Wii Came, Wii Saw….

Wii Conquered.

We debated about a Wii for a long time. Then, we had some Christmas money and the hubs had a birthday on the horizon. It seemed prudent, so we took the plunge……after we were finally able to conquer wii supply and demand to locate one! Anyway, we’ve had it a couple of weeks, and we mainly play it while the kids are asleep. When they are awake, Daniel has mostly just watched while perhaps doing something similar in his own respect beside us, sans remote.

When Thomas came home the other day from work, Daniel completely bombarded him, begging to play baseball. I blame the Curious George book on baseball that we borrowed from the library for this one. He told Thomas that they must have hats, so he went and grabbed some, which were actually winter hats, so Thomas exchanged them for true baseball caps. The boy then insisted that they be worn backwards while they played their imaginary game. This new game of baseball was actually turning more into a game of Calvin Ball , in which Thomas could not keep up. I suggested that they try baseball on the Wii, and they did:

So fun :O).

Since we have one now, what games should we be on the lookout for? Currently we own the game that comes with it and Wii Active. The Wii Active is great so far, and I am impressed with how much of a workout it can be! Any other suggestion anyone?


Bucket of Hope

Our church joined in on a project to pragmatically help some of the disaster victims in Haiti through a ministry called Buckets of Hope. Our family made a bucket:
After we purchased the items, Daniel and I prayed over the recipient family. Next, we packed the items as instructed while Wesley cruised around the couch, ottoman, and bucket (can you believe he is already cruising at 8 months!!). Daniel then tried to add some of his toys to the mix, but being that it explicitly says not to deviate from what they asked you to pack, we took them out :O).

It was a fun project that was easily accomplished. In fact, Thomas watched Wesley while Daniel and I shopped. He got to use his very own mini-cart at the store as he looked for items that matched his picture list. He felt so big!

Consider making one of you own today! You may have a church near you collecting them. Hurry though….they want the buckets assembled and dropped off by March 15th.

Of the Kids

Thought I might share some new photos of the kids. I just love how the boys look at each other:

Wesley appears not to be sure what to think of his big brother half the time.  So cute.

Look at that hair–both of them. You can thank their father for that.

Daniel grabbed my glasses and proudly proclaimed “Look at me! I glasses like Momma!” You might also note that he is not looking at the direction of my camera phone. That is how bad my vision is. Don’t worry though, I did not let him wear them longer than the photo op.

Wesley took a nap on the bed, which also happened to be housing one of my hair ties. When he flipped his head over, it was on his eye, which made him look like a superhero to me:

This is Wesley on the day of Paw-Paw’s funeral. If you look closely, you can see his left eye is two colors, blue and brown (and if you click on it, you can see the photo a bit bigger). Anyone else know many babies with eyes like this? Will it stick? We think it is kinda cool. It could be his “unique fact” that he has to share during stupid icebreakers.

Hope you are having a great day!

Politically (In)Correct

My family is Caucasian, obviously. Although we interact on some level with people of different races daily, we do not have anyone of a different race come over and hang out, nor do we live in an extremely diverse region. My best friend is not white, but my kids do not get to see her frequently, for she is several states away. I say all this to let you know we love people of all colors, even if we do not get to mingle with them frequently. I do truly want my kids to not be prejudice, so acceptance of all races is important and critical in our lives. This said, you can imagine what I felt the other day when Daniel pointed out a little African American girl at the grocery store. It went a little something like this:

D: Momma, look! A brown girl!
S: Yes, Daniel; you are right. Her skin is a different color.
D: Uh-huh.

I was sensing a “teachable moment,” so I went with it.

S: You know Daniel, even though her skin is a different color, she is just like you.
D: Nuh-huh.

This was not how things were suppose to go. He was suppose to agree with that statement.

S: Yes, Daniel, she is just like you.
D: NO!

Now I am starting to get very nervous. Where did he get this from? Why does Daniel, my precious son, think that he is not like the “brown girl” that he sees in the grocery store? We certainly did not teach him this.

S: Son, even though that little girl’s skin is “brown,” she is just like you!
D: No she not! She a girl, I a boy, momma!!

:O). So, yeah. I guess that is what you get when you try to be politically correct with a 3 year old.

Oh When The Saints

Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

This post is not what you think. I care not about the Superbowl Champs. I am referring to a real Saint who just marched in:

“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Saints.”

Psalms 116:15

Thomas’s Paw-Paw, after 98 years in this world, has headed home. My, my what an earthly loss. I am, however, comforted by the fact he is with his Lord, and on that fact, all is well.

The earth is missing a selfless and loving individual today. I talked about narcissists in a previous post; Paw-Paw would never be called such, for this Saint, while in the hospital with numbered days, stayed awake for an hour and a half in the middle of the night, praying for everyone around him—-but never himself.

