Cry Baby

Mary Ellen is a crier. She cries if she drops something. She cries when being left off at the baby sitter's or the church nursery. She cries if she falls (and she doesn't have to be hurt). She even cries if her daddy teases her too much. The girl likes to cry. It's kind of funny, actually. It's not a full out sob, but more of a quick whiny cry that is over as fast as it started, unless I'm dropping her off somewhere. In that case, look out! She's gonna let you know she's upset.

I was informed that Brannon was a big crier. He apparently cried so hard when being dropped off at kindergarten that his daddy would just bring him back home, leaving it to Momma to have to take him right back and do the dirty work herself. Uhuh. As the southerners say - that's just like a man.

I was a crier, too. In fact, most of my baby and childhood pictures are images of me wailing, snot-nosed and all. I didn't cry out of separation anxiety, though. I cried because my feelings were always hurt or because I did not get my way. Wait. Am I talking about now, or when I was a tot? I still cry when I don't get my way. Just kidding. I just passive aggressively make everyone else's life miserable until they come around and see that I was right all along.

All joking aside, I do hope Mary Ellen grows out of this crying stage. I am often reassured that she stops crying two minutes after I leave the room. I really hope they aren't lying to me. They are church people, too, so you know, lying wouldn't look so good on the resume. :) I am also reassured that all this crying is a very normal phase that begins around 9-15 months and can last throughout toddler hood. Given her gene pool, we may be lucky if she quits crying by the time graduates.

Much love!

Home from Georgia

We had a great visit with my mom (Mommom) and Grandpa Max in Georgia this past weekend. My grandparents drove down from Pennsylvania and were able to meet Mary Ellen for the first time. It was so precious and rare that we were all able to be together like that. My sister and her fiance, Sean, came, too, and it truly was a nice weekend. Of course my grandparents - GiGi and Grandpop - absolutely adored MEC. Who wouldn't?

I was a little nervous about the car ride. Okay, I was a nervous wreck. The trip is about 5 hours and I just couldn't imagine keeping Mary Ellen in the car that long without her flipping out. To make things worse, our portable DVD player "busted" right before leaving town. Fortunately, my mother-in-law found the receipt from last Christmas (they can find anything, I swear) and was able to exchange the DVD player for one that works. Well, Brannon installs the thing Thursday night, only for me to find out Friday morning that it does not work. I'm freaking out by this point because if little Miss Mary Ellen does not get to watch her Wiggles on the way to Georgia, I just didn't know what we were going to do.

I left work early on Friday and took my car to Advanced Auto thinking it was a blown fuse.

Nope.

Fuses are good.

By this time there was nothing else to do. We were leaving for Georgia by noon on that day and I came to accept that we were gonna have to deal with the drive the old fashion way - you know, before portable DVD players, cell phones, texting, and portable video games. To think of it! This is tragic I must say!

Brannon pulls into the driveway and I tell him of the awful DVD news. Brannon simply opens up the back door to the car, takes a quick look-see at the DVD player, pushes something and says, "There. It works."

What?

Apparently, nervous mommies can't grasp the concept of trying the ON/OFF BUTTON!!!!! This is so embarrassing, but too funny not to share. I went through all that panic and mayhem, and I simply forgot to turn the thing on! So now I'm thinking nothing was wrong with the old player that we took back to the store.

Oops!

We were able to watch the Wiggles and Curious George and Mary Ellen was and angel - both to and fro. She was such a good girl. She never fussed, not once! We played puppet show, read stories and snacked the whole way. It was kind of fun!

Next trip, however, I'll be sure to check the on/off button. I make my parents so proud. LOL!

Friends

I have some of the best friends anyone can ask for. When living in Florida and trying to survive as a fledgling journalist, I met a group of girls who grew to be my closest friends, sisters in Christ and my shoulders to lean on. We all live in separate areas of the country now, so it is not often we get to visit with one another. Liz (Lizard) lives in South Carolina after moving there with her hubby just because the newlyweds thought it would be a cool place to live. How cool is that? Christie lives in West Palm Beach with her new hubby, and Adrienne lives in Lakeland, Florida. I was able to spend some time with my dearest friends (minus Adrienne) this past weekend when they came for a visit. Although it has been a very busy month with work, holidays, school, and church activities, I was able to enjoy my time with the girls and play catch up. Christie did not arrive until Sunday, so Liz, Mary Ellen and I hung out in the backyard and waded around in the baby pool. It was so much fun. Mary Ellen kept trying to drink the pool water and I got sunburned on my back! We then decided to eat ice cream sundaes for dinner (Mary Ellen, too) and just hang out. Brannon missed out on the ice cream dinner, so we decided to do it again on Sunday! Hey, you gotta live a little.

