Shisher Nigh Night

Not five minutes ago, Fisher turned to me and said, "Mommy, Shisher night night crib please." So I said, "You want to go to sleep in your crib?" To which he responded, "Yes, Shisher tired." I love that boy. No, he can't pronounce his own name or speak in full sentences. Yes, he still wears diapers and uses and binky. But guess what? He loves to sleep! And frequently reminds me when it's time for his nap.

Internal Clock

I have a no-fail internal alarm clock that goes off promptly at 4:55 am every morning. If I were a super ambitious, go-get-'em type of gal this would be ideal. But being that I am a girl that desperately loves and needs her sleep, this is a curse. Every morning I wake up at 4:55 and try to fall back asleep. Which is pretty hard to do when you share your bed with a human wind tunnel. So, I usually crawl out to the couch. And just when I've finally fallen to sleep again, it's usually time to wake up again. It's a cruel, cruel joke.

The picture has absolutely nothing to do with this entry. But every entry needs a picture and I happen to like this one.

My Guilty Pleasure

For the record, The Bachelor is an affront to civilized and intelligent people everywhere. It is the ultimate statement that our society has reached an all-time low. We are easily amused by over-produced and contrived versions of reality. We have become a desperate generation of voyeurs. The show undermines and mocks genuine love and the importance of meaningful relationships. It commercializes sex and negative images of women and is little more than glorified prostitution.

All that said, I love it! I admit it. I find a giddy and unexplained pleasure in analyzing and criticizing all the women on the show and the absolutely embarrassing lengths they go to to "win" the heart of a totally ridiculous man. Knowing, all the while, that it will end up poorly because their time together has been a total of MAYBE a few days in totally unrealistic, glamourized circumstances all under the scrutiny of producers and cameras. I love it, love it, love it.

And I love reading my cousin Jenna's weekly blog entry that dissects the week's episode and articulates every thought I had while watching. I am deeply ashamed of myself to say that I am tacitly supporting and patronizing such an offensive form of entertainment. But everyone has a dirty little secret, don't they?

For Sale

We officially put our house up for sale this weekend, even though we have shown it to a few families already and have had it listed on the web. Something about putting the actual sign in your lawn makes it real, makes it tangible.

It was a bittersweet moment-putting a sign in front of the house you thought you'd never leave. A lot of mixed emotions. But, in the event that we actually sell our house, we're excited to see where the wind blows us! So, if you know of anyone interested, have them check out our blog that features a ton of pictures and info about our house! thehouse4you.blogspot.com

Moments

Sometimes God gives us moments that only we can appreciate and learn from. These moments remind us that he does care about our mundane and somewhat trivial worries even amid much larger tragedies in the world.

Such a moment came on Monday (I hate Mondays) when I was having a particularly hard day mostly due to my own stupidity and absent-mindedness. Anyway, as I was driving to the same store for the third time that day to pick up my lost wallet, Garth Brooks' "The Dance" came on the radio. That song has always reminded me of Dan Heath which, in turn, reminded me that he died this weekend three years ago. I listened to the words of the song "I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance." Surely, if sweet Dan Heath could have seen the way it would have ended up for him, perhaps he would have sat the dance out. Lucky for me, he chose to dance. And I feel blessed to have shared it with him for a while.

After that little moment, it didn't really matter that it was 6:00 and I hadn't showered or that I had lost my wallet or that my kids had screamed all day and the house was a mess. (the picture above is Dan Heath and my Dan headed out for a literal dance. It always makes me laugh. Who wouldn't laugh at a red cumberbun?)