My Fitness

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Caleb Cutie

“You little stinker!” My husband’s voice raises in pitch on “little” and he has a big grin on his face. I’m not sure of this phrase’s exact origin, but it started VERY shortly after Caleb was born and we noticed his propensity for mischievousness. 

He once cried out as if in pain when he was six weeks old. He was sitting between Felipe and me on the bed. Felipe and I quickly looked toward him to help eliminate whatever this evil presence was that had descended upon our oldest child, our beloved only child. What made him cry out so sorrowfully and painfully? Did something fall on him? Was there a spider? We tried to figure it out. But just as quickly as we had turned our heads toward this...little stinker...he had change his expression 180 degrees to a quick little giggle and a huge grin on his face. He had tricked us. On purpose. Six weeks old. This was a foreshadowing of his next two years (and perhaps the rest of his life).
Caleb restocking at Starbucks
Caleb flirts with every pretty female he sees. This past week at Babies R Us while waiting in the queue, I could tell Caleb stopped listening to me. He was all smiles looking past me to some lady, who was quite pretty, in another line. 
Foot powered car at Costco
At Costco there was a display model of a child size car that is powered Flinstone’s style. Caleb decided that going backward was more fun than forward. His feet got stuck under the car and he ended up sitting on the floor. When we get over to him, he’s all smiles, stuck under the car. Well, we didn’t feel like taking his fun time away  so we push him around Costco in the car. I don’t know who had more fun, Caleb or Felipe. 

Putting Caleb to bed is always a fun chore...and here when I saw “fun” I mean that in the most sarcastic way possible. It is actually the most dreaded and disastrous event of my day. I hate it. Before Christmas, I would just say, “Caleb, its sleepy time.” And he would lay down next to me and Micah and go to sleep. But over the holidays various family members got it in their heads that they wanted to put Caleb to bed. So Caleb decided that he needed to be rocked and sang to in order to fall asleep. 
At first, I just gave up. “You Little Stinker! You don’t want to go to sleep? Fine. Sit there and cry. Its 2AM. I’m going to sleep.” Then I decided that that was really lazy of me. I loved Caleb too much to let him have his own way. No one enjoys discipline at the moments but later he will appreciate it. So now we’re back to our normal sleepy time routine. Thank God.
Caleb doesn’t have a security blanket. So to make up for that loss he has a different security item each day. Today it is a plastic cooking fork. Yesterday, it was a matchbox car. What is rather amusing is when I discover what item he decided to take to bed. A car. An emptied cup of water surrounded by a puddle. A child’s knife and fork. Three spoons. The vacuum hose attachments, all of them. All these items have found their way into our bed. That’s right OUR bed. I do not enjoy being woken up at 4am to water being spilled out a sippy cup down my back. 
[We share a bed initially out of necessity, then because we enjoyed it, and again out of have no idea how poor we are! lol!]
Caleb often gives me the sweetest baby kisses. He’ll come up to me and sits in my lap. Then he’ll kiss my cheek, and my other cheek, then my forehead. And then he just sits there and enjoys me gushing over how cute and sweet and precious he is. And then that little stinker will give me BABY GERMS!! Which is a funny game we started where Caleb slobbers a kiss and the appropriate reaction is to say “ew gross!” or “yucky!” or “oh no! not baby germs!” If Caleb doesn’t give you sweet kisses, try asking for baby germs.
A couple of weeks ago I found my old rag doll, Amelia. I gave it to Caleb and he said, “Thank you” in the sweetest voice ever. He hugged and swayed with her and brought her all over the house. He then placed her nicely next to him while he built a lego tower. Of course, at the end of the building process he knocked the tower over with a scream. He turned, looked at Amelia, and knocked her over too with a scream! I had to laugh so hard. 

Other little stinker anecdotes include the time he ate a snail. Then there was the many times he has posed for photographs like he’s some sort of celebrity. There was the time he climbed out of his carseat and joined us up front like it was nothing...we laughed but boy was it scary. Then right now as I type this he’s putting Grannie Clare’s boots on her feet for her. That little stinker!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A Thousand Years? Really?

There's a popular Christian song with a verse that says, "When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the Son, we'll no less days to sing His praise then when we first began." I was singing this song to Caleb this week when the words very directly and pointedly prodded my heart. Ten thousand years of praising God.. Nothing but the same praising for all eternity. And I'm supposed to want to do this? And my answer back to myself was, "yes". I was happy that I wanted to do nothing but praise God for his goodness and mercy for all eternity. Nothing but praise for a God that deserves so much more.

Why not start now?

If my end goal is to be in heaven, praising God, and this is something that could be started now, then why not start it now? Why am I not living my life as a continuous praise? Why am I allowing these trivial earthly matters affect me when there's a much bigger picture? Eternity.

I need to be more patient with my children. When I am doing something and they want to snuggle, I want to snuggle with them. I want my children to lead me to worshiping God. When Caleb wants me to run in circles with him, I want to do that. If Micah wants me to play never-ending peek-a-boo, I want to do that. Mommies aren't allowed to get tired apparently. And if I work on being less selfish, then I won't get as tired when playing with the boys. I can spend my energy on them instead of whatever it was that seemed so important. Spending time with the boys is much more important than sorting laundry. And so much more un too. Why do I get impatient? It doesn't make sense.

I need to be more loving to my husband. In the car yesterday I told him how much I love and admire him. I told him how sorry I am that I don't always treat him like the wonderful person that he is. Within the hour I was back to being frustrated with him for some trivial action. Luckily after almost three short years of marriage we're learning good communication skills that lead to the issue being resolved immediately. But it really struck me how I could flop so easily from loving him the way I should to being bitter so quickly. This is sin in my life. Felipe is wonderful of helping me learn.

I am spending time with God every day. I quite accidentally wake up before everyone else. This gives me ample time to read my Bible. I don't do anything fancy. I don't spend an hour, or even half an hour...well, maybe half an hour. I just read a few verses, pray, and that's it. For the rest of the day, those few verses pop into my head and convict and encourage me. I used to think I had to be some super Christian, reading chapters a day. But I find that the little reading I do is adequate because it isn't a chore and it allows a large impact from a few rather than a small impact from many.

This is fun: I'm sitting here typing and Micah woke up. So now he's in my lap, being cute, just looking around the room. We're enjoying each other's presence without doing anything other than snuggling together. Sometimes that's all they want. Personally, I don't think you can ever give your child too many hugs. God could never give me too many hugs.

My Father God gives me hugs and I give my babies hugs. And do you know what?

I could do this for a thousand years and all the way into eternity.