The Birthday Child

Everything's been different

all the day long,

Lovely things are happened,

nothing has gone wrong.

Nobody has scolded me,

Everyone has smiled.

Isn't it delicious

to be a birthday child?

Rose Fyleman

Talking to the Espinosa Family

Dinner at Fuddruckers, where she spent $5 in quarters at the prize machine.

Ate ketchup and chocolate cake for dinner.

Cleats for spring soccer!

oooweeee! polka dot skirt!

Lots of fun friends at birthday round 3

so excited over chalk!

self dubbed: "the Jenga wizard"

Party animals, swinging from the ceiling on this crazy 5th birthday night.

Post or Perish

Lots of my words go towards other things besides here on this blog, albeit important things. Mainly my children. Friends. Husband. Coworkers. Family. Dog. Siri. Plants. Self.

I find I am an all or nothing kinda girl. If it can't be it's best, then it simply won't be. I hesitated to post this post, seeing as I do not have an image I prefer to put with it, nor do I have the time to search for freebies on the web. But then I remember the warnings of Solomon in Ecclesiastes: "If you wait until conditions are perfect, you will never get anything done." (11:4)

On studying doctrine with our Community Group, I read this post on John Piper's blog. He says "Language may not carry all there is, but what it carries can be true and valuable." That "can be" part I appreciate. How much of my language is true? How much of my language is valuable? For others, and for myself? 

The idea of Post or Perish - there is an unquenchable urge for me to talk it out, this journey. Not necessarily for the purpose of landing on understanding ears, but simply to speak it all into reality, forcing it out of my head and into the air. Perhaps that is why, when being intentional and dependent, I find myself praying out loud.

At what point, if at all, do those words get translated into prayers? By translated, I mean to ask how mindful am I being of my conversations with God? How mindful am I of God? How am I allowing Him space and time to speak? The Resurgence had a great series posted about prayer, and how it is most often a last resort, when God intended it to be so much more.

Thomasina Dances

I've been trying to capture our little man joining in our dance parties, but inevitably I pull out the camera and he quits being as cute as possible. But I must share what we are constantly laughing at, and hopefully justify why I play the same songs over and over, and over, on Spotify. In the one below, Thomas is loving Foster the People, a welcome reprieve from the Laurie Berkner songs I repeat a dozen times a day. He gets so carried away with himself, he often falls on the floor. He was extra spunky last night, maybe due to him sporting one of Nancy's headbands.

Thomas is not unlike his sisters before him (Nancy is almost 2, Kate 5):

All of this reminiscing brings me to a conclusion: I like dancing babies.