I have one more final exam to finish on Monday and this semester will be through!!!! This means I will have a three week break before classes pick back up for the summer. I really cannot wait to be through. I have one more year of grad classes and an internship and then I'm home free. I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Mary Ellen had her third photo shoot with Mark Broadway on Friday and I cannot wait to see the pictures. He is so talented and Jeannie, his wife, is so sweet and has a real knack for dealing with people. They are just people you want to be around. Even Mary Ellen thought Mark was silly. She rarely giggles at men, but she had herself a good time tearing up their studio yesterday. I hope it was okay that I let her tear it up. Ha! Hey, they said they wanted natural pictures, so there you go. Mary Ellen was just naturally being a curious toddler.

We have plans to go to Georgia this month to visit Mommom (my mom) and my grandparents who will also be visiting. This will be the first time my grandparents get to meet Mary Ellen. They live in Pennsylvania and it is difficult finding time, and money, to visit with everyone. I am very excited and cannot wait! (Please say prayers for the 5 hour drive with a 17-month-old, however).

I hope all is well with everyone! I still love you!

God Bless!

Easter Weekend

We had a wonderful Easter weekend. My mom and sister were able to spend the weekend with us and it was so nice. I miss them something terrible at times.

Mary Ellen had a great time hunting Easter eggs at the church Saturday. She knew right what to do. Well, she had no choice. I am highly competitive and no child of mine was going to walk around eggless. My mother laughed and commented that I was probably the only mother who trained her 16-month-old on how to hunt for eggs. Ha! No joke, I had Mary Ellen practice with her Easter Basket and some cut-out bunnies and eggs!

Easter morning was sweet. We took baby powder and made bunny tracks from the front door leading all the way to her basket. We also laid out a trail of chocolates. When she awoke, she said "OOOOOOH" at the coins and started collecting them. She did not see the basket until she was smack dab right in front of it. It was precious!

Our Easter services at church were awesome. My sister, Molly, helped us in our cantata by singing. Of course I was proud. Molly's awesome. It was fun singing in a choir with her.

I hope all of you had a blessed Easter. May we never forget the wonder of the cross!

Easter on a Budget

Here is an inexpensive Easter decorating idea I wanted to share with you, especially with those of you with small children. I used the bunny cutout at school and punched a hole at the top, then simply tied all types of springy ribbon on the colorful bunnies. I then tied each bunny onto the dining room chandelier. It's nothing fancy, but it's fun and Mary Ellen loves them!

I always said that I would never put Mary Ellen or myself in a pair of Crocs, but check out these bad boys!!! They are purple and oh so cool! Velcro is the best. I took a picture of Mary Ellen's new Croc on top of my flip flop to show you how big her feet are. My girl has some feet now.

Head in a Box

I used to sleep with my head in a box.

It was a large cardboard box that once housed some household item that had no relevance to the hours of fun it provided me. My box was no ordinary box. I had artfully decorated not only the outside, but the inside with all types of colorful designs. I measured and cut out a hole large enough to slip my head through (think of the opening to a dog house) and two holes on either side to slip my arms through. I placed this box on my top bunk and secretly snuck in a flashlight, some books and some more art supplies. When it was time to go to bed, I found a way out - a loop hole to my parent's dreaded rule to "go to sleep" at a decent hour! I could slip my head and two arms through the box holes, turn on my flashlight, and read or draw or do whatever it is kids do with a large, used box. The possibilities were endless. My imagination took over and it was just me and my box.

"Ah-ha!" I thought, "I don't have to go to sleep. No one will ever know that I am awake because I have this box."

It turns out I really wasn't that clever. Mom knew of my plan and thought it too funny to ruin my little hideout slash anti-nighttime plan. She even knew about the flashlight. My box looked like a flying saucer on my top bunk with a beam of light seeping out of the bottom. And there I was, being abducted by my own crafty cleverness with my head stuck securely inside a brown box.

This sounds weird to most of you - okay all of you - but here is the cool thing: It wasn't weird to my mom. She could have easily flipped out and yanked the box off of my head and thrown it in the dumpster. Who wants a daughter who sleeps with her head in a box? It's not something you share with pals at work or church. Outsiders may even view it as child abuse.

"Geesh, Judy," the would say, "It's kinda mean to let your kid sleep in a box. I mean, what if she suffocates."

My younger sister Molly didn't find it odd either. She slept in the bunk beneath me. She was used to my artsy antics. Nothing phased her.