This is a Saint who would have one of his sweaters waiting for me when I showed up to visit, for he knew I would get cold.

This Saint truly lived out these verses: “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus…” Philippians 2:3-5

This Saint went to the World’s Fair on a dime and came back with change.

This Saint had a strong grip and could out walk most 30 year olds.

This Saint was proud of what he had and what he had done in life, but he was never boastful.

He was spectacular. He is still loved.

This Saint will be missed.

Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And I know he is out marching everyone as he enters!

Rest in Peace, Paw-Paw.  I am so glad my boys and I got to know you.

On Intimidators

I mentioned I had some good things to share from Sunday. So, if you are still interested, keep reading………

My pastor preached this Sunday about Intimidators, the things/people/places/issues that get into our life, take control, and tell us what to do. He built off 1 Samuel, the story of David and Goliath, noting 3 big intimidators: A God Denying Secularism, A Pervasive Immorality, and A Rampant Narcissism. Although all 3 have good points, I am going to share about just one, and I am going to use his words as a catalyst for my own paraphrase and thoughts, since being completely verbatim would be impossible here.

Narcissism: inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity. self-centeredness, smugness, egocentrism.

Do you know one? Are you one?

The Bible tells us that narcissists will be rampant in the end of times: “People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.” 2 Timothy 3:2-5

Narcissism turns God into god. He no longer reigns supreme, but instead, The Lord of Heaven and Earth becomes lower case, and we turn ourselves into the top dog.

According to my pastor, we try to “make God do for [us] what [we] want Him to do.” This made me think about something I saw recently. My mom is remodeling portions of her house, and her co-worker’s husband, her contractor, is a Hispanic man named Jesus. Obviously that name is said differently than we English speakers say Christ’s, but when you see it in writing, there is not that clarification. Mom had made a list of things she wanted Jesus to do for her. While at her house, I saw the list. Now, I knew it was for the contractor, but I could not help but think about how many times we make a list for Jesus Christ, telling Him all the things we want fixed in our lives. We think everything is all about us, but as we’ve heard coined from Dr. Phil, “It’s not about you!”

When we have in our minds what we want and we do not get it, my pastor noted that a rage emerges within us. We act like a child, get angry and fussy, perhaps throw a fit. We make a fool of ourselves all on the account of not getting what the self wants. This spirit has to be forced into submission, albeit hard to acquiesce.

Lack of faith, attitudes, neglected church attendance, etc. are all rationalized by the narcissist because she does not like the way it makes her feel. We say things like, “That church’s music is too loud; the building is too cold,” “I hate Bible study because I have to get up so early,” or “I just can’t believe in that because it makes me uncomfortable.” We say those things and consider ourselves justified, for it’s all about what we think and feel and want, right? We’ll say it and believe it, yet we will go early to tailgate, stand in the freezing cold to cheer, and believe that a man of flesh will not let us down; this drive up the field will be successful. Simply because of “a ball, a stick, and a net” we will yield to anything asked of us. We’ll cede to to the requests to stand and cheer but we somehow will not relinquish control to God. We’ll train a child to use “a ball, a stick, and a net BUT he is not taught [selflessness] and moral character” (*cough* Tiger Woods).

We’ve melded ourselves into the world by our own account. We’ve done it because it is easier, and now we can not tell who the opposition is. We’re suppose to be in the world but not of it. But because of a “me” focus, we’ve let go of Him.

So, how do we fix narcissism?

*Tap into the innocence of a Christ-Changed Life. Christians are the salt and light in this bland and dark world. We are “the antidote to the infection.” There is a panacea, and His name is Jesus Christ. To use a Christian cliche, “Let go and let God.” As a Christian, “You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.” Ephesians 4:22-24

*Strive for A Spirited Life. The visible presence of those fruits is evidence of Christ. As an old favorite hymn from college says “They will know we are Christians by our love.”

*Wear the armor of A God-Equipped Life. And we must be familiar and comfortable with this God ordained equipment if we want to fight Intimidators. “Then Saul dressed David in his own tunic. He put a coat of armor on him and a bronze helmet on his head. David fastened on his sword over the tunic and tried walking around, because he was not used to them. ‘I cannot go in these,’ he said to Saul, ‘because I am not used to them.’ So he took them off. Then he took his staff in his hand, chose five smooth stones from the stream, put them in the pouch of his shepherd’s bag and, with his sling in his hand, approached the Philistine.” 1 Samuel 17:38-40 When we know God’s word and have studied it to be true, we can overcome what is against us.

So what does that rock represent? It is to remind of the armor and equipment of David. Not that we are to necessarily sling our riverstone, like David did, but the rock is to remind us that we are put in places and prepared to conquer an intimidator, even if it is giant sized; even if it is yourself. We’ve been given what it takes; we just have to choose to do it!

Whew! Hope that made a little sense! If you got this far, thanks for hanging with me :O)