Brave Adventure

Brave Adventure

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

20 Months

Happy 20 Months, Buddy!


Fun facts for month twenty:

Weight: ~23lbs.
Height:32+in.

Eating: 3 meals a day, 1-2 snacks (he will eat any time you offer him food)

Sleeping: all night, two naps a day (although headed toward 1 nap)

Diapers: size 4

Clothing: 12-18 months, 18 months



What's new for month twenty:  
  • He says, "hold this", "awesome!", "egg", "yogurt", "toast", "flower", "bowl", "cracker", "goldfish", "spoon"
  • He can feed himself with a spoon pretty well. We have wasted a lot of yogurt learning this task! He even likes to pick up peas, put them on his spoon, and eat it.
  • He is very opinionated about his food.
  • He is very loving. 
  • He is good with a fork, but not as good with the spoon (it seems a will power issue rather than a motor skills issue because sometimes he can do it) 
  • His favorite game is saying, "I love you TOOOOO" which is precious
  • His hair is growing crazy fast and is already needing a second haircut 
  • He likes to make his sister laugh by being silly
  • He is adventurous
  • He is still afraid of dogs
  • He loves to run and saying "NUNNING!" while he goes - the same goes for jumping "JUMP JUMP JUMP!"
  • He is cuddly and loves his mommy and daddy, he loves all of his family
  • He likes to scribble (he could do it before, but now he actually likes it)





Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Doing Life



Sometimes just getting up and doing life feels brave. Sometimes you are dreading the moment someone needs you and tiny hands climb you for the rest of the day. It's exhausting. Even without feeding them, disciplining them, guiding their hearts, speaking truth, cleaning up messes, all the touching is just exhausting.

Now I am an extrovert so I never thought I needed alone time. I love seeing people, talking to people, being with people. Being alone makes me feel depressed and isolated. Everyone is different, there is no wrong way to be, but this is me. Yet in the midst of all the touching and needing from the kiddos, I get some alone time needs. I also get adult time needs. Like, I need to speak to an adult or I will explode type needs. Like, if I do not get to put on real clothes and eat without having to wipe someone's face, I may have a meltdown.

So when I get up in the morning, the kids aren't up yet, but I already feel like my love/patience/touchometer is already in the "you're pushing it" zone, I have to live bravely. I have to turn to the Father and beg Him for more. I have to ask for wisdom from Him "who gives generously to all without reproach" (James 1). I have to live out the choice of love even when the feeling is not all there. Well, I guess I don't have to, but I get to and I want to.





Sunday, August 2, 2015

Living Brave

Recently, I have been thinking even more about living brave. Taking another step. I have been thinking about what it means to live brave in vulnerability. It is so hard to let people in to the truth of your life. It is so easy to show people what you want them to see, to make them think you have life all together. And then, when we look at our own life, we live in shame because we are the only ones who do not have it together. We tell our friends we are "fine" or "good", we only speak on the surface level. This is not me saying that you need to go show your baggage to everyone, but this is me saying that you need to find a community, a trusted few. Be brave, be vulnerable.

So, I'd like to start a series. I would like to have you help me define what it means to be brave, what that looks like in your life. Would you be willing to step out and help me figure this out?