I think of this story every now and then when I watch my own daughter play. I was reminded of my childhood when she excitedly hurried over to the long, rectangular cardboard box her daddy threw on the ground after unpacking it. At only 15-months-old, I watched her "ooooh" and "aaah" at the size of this box. She opened and closed the lids, tried to slip inside, and eventually realized it was much more fun to place Mommy's Tupperware inside of it. She would have played with that box for hours, except it was soon time to go to bed.

NO! I did not place the box inside her crib. But I did think about whether I would allow it if she were a little older. Am I going to be a cool mom and allow my daughter to sleep with her head in a box? Will I recognize her for who she is and know the difference between "weird" and "artistic"? Will I know my daughter as well as my mom knew and knows me? And if I do, will I go against the grain to give my daughter that outlet that she needs, such as painting the inside of a box and placing it on top of her head? My mother knew this was odd. Even my grandfather asked one night, "Judy, you do realize that Ann-Marie has a box on her head?"

"Yup," she replied.

"Are you going to let her do that?" he asked.

"Yup, she's not hurting anyone."

You see, my mom knew that I was different, and never once made me feel silly or weired for being so. On the contrary, my mother encouraged my behavior. I think she knew that if she did not allow me to explore my creative side in healthy ways, I would have rebelled in an unhealthy way. I was a kid, for example, who liked to play by herself. I would play in my closet - with the door closed - so no one would bother me or interrupt my imaginative play. Mom simply cleaned out my closet so that I could play in there. When I was a teenager, I liked to wear combat boots and dye my hair a different color every week. Mom allowed me to do this. Her reasoning? I made honor roll, had decent friends, did not do drugs and overall was a pretty good kid. What type of child would I have been if she repressed any of this?

I am a lot more controllive as an adult than my mother. I am type A and Mom is type...Z. Will I be able to recognize Mary Ellen for who she is, and more importantly, will I allow her to be her? Will I let go and go against the grain if I truly feel it is in the best interest of my child? I sure hope so. I hope that when it comes down to it, I will allow my daughter to sleep with a box on her head.

Maybe I'll even provide her with the flashlight.

The Frugal Shopper

I'm not sure if I like to shop. I like looking at clothes and household decor sometimes, but I don't get particularly excited to try on clothes or 50 pairs of shoes. In fact, that's just downright dreadful. My mom tells me when I was younger, she couldn't stand to take me along when she shopped. I would whine the entire time and tell her "my legs hurt." In fairness, my legs were the size of chopsticks and standing on them for more than 30 minutes was pushing it. These babies weren't made for all-day shopping excursions. I still don't like to shop all day, unless I have a pocket full of cash that is free from any strings. When does that ever happen?


I'm the person who will walk around the department store with items hand for an eternity. Then one by one the items return to their homes on the racks. I end up feeling way too guilty about buying that I just can't do it. The guilt outweighs the want. I'm a salesperson's nightmare.


If an item or two does make it home with me, buyer's remorse usually sets in the next day, after the shopper's high wears off. I am getting a bit better at this. I have learned not to beat myself up as much, especially if I find a heck of a deal. The bottom line is, I don't like to spend. I'm frugal, probably borderline cheap. I was always like this. I remember saving my coins and allowances as a child, only to have my older sister beg me for some cash because the girl never could hold on to a penny.


"You got holes in your pockets, Michelle," my parents would say.


I know I should loosen up a bit, but I don't like the feeling of being strapped for cash. Been there done that for way too many years. Living and surviving on your own is tough folks. I really did eat hot dogs and Ramen noodles for weeks at a time. I couldn't afford anything else. I remember wearing clothes that were too big or too little. I couldn't furnish my first apartment until months after moving in. I had to say "no" often to friends asking me to go see a movie or go out to eat. Those were luxuries I had to save up for.


When I lived in Florida, my mom found a great web site called The Dollar Stretcher that offered some great tips. The site is still up and running and has grown. Google it. It offers sound money-saving advice from people who like and need to save. Check it out.


Now that I've made myself sound really, really cheap, please note that Brannon and I are working really hard to get out of debt - completely. It is our dream to one day be mortgage free and student-loan free, and not 30 years from now. This means making that dollar stretch.

(I'm not eating Ramen noodles this time, however. Sacrificing health and sanity is not an option).


As Dave Ramsey says, "Live like no other today so that one day you can live like no other."


I love it!

Da Da Da Da....

"Momma. Say Momma. M-o-m-m-a!"

"Da."

"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy!"

"Do..Doy....Doy...Da."

