This is Sirius

When we bought our new car it came with a year free of Sirius Satellite Radio.  At first we didn't really listen much to it because there are like 999 channels and 975 of them are either sports or finance talk shows.  I just resigned to the fact that it would just be a button on my radio. 

Then I went on a road trip and realized I needed to find something to listen to while Zoe slept.  I came across an all 90's all the time channel.  It instantly transported me back to my youth.  Most of my care-about-music youth was spent in the 90's.  I can remember hearing Bel Biv Devoe for the first time and thinking they were the coolest band EVER!

Then came Janet Jackson, Paula Abdul, Beastie Boys, Aerosmith, Pearl Jam, Depeche Mode, Nirvana, Will Smith and many others.  I can sing almost every song they play on the 90's channel.  I LOVE it.

This morning I heard some Bel Biv Devoe, Pearl Jam, Depeche Mode, Duran Duran and Will Smith.  The only problem is that you also hear songs you'd rather not.  Here's where I may lose some of my friends with this admission.  I don't really like Dave Matthews Band.  Which, like Nirvana, are thee band of the 90s. 

I think it's cool they use every instrument ever created.  It's not often you can get someone to play a lyre during an acoustic set.  They are very talented.  My problem isn't the instruments.  It's Dave's voice.  It sounds like what a violin's voice would be if they could talk. 

We all know a DMB song because, like The Beatles in England, DMB is pumped into our subconcious.  You end up singing along to the nonsensical lyrics.  Lights down you up and die.  Really?  I don't get it.  I'll bet no one besides Dave himself gets it.  Yet you sing it because it's catchy with the horns and lyres in the background.

Nothing against all of you DMB fans.  I'm just not one of you.  If I'm around you and a DMB song comes on, please be fully prepared for me to sing along in my imitation Dave voice as I make up words.  It gets me through the 15 minutes of each song.

This is The Day

Our car is equipped with an iPod hook-up.  It's one of the greatest car features I've ever had.  The only problem is my memory to actually charge my iPod.  I created a CD of Zoe's favorite songs from my iPod, so she'll never know that mommy forgot to charge the iPod.

She has her favorites.  We usually have to shake to The Wiggles' Shimmie Shake and be princesses to Cinderella's A Dream is a Wish.

Last night, after we were driving home from our ice cream date, she was just looking out the window and singing to herself.  The song was a Veggie Tales song, This is the Day.  She usually makes me skip over that one since it's close to the Cinderella song.  Apparently the one time she listened to it was enough to help her memorize it.

There is nothing more heart-warming than hearing your child sing praise and worship songs absentmindedly while she looks out the window.  That song is now just part of who she is.  I'm so glad God gave me that day too.  It is definitely His handiwork.

A Table For Three

Since Zoe has been alive her daddy has either works nights or gone to school at night.  For the last three and a half years Zoe and I have done the weeknights together.  We would go on dates together, go shopping together or attend whatever activity she was involved in.  Many times we'd go to the YMCA to go swimming or go to her tap class.  It's always been the two of us.

Now daddy is home.  We are experiencing some transition adjustments, but for the most part, having N home at night is a HUGE blessing. 

This week alone he's gone to dinner, gone to AWANA, ran errands and gone to dance class with us.  It finally feels like we are complete.  Instead of texting him and sending him pictures of Zoe's and my outtings, he gets to experience them with us.  We are making our memories and getting a taste of what life will be like when we are done with school and the apprenticeship.

We like it.  It's so much fun watching our girls grow together.  It's one thing to tell him that Zoe spends all of dance class staring at herself in the mirror, but it's a totally different experience for him to see it and smile with me.

I'm excited for our family of three to do things together during the week.  It's been one week so far of a blessing I'm going to cherish for the next 9 months.

The Excitement Is Palpable

In AWANA the kids are divided into groups.  Cubbies are 3-4 years old.  Sparks are kingergarden through 2nd grade.  T&T clubs are 3rd through 6th grade and there is a boys group and a girls group.

D & E are in T&T Girls.  They LOVE it.  Zoe is in Cubbies and LOVES it too. 

Each group has what's called a starting book.  It's basically an introduction to the program and there are memory verses.  You have to pass the starting book before you can get your club's shirt (a vest for the Cubbies and one for Sparks and a polo shirt for the T&T group).  It's a big deal for our girls to say all the verses in their starting book to get their vest or shirts.  A certain mommy may have used that as leverage to help her Cubbie learn her verses.

That Cubbie may have gone to AWANA last night and said all her verses to her teacher.  When N picked her up last night Zoe's teacher told him she could now get a book and a vest.  As Zoe and N waited in the foyer, I ran to the office to buy a book, bag and vest for Zoe.  I didn't even make it back up the stairs before I was tackled by Zoe as she screamed, "MY VEST!  MY VEST!  CAN I SEE IT?  OH BOY!  CAN I WEAR IT?"  She jumped and hopped in excitement.  I don't think she's ever been this excited in her life.  She could not contain it.

That smile makes this mamma's excitement just as palpable.

I have a feeling next week, we're going to have another girl who is just as excited.  D will likely be getting her shirt next week. 

It's a good week at our house.

A Family of Five

Tonight is AWANA at our church.  It's a children's ministry for kids up to 6th grade to learn verses, play games and hear some story about Jesus.  I attended AWANA at our church when I was little.  At 8 years old, it's where I heard the story of salvation in a way that made sense.  It was because of my AWANA leaders that I went home, verified the story with my mom and accepted Christ as my savior.  This ministry is near and dear to my heart. 

For the first time ever, this is a family event.  I'm co-directing the younger kiddos, N is leading the older boys, Zoe is in the Cubbies program and D and E get to come this year.  Tonight will be the first week we're all going together. 

Two years ago I never would've thought this day would come.  I never would've believed we would have D and E during the week and that N would agree to be a leader.  Today it is that way.  I love to see how God has worked in the lives of my family.  To Him be the glory.  May each of us grow in Him this year through AWANA. 

I Heart Sleep

This weekend was the first week N was home to stay.  It's been gloriously wonderful.  I got home for work on Friday to a spotless house.  He didn't just clean, he organized, threw out old food and deep cleaned the house.  I know flowers are what most girls like, but a man who cleans so I don't have to speaks my love language. 

My mom offered to watch Zoe that night so we could go to dinner.  We ate Chinese food, bought a movie and lounged at home. 

I think I left the house only once more all weekend.  We ate home cooked food, sat in sweat pants and just relaxed.  I think I finally caught up on sleep since before Zoe was born. 

I think I'm really going to like having N home in the evenings. 

We're a Whole Hand Now

If you would've told me in high school that I would marry the guy with the mullet, I wouldn't have believed you.  In fact I didn't believe people when they told me that. 

I'm so glad they were right. 

N,

Five years ago you made me your wife.  I'm so blessed that you picked me in high school and years later.  I love you with everything that I am.  Thank you for being God's greatest blessing in my life.  Thank you for blessing me with three beautiful girls. 

Thank you for introducing me to the Marvel Comic movies.  Thank you for making me BBQ'd food.  Thank you for letting me always be right, even when you know I'm not.  Thank you for never making me learn how to use the lawn mower.  Thank you for cleaning up your shaving bits in the bathroom after you shave.  Thank you for giving me rides on your motorcycle.  Thank you for not making me feel guilty when I eat two doughnuts and you only eat one. 

I have learned so much from you these past five years and it makes me excited for the next fifty.

I love you with all that I am. 
Killer