I haven’t been watching this season’s The Bachelor. I really haven’t watched it in a lot of seasons. But, I thought it necessary to tune in last night since it was sure to be the most dramatic rose ceremony ever.
I heard the poor guy call his son his “favorite person.” I always tell Anna she is my favorite girl. Kris seems to think I should refrain from calling her this due to the ‘what if’ factor.
‘What if’ factor?
What if we have another little girl?
Don’t go tellin’ tales out of school now. I’m not “P.” That’s what Bigmama calls it since saying *GASP* “pregnant” is not very polite of a Southern girl.
We’re kind of at that stage in life where I’m not getting any younger and Anna’s not getting any easier. At least, not in the fashion department. I could easily identify her lack of progress when she picked out these new skids.
But, hey. They’re shiny. They sparkle. They’ve got pizzazz. And, what else really matters to a four-year old girl? For real.
I’m really not sure what decision we’re going to make. Although, it could make for some good blog material. Hmm. So, ya got knocked up for blog material.
It sounds like Jason, um, the Bachelor, is open to more kids. Bless his heart. First, he has to make the most emotional decision of his life. Ever.
While taking John Henry to school yesterday, I told him, “Thank you.”
“For what?” He asked.
“For being John Henry Landreth. I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else but you.”
His blue eyes lit up and a smile raced from ear to ear. “You’re welcome, Mom.”
I so want my children to know that they are wonderful JUST AS THEY ARE. That they are fearfully and wonderfully made.
God makes no mistakes.
He knew us long before we were ever conceived.
I usually don’t give you assignments. But let me encourage you to tell your children today that you are so glad that they are who they are. Who God created them to be.
I bet they smile.
Oh, and I can’t even believe I’m going to say this….
Here we are again. I wish I had some life-changing wisdom to share.
I’ve been too focused on proving improving my baking skills to learn any life lessons. Especially after all of your encouraging comments from yesterday’s post.
No, really. I feel the love.
I even invited my friend, Lance, over to try some tasty confections….well, spaghetti. He gave some lame excuse about being too busy hanging out with Bill Hybels. I suppose tomorrow he’ll be dining with Bono.
I did re-dedicate Anna to the Lord yesterday. After I saw THIS.
“Lord, she is yours. Use her. Mold her.”
Granted, I purchased those socks. However, they certainly were not meant to accessorize corduroy CAPRIS.
Watch out Project Runway.
John Henry’s Kindergarten experience is going quite well. He won the desperately sought after “Respect Award” for his school. ‘Cause that’s how we roll.
Well, I’ve bragged on Anna’s ever-progressing appreciation for the fashion industry and John Henry’s impeccable manners. It’s your turn.
Go ahead. Brag on your bundles of joy. It’s Fall for crying out loud. (And Sting’s birthday.)