"No. I'm Momma. Momma. Say it...puulleeez!"

".....Da."

This is a typical daily conversation between Mary Ellen and I. Oh, alright. It's not a conversation, but me begging our 15-month-old to say my name. I cannot wait for the day that she utters a word that does not begin with the letter "D," preferably "Momma" or "Ma." The sound of the letter "D" is her sound of choice. Every word that she attempts to say usually ends up with a hard D on the front. Her favorite word is "Doy," pronounced like "boy." I don't know where this came from or what it means, but she LOVES it. Everything is "doy, doy, doy." It is adorable, but I'm ready for my little girl to expand her repertoire.

I have to admit that I have been a little concerned over the past couple of weeks about Mary Ellen's speech, or lack there of it. I read - probably too much - information that says she should know at least a dozen words by now, and at least two dozen by 18 months.

Huh?

Mary Ellen knows "Doy."

She has started saying "Do" (pronounced like "go") whenever we let the dog outside to run, and I think she is beginning to say "Duice" for juice. She can say Dada, as well, but I'm tired of that. I'm ready for her to look at me and yell "MOMMA!"

Friends and parents tell me not to worry, that Mary Ellen is just taking a little longer to develop in this area. I hope they are right. I started talking to her as much as I can, but I feel that I am saying so much as it is. I started reading to her more, even if she is playing and not sitting on my lap. A good friend suggested this method. It can't hurt, plus I love to read to my girl.

We have a 15-month check-up soon and I cannot wait to bombard the doc with many developmental questions. I know deep down inside this is just Mary Ellen's way. She has always been a little slow to develop, and this has truly never bothered me. I just want to make sure that if there is something I can be doing to help her along, then I want to know what that "something" is.

Until then, I will continue with my pleading and Mary Ellen will continue assigning "D" sounds/words to different objects. She (and I) will get it one day.

Doy!

Hello?

We are still here! We have just been soooooooo busy. I started back classes at Troy and I took on a full load this semester, including a course that requires me to go to Phenix City some weekends. I'm trying to pack in what I can before Brannon begins his spring outage at the nuclear plant. Yuck. I am so not looking forward to that. I know he isn't either. Thirteen-hour days grow tiresome after a few weeks.

Mary Ellen continues to grow and grow! It's amazing how fast she has grown and how tall she is. We have to purchase 18 month-old clothing because anything smaller is too short. We call most of her pants capris or knickers!. She talks non-stop, or babbles. She really doesn't say too many words at this point and everyone keeps telling me not to worry. She knows plenty of words, she just can't figure out how to form them into proper sounds so that Dad and I understand them. I know I shouldn't worry too much about it because MEC took forever to develop everywhere else. For example, she did not get one tooth until close to 11 months of age and when she did, they ALL came in at one time. The doc assures me that's just how MEC develops. So I am just waiting for a billion words to come flowing out at any minute!

She is becoming such a big girl. She brushes her teeth at night with her own Sesame Street toothbrush and feeds herself entirely. The food ends up everywhere but her mouth half the time, but she tries and wants to try. My big girl!

I posted some random photos from over the past several weeks. I hope you enjoy. I promise to write something witty or funny next time. I just wanted to provide the family and close friends with some updates!

Take care and we love you!

Noah's Ark

Here are the paintings I completed for the church nursery/preschool hall. I have a couple more to finish, but I think they turned out cute. I stuck with acrylic paints and stretched canvases. I love not having to frame! Plus, I love the look of a stretched canvas. You get to see the entire painting.

Because of this painting, I decided to reread Genesis 6, 7, 8, & 9 last night - the story of Noah and his account. This is what stuck out to me:

Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between you and me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life...So God said to Noah, "This is the sign of the covenant I have established between me and all life on earth." Genesis 9:14-17

This account tells of God's wrath - how he is so perfect that he cannot understand our wickedness - but it also tells of God's mercy and love - His covenant. We do not deserve this covenant. We deserve nothing. But He gives it anyway because he loves us. He gave His one and only son so that He would never again have to wipe out the earth with a flood to wash away our wickedness. Jesus did that for us.

So beautiful. Thank you Lord!

2008 Blessings

What an awesomely blessed Christmas season we have had! What an awesomely blessed year we have had! God has been so good to the Cook family. There have been rough patches this past year - a funeral, busy schedules, illnesses - but God continued to be faithful. He has never left our sides. His provision amazes me.

