My husband and I watched You’ve Got Mail tonight. It was such a refreshing time–to sit by ourselves and watch a clean, happy movie where boy meets girl and things work out. Even if you don’t like chick flicks, you gotta love YGM. Meg Ryan? Tom Hanks? C’mon. Continue reading
My sweet baby turns 3 this Sunday.
Three years ago on October 18, at 7 p.m., I
strolled waddled into the hospital with contractions about a minute apart. I thought they were just more Braxton Hicks contractions, which I had since 18 weeks or so. But, just to be safe, I thought…
I still remember the nurse checking me and tell us, “You’re staying! You’re at a 7!” Holy cow.
Suddenly, everything changed. Continue reading
Sometimes when I read Oswald Chambers’ book, My Utmost for His Highest, I have to slow down and reread several sentences. I blink my eyes kinda fast and zoom in on certain words or phrases that are foreign to me. Sometimes I Google a word. Not gonna lie. Sometimes I even cheat and head to the website because the version there is a little easier to read, though it’s never as beautifully worded. Continue reading
I was overwhelmed with the response I received from my post, A Day in the Life. So many of you wrote, commented, Facebooked, or texted the feelings you had about it. Some of you are trying your hardest to understand because you’ve never experienced infertility. Some of you are in this boat, too. I recently told a friend who has struggled with secondary infertility for years that I was sad we were in the same club but thankful we weren’t alone. Continue reading
No. Not the one on the right. That’s Corbin. Mostly naked, watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates. (Is there another way to watch t.v.?)
Wyatt is the one on the left, in the Cars chair.
Oh, and he’s imaginary, in case you couldn’t tell.
Yes, Wyatt is our new friend. There when you need him…maybe even a little when you don’t. Like when you’re trying to eat dinner and Corbin won’t eat because he’s concerned Wyatt will try to jump from his too-high position on the stairs.
Or when you’re late to an appointment but you can’t leave yet because Wyatt isn’t buckled. Even the imaginary need to follow the laws.
C’s imaginary friend appeared in the last few months. I don’t know if he’s a response to wanting a sibling, or if C’s even able to sense that feeling as a need. I’m never sure how much he feels, though I know it’s more than I think.
Ever since Wyatt made his appearance (or lack thereof), I started looking up some info on imaginary friends. I’ve seen stats that claim only 35% of kids develop them, while US Today (2012) quotes the New York University Child Study’s stat of 65%. Both Jay and I had imaginary friends. His was Sonic the Hedgehog (the fastest thing alive!) and mine was Pee-Wee Herman (don’t judge).
That US Today article also goes on to say that children with imaginary friends tend to be more creative and excel in verbal skills. While I can’t speak for everyone’s kid, but I think one of the main words to describe Corbin would be
vocal, loud verbal.
Either way, Wyatt is sticking around, which is just fine with me. Sometimes they play together. Usually Corbin does all the talking.
Or so I think. 🙂
What about you guys? Do/Did your kids have imaginary friends? What about you?
There are some songs that move me.
Spiritually, not physically.
Though, let’s be honest–there are those songs, too. Cupid shuffle, anyone? Generally, these songs are reserved for weddings or silly youth ministry videos. 🙂
My story begins with normalcy.
It’s a beautiful day–pretty warm, as I am in
the desert Texas. Birds chirping, planes flying overhead. The usual. I walk outside to get our mail. And that’s where things get weird. Continue reading