2008 Blessings:

1. The health and growth of Mary Ellen. She has blossomed into a beautiful toddler. Wow - it truly does go fast. She now weighs 21 pounds and I estimate her height is around 24 inches. Gone are the bottles, baby foods, teeny-weeny onsies and days of propping her up in a seat to play. This has all been replaced with sippy cups, pickier eating, baby talk and baby chasing.

2. We have not been hit by economic hardships to the extent of others. We have not lost any jobs - thank you, Lord - and continue to work hard to live the "Dave Ramsey" way, as we call it, which simply means "out of debt." Keep helping us with this goal, Lord. With You, we can do it!

3. Brannon and I were able to take a couple get-away vacations - alone! We went to the beach one weekend and on a cruise. It is always wonderful to "runaway" for a little while with the man of my dreams. It's a great way for us to stay connected and remember to put each other first, even before children.

4. Since I am speaking so lovey dovey, Brannon and I celebrated 5 years of marriage this year. Hooray for us! Hooray for God's hand!

5. Although leaving a church family is very difficult, emotionally, we have been blessed with even more friends and fellowship since joining HBC. HBC is where Brannon grew up and where his family has attended before he was even born. He has really matured spiritually and continues to lead this household, which in turn is helping me mature spiritually. I am so, so, so thankful for this. Thank you, Lord, for speaking to my husband's heart. Thank you for speaking to mine to be obedient.

6. I have been able to spend more time with my mother since she moved to Georgia to become a missionary. She has been willing to travel almost every month or two to come play with her granddaughter. If she still lived in Pennsylvania, those trips would be extremely less in amount. I'm so glad Mary Ellen has her Mommom close by.

7. School and work went very well for me in 2008 because of the awesome support network Brannon and I have. With the help of his family, I have been able to continue going to school in the afternoons and work in the mornings. I know that I am very fortunate to have this.

I look forward to even more blessings in 2009. It is always uplifting to think back on all the things God has granted for us, considering we do not deserve any of it. It's really hard to be down and negative when you thinks of blessings, isn't it? I challenge you to make a "blessings list" of your own. What happened in 2008 that made you smile? What happened in your family, in your life, that made you see God's work? Once you make this list, thank Him for it!

He is good. He is faithful. Thank you, Lord!

Love you all. I look forward to more fellowship with you in 2009.

Wonderful Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!

We had a wonderful time celebrating Jesus' birthday. My sister Molly and her boyfriend, Sean, came in from Atlanta and stayed with us for a couple of days and we were able to spend the entire holiday right here at home - Dothan. I'm so glad to call Dothan my home. It feels so good to offer Mary Ellen the tradition of waking up in her own home Christmas morning and making a big breakfast without the need to race out the door to go here and go there. I just really appreciate how relaxing everything was this year. I know some years we may travel, but it IS SO NICE to be right here, with our tree and our beds and in our PJS with funky bed hair. What a treat!

Mary Ellen woke up at her usual time and her face just beamed when she saw her presents stacked up in her new Radio Flyer wagon underneath the tree. The wagon is definitely one of her favorites. That was a gift sent by Mommom via Santa. Mary Ellen also loves her piggy bank and coins she received from her Aunt Bronwyn. Of course she loves it all, but it is funny to see what she wants to play with the most, at least for the time being. I love the gifts she received, and the amount was practical. Brannon and I decided to stick with three gifts because that is what Jesus received, and the rest of the family gave practical and much needed gifts. It was wonderful and a Blessing. One of my favorites is a Bama rocking chair Mary Ellen got from Grandmother and Grandaddy. She likes to sit in it and eat her snack. It's so cute!

Brannon and I finished out the holiday watching The Nativity Story. What an awesome movie! That was one of my gifts this year and I love it!!!! Please rent it if you have not seen it. It really helped me imagine and feel what Mary and Joseph had to endure together, and how strong their bond had to be to go through such a wonderous, miraculous event. They were so brave and obedient.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. I posted a few pics of Mary Ellen in her wagon and chair.

Much Love!

Toddler?

Where did my baby go?

It seems once your child turns one, and after that dreaded visit to the doctor, all things baby are yanked away from mommies. I was told that number one, it was time to take away the bottle from Mary Ellen. Number two, it was time to take away her infant seat and install her a "big girl" seat. And Number three, let her try feeding herself more. After that visit to the doctor, it just all seems so...official. Our babies are no longer, well, babies. They are now officially growing and morphing into toddlers - little people who are becoming more independent and learning how to talk back and push buttons (boy how fast they learn to manipulate. It's scary, really).

So that's it. Mary Ellen is no longer a teeny weeny baby. I knew this day was coming - this "doctor visit" day. I knew what was in store for me (and poor MEC) before I even made the appointment. I began prepping myself ahead of time, making sure my defenses were raring and ready to go. I would say things like, "Well, Mary Ellen is just not ready to give up the bottle and I'm her Mama and I'm gonna keep giving her her bottle until I say it's time to stop." I can also be quoted as saying, "She doesn't need a new car seat, yet. She can still fit into her infant seat. Besides, I hear babies stop sleeping in the car once you turn them around."

The truth was, I knew all this was bologna. I knew - and know- what the doctor recommended is in the best interest of my daughter. It's what is healthy. But there should be a rule on how many things a mother is supposed to take away at a time, darn it. It wasn't the struggle of taking the bottle away from her that I was fighting with. I was afraid this meant that Mary Ellen is no longer my sweet little teeny weeny baby, that she is becoming a big girl and is learning new things - some of them on her own. She now walks and has like, a million teeth. She now talks more, and even hollers at us when she doesn't get her way. She already knows how to manipulate and thinks it's hysterical when she throws all her food on the floor for the dog to eat because she knows that we truly can't do anything about it. Seriously. What are we gonna do about it? It is kind of funny.

My point is, it is hard letting go of your infant. I can't imagine letting go of her forever when she is to marry. But I had a dear Friend tell me one time, God entrusted us to raise our children, and to raise them to leave. That is our main responsibility - to guide them to leave our house and to make their own. I believe this starts at 1, when our babies first begin to show signs of independence. This really isn't a sad thing. It is truly beautiful.

But no one can take away a Mama's first year with her teeny weeny baby. That year is for us - darn it!

Expelled

Brannon and I recently rented the documentary "Expelled," produced and hosted by Ben Stein, a well known actor, political commentator, writer, attorney and extremely intelligent man. Knowing the basis of this documentary had something to do with intelligent design, we could not wait to see what Stein had to say about it. After all, it is not often you hear someone of Stein's caliber speak of intelligent design in the classroom.

After watching the documentary, we found out why.

I do not plan to spoil the film for anyone. I can speak of the film and ID in the classroom and it will not ruin the documentary. It's that interesting. I knew intelligent design in schools was (and still is) a huge no-no, but I always thought this was due largely to simple political correctness. You know, we always have to do and say what is socially "acceptable" as to not offend the populace at large. This kind of reminds me of the Seinfeld episodes where Jerry Seinfeld would finish every statement with, "Not that there's anything wrong with that". In today's world we offend just by breathing. After watching "Expelled," however, I was shocked to see just how big of a no-no it is to mention intelligent design. Notice I didn't say "teach" ID, I said mention. Long-standing scientists and professors were fired for even mentioning intelligent design, and one instructor was fired for quoting another person in an article on the topic of intelligent design.

Absurd, right? But it is happening.

The main point? Don't even utter the words intelligent design unless you are willing to give up your career and life as you know it. It seems there is no such thing as free academics. Shouldn't teachers be allowed to challenge students' thinking, to have them think for themselves and reflect on their thinking? To provide them with all the facts, theories, etc. and lay it all out on the table? Why are scientists being stopped from simply investigating other possible truths? Darwinism is not an absolute truth - no one can tell you it is. It just happens to win by popular vote, but has never been proven true. Then why is this the only "truth" allowed to be investigated and taught? I'm not against the teaching of Darwinism. It should be taught, along with the possibility and "truth" behind intelligent design. If you can teach one theory, then you should be able to teach the other - or all others.

As "Expelled" reveals, there seems to be great fear in allowing other theories into mainstream academics, and the powers that be (whoever they are) will do everything they can to suppress our freedom of knowledge. Why?

I believe in free academics. If you do, please rent and watch "Expelled." If you don't, watch it anyway.

Thank you for your eyes and ears.

http://www.expelledthemovie.com/aboutthemovie.php

What Are You Thankful For?

Every year we ask our students to name one thing they are most thankful for. The answers usually vary from a specific toy to Mommy to socks (yes, one girl said she was thankful for socks - but I am, too, because just imagine life without socks! Seriously, wouldn't that be weird?) Although it is hard to nail down one thing that I am "most" thankful for - because I am equally thankful for many things - I prayed and reflected yesterday on what my answer would be (besides Jesus dying on the cross, obviously).

I am most thankful for my husband. Brannon is a caring, loving, and very kind husband. In fact, he is the kindest person I know. He is patient, oh so patient, with me and Mary Ellen. He is a great spiritual leader and teacher. I have learned so much from him. He is funny, handsome, a great provider, and never has a nasty word to say. How does he do that?

I am thankful for Brannon because he wears his heart on his sleeve and will open his door to anyone. I am thankful for him because the ironing will be done on any random day. I am thankful for Brannon because if I say, "I don't feel like cooking tonight," he turns around and says, "That's okay, you want me to cook?"

I am thankful for Brannon because he takes MEC for walks, gives her baths, feeds her lunch, plays with her, and takes her to visit our elderly friends. Did you know that Brannon is so good with the elderly? This has always wowed me. He just shows them so much respect and gratitude. He knows he can learn from them, so he listens.

Most importantly, I am thankful for Brannon because when we feared I could never carry his children, he said he loved me - that he would never leave me, and that he married me for me, not for a baby.

How could I not be thankful for such a man?

I love you, Brannon.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Birthday Mary Ellen!!!!!

Today we celebrated MEC's first birthday!!! She had the best time. Her birthday is actually on the 29th, but instead of competing with football and holidays, we made her birthday celebration just hers by having it a little early. In fact, we began celebrating her birthday on Friday by dressing MEC in her birthday t-shirt given to her by Miss Lila Hayes, a very good friend of ours and the best preschool/nursery coordinator-director-boss lady there is! Just visit us at Heritage Baptist Church one Sunday and you will see what I'm talking about. Thanks Lila!

Mary Ellen loved digging into her very own birthday cake. Miss Vernie made a cake just for her and decorated it pink and green to go with our theme. She is the best baker I know. In fact, she made our wedding cake and groom's cake and it was so good, there was none left. Thank goodness Miss Vernie sliced Brannon and I a piece of cake before it was all gone or we wouldn't of gotten any! Miss Vernie also made a cake in the shape of a number one for MEC's birthday. Thanks Vernie!

Below are pictures of MEC checking out her cake. She LOVED it! Birthday cake is yummy. MEC didn't even try to use her hands. She just bit into it. It was hilarious. Then she was using her hands and mouth and whatever possible to shove it in. That's my girl!

The other pictures of MEC's birthday hat and her looking out the window. So cute. The last two are of her helping her daddy put together one of her new toys. It's one of her favorites. It was a great day and I can say I was not in tears. I thought I would be really sad, but I was just so happy and thankful to be celebrating the life of our daughter. I never thought this day would come, and yet the Lord entrusted her to us.

Thank you God. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Birthday Slash Christmas Slash Disco Tree

I told you I was putting up our tree early, and yes, I decorated it in pink and green colors to coordinate with MEC's first birthday party this Sunday. It is not as full as I usually like my tree to be, but I had to make due because I didn't necessarily have an attic full of pink and chartreuse green Christmas decor, you know what I'm saying. But I think it turned out really cute with what I had. I used green netting and wrapped it in and out of the branches. I used pink and green berries to tuck in between branches, several shiny hot pink disco ball-type ornaments and green and pink ribbon for the topper. Brannon even thought it turned out pretty darn cute.

We have had this artificial tree for the past five years and it is the only Christmas tree Brannon and I have ever used. We first acquired the tree for free from Pat's Florist Shop in Tuscaloosa. I used to work for Pat who had a bad habit of buying new prelit Christmas trees and quickly discarding the old. Well this particular tree had 700 lights attached to it, but not one of them worked. Pat was going to throw this poor tree away when I spoke up and said I would provide it with a good home. Because Brannon and I lived on very little money during the first couple of years of our marriage, he quickly drove to Pat's shop and threw the tree in his car, took it home, and spent an entire weekend plucking the embedded lights off the darn tree. His hands were so chapped and bruised, but he did it!

Today the tree leans horribly and has uneven branches at the bottom. It truly is becoming a ridiculous looking tree, but we just can't seem to part with it. We put it up year after year so proudly, and figure out new ways to rig it so it won't lean so badly. And you know what is so funny? The pieces of plastic the held the lights to the branches still fall out of the tree - five years later! Next year we promise to buy a live tree. I hope. We'll see. It's kind of sad.

The following are a couple of pics of the top of the tree and one of the ornaments. I can't wait to see some of your holiday decorations and stories that go with them. Please share with us on your blogs friends and family! This is the perfect time to share your traditions and stories.

Love you all!

Merry Christmas, Already

So, I'm putting up our Christmas tree this weekend. I know, I know - it's not even Thanksgiving. Well, I am crazy and I simply don't care. I'm ready to put it up so that's what I'm gonna do. I managed to have our Christmas tree up mid-November last year thinking my nine-month pregnant belly was going to pop at any moment. Obviously, I had a perfectly good excuse to put up our tree early last year - not knowing when baby MEC was going to arrive. I remember yelling at Brannon for plugging in the lights because I was embarrassed that I had had my tree up so early. I didn't want anyone to see our glowing tree from outside.

"Then why even have it up," he yelled back.

He was right so I allowed him to plug in the lights every night thereafter. A lighted Christmas tree is Brannon's favorite. He would sleep out on the couch to those lights if I let him. He's just a big kid. This year I'm gonna let my tree shine all over the neighborhood. The only excuse I have is that MEC's Birthday party is next Sunday at our house. I'm decorating the house myself with some green and pink streamers and balloons. I thought it would be nice touch to have the tree up for her birthday party and one thing led to another and now we are having a pink and green Christmas tree this year.

"Pink?" asked Brannon.

Sorry love bug, pink it is. But won't that be soooooooooooooooooooooo cute fellow friends? I have green and pink netting and hot pink ornaments with pink and green ribbon. Tee-hee. I can't wait to decorate the tree this weekend. I'll take pictures of it and post it here. The only thing is we are not using a live tree. The tree will die before Christmas, so a fake tree it is.

Next year I vow to wait until Thanksgiving to set up our tree. In fact, I want a live tree next year so I'll have to wait until then.

Unless............

Sleepy Head

I hate, HATE, waking Mary Ellen up from her sleep. She often wakes up around 6:00 a.m. and talks to herself before falling back to sleep for another hour. This means I usually have to wake her up on days I have to go to work. I can't stand it. She is not good at waking up and will let you know she is not happy with your decision. This morning I snuck a quick snapshot of her in her slumber before having to nudge her awake. She looks so sweet here with her bee-bottom up in the air and pacifier secure in her mouth. What you don't see is her yelling at me for waking her up!

Mary Ellen is really growing. She finally has three teeth and a fourth one working its way to the surface. She loves to play peek-a-boo and often covers just one eye so she can still see you. She is also taking steps on her own and it will not be long before she is walking all around this house! She LOVES music and LOVES to dance. She loves the theme song to "Go Diego Go" and likes to dance to it.

These days are so precious. They are also sometimes sad. I feel that if I blink, I may miss something. Children really remind you how fast time truly does fly.

End Times

I believe we are living in the end times. I believe Jesus will be returning soon - very soon. I cannot deny global ongoings that have been prophecised in the Bible and written plainly for all to read, see and hear. One prophecy I have been reflecting on lately can be found in Daniel 12:4, which says, "But as for you, Daniel, conceal these words and seal up the book until the end of time; many will go back and forth, and knowledge will increase."

We are living in a world of infinite knowledge. With the invention of the Internet, we have access to anything at anytime. You want to know about honey bees or aerospace design? Presto! That information is just a click away. Anything you want to learn about, anything at all, is literally at our fingertips.

Billy Graham was quoted as saying "...ninety percent of all the engineers and scientists who have ever lived are alive today." And he is right. Human cloning, prolonging life through science, and space travel are just a few examples of how far our knowledge has come. I not only believe that this scripture in Daniel is in reference to people understanding the prophecies of the Book of Daniel, but I also believe this prophecy applies to our increasing knowledge in medicine, travel, science and technology.

We are living in the age of information. This is that time.

"But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.” Daniel 12:4

This has been heavy on my heart because I think of all the lost in our world, and they have no idea that the end is not only coming, it is very near. How can they not know, I ask myself? Who is not telling them? Why don't they believe? But I also find comfort in His word that many will be saved and "...shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand." Daniel 12:10

We have a great responsibility brothers and sisters to reach all those we can reach. Remember the Great Commission. I continue to pray that God gives me the courage and wisdom to speak the truth, to tell all about Him! I pray that He gives me the courage to stand up and say, "I love Jesus and I am not ashamed! Look what he did for me!" I also pray that God continue to give me the opportunity to share His word and most of all, the discipline to learn His word by studying it and living it. I used to ask why God didn't speak to me. I wanted a big sign, like a rainbow in the sky or a bird on my shoulder. Guess what? The Bible is my sign. That's how God speaks to us. Where did I get the notion that it had to be something so majestic and, well, big? He speaks to us all the time. The question is, do we hear Him? Are we opening His word and inviting Him to speak to us? I'm speaking to myself, too, friends and family.

I didn't post this to bring anybody down. I just feel convicted. I think we have a great responsibility, and I for one was not fulfilling it. But I want to. I am going to.

I pray that you make a commitment to do the same. I'm so thankful someone shared the Word with me, or I may still be one of those lost.

Thanks for listening. I love you.