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Daily prompt: Struggle

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Struggles of a Night Nursing Baby
9pm
Good night my child,
May we sleep well,
11pm
A snack for you,
So we can sleep more,
12am
How are you hungry?
You need to sleep,
2am
Why scream and cry?
Mommy is here,
230am
You have eaten from both sides,
Please go to sleep,
4am
Are you cold or hot?
Tired or hungry?
430am
Rocking or standing,
You still nurse while crying,
445am
You are finally back asleep,
Please sleep more than two hours.
6am
Why, my child, why?
Last night you nearly slept all night,
7am
Shh, baby sleeping still,
Let’s rest more until he wakes,
8am
Energy they have in abundant,
Coffee I need to keep up,
10am
Daytime smiles and hugs,
Out weighs the sleepless night struggle. 💖

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Insomnia thoughts

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What to talk about? … for some reason, I never really know what to write on my blog. I open the app to write a post but most the time I just stare at the bright screen not sure of the words that I should put. Knowing that everything I write and publish in here is read not only by family and friends but strangers too.
What if I offend someone? Or if something I say is understood wrong? Or my Faith gets questioned because I don’t explain something right? Or worse, I say something wrong and gives people the wrong idea not just of me and my family but of God as well? Am I sharing too much of my life? Should I pretend everything seems to be rainbows in my life just so it doesn’t seem like I’m complaining about it? Even though I know I’m truly blessed.

How does anyone ever really know what to say?

There have been so many topics I’ve wanted to tall about but haven’t for fear of being misunderstood.
I am a young mind after all what do I know? Right?
Why cause the drama?
Its probably just a single small voice in the minority group against the mighty voice of the majority group, right?
What difference will it make?

Probably….none.

But think about this… if I don’t speak up, who will? If the minority started to get quieter voice by voice there won’t be anyone to stand up against the majority, no one to try and stand up for what they think is right. And that, my dear friend, will be a sad day.

Why should I be afraid when they aren’t? They won’t even bat an eye to speak their minds, we shouldn’t either. But so many of us do….. why?

Why do we continue to let them tell us how to live? What to except or not except?
America has become a very sad country to live in.
We mourn over the 50 people killed in a shoot out yet hardly ever give a second thought to the millions of babies murdered through abortion every day.
We will imprison someone for buying or selling marihuana but we let rapists and pedophiles go free.
We support people who lie and cheat to be our leaders.
We give perverts free passes into opposite gender bathrooms just so gays know they are welcomed into either one.
We give rich raises while our own military struggle to make ends meet and still have to take a pay cut.
We want to bring in refugees while our own people struggle and are homeless on the streets.
We want to pay the person flipping the burger more than the one who saves your life.
We encourage sex, yet when a teenager gets pregnant we wonder why.
We are told to welcome other people and religions openly but ban the bible and prayer because it offends one person.
We blame objects or victims  for a crime instead of the criminal themself.
We ban natural things and are told to encourage chemicals in our food.
We protect animals and criminals more than we protect our own born  and unborn children.
We forsake God in everything we do, even though he used to be the cornerstone of our lives,  Country.
We throw prayer and bible out of schools but give it in prisons to try and help the men and women there.

Why America?
Why did we let this happen? Because we are stupid idiots that’s why! We ignore God and everything goes south from there.
Its sad.

Forgive them, for they know not what they do.

They follow blindly, like sheep to the slaughter.

I always pray for our country, but I fear we have reached a day where it is too far gone. Now I pray for us as individuals, that it won’t be too late for some of us to wake up and realize what a mess we have become. That we can try to fix what we can, starting with our own hearts.

Beginning of December

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Well NaNo is officially over, but I still have a lot to do with my book. Sadly I didn’t get my 50k words in but I did do a lot better then I thought I would. 🙂 I’m hoping that what I did get done I’m at least half way done with my book, but we’ll see. Since most of the writing I did on paper I need to transfer it to the computer next to see where I’m at and how much more I need to do (I didn’t exactly write it all in order 😛 ), hopefully it’s not much.

I’m still loving my camera! I’ve even got some pretty cool pictures, if I do say so. 🙂 I’ll try and post some when I get the chance.

Calian is getting bigger by the day, he’s at 18.2 lbs and 27in setting him at the 75%-title for his age group. He’s only 6 months and is already mostly needing to wear 9m pants cause anything smaller won’t fit over his thighs (9m barely fit) and are usually too short. 😮

Gideon as usual is mostly just full of energy all day every day!  😰He loves to count and “read” 🙂 The other day he got to read to Calian, it was so adorable and made me smile.  😍

My weekend

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So far my weekend has consisted of a cranky fussy baby who only seems to be happy when Mommy holds him or when daddy is home to play or hold him, being curled up under blankets to stay warm, watching a movie or two with the Husband or playing video games with him (I’m actually get better at them! YaY!) cooking and cleaning. Oh and a little bit of relaxing during nap time and after bed time. 🙂

Today Gideon went down for an early nap around 10am, I tried to lay him down in his bed so I could write, but as soon as he started to leave my arms he woke up and started to cry refusing to want leave Mommy’s arms, so I took him back to the living room and rocked him back to sleep. Not wanting to sit and just play on my phone, I decided to bring him to our bed and lay him down next to me so I can write and come online. He woke up a little bit but fell back asleep, and after getting my arm back from under him I’m free to write now. He’s been napping for almost 3 hours which from the last almost week, is a record! I’m really not sure what’s wrong but he just hasn’t been sleeping well lately, and that means I don’t either. Yesterday I was so tired I finally gave in and had a cup of coffee around 2pm, which I later regretted-I was up and awake until sometime after midnight, I think I might just stick to decaf after 2pm. 😛

Anyways, even though the fussing is really wearing me out and it’s keeping me from getting things done, I do take some pleasure in the fact that just hold him for a little while seems to make him feel better, and to watch Mr. K hold or play with him to help keep him calm it just warms my heart all the way. ❤

Cuddling with mommy

Cuddling with mommy

Since today is Shabbat, I’m not doing a lot of cleaning but thankfully Gideon hasn’t made a huge mess of everything…yet 😉

I’m really hoping the weather gets a little warmer tomorrow like they say it’s suppose to. I’d love to get Gideon outta the house for a little while without worrying if he’s freezing or not. Sure we’ve got a nice warm coat for him, but poor baby can barely walk with it on.

 

Watching you

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As our son, Gideon, gets older I’m starting to notice a lot of little things that he does…Things that myself and my husband do on a day to day basis. Like blowing on food before eating it, hugging, or smacking his lips after eating something or licking his fingers, little things like that. And that makes me think of all the other things I do around my child, and it makes me want to be a better parent, person and set a better and more Godly example for him. 

I mean, like that one picture that goes around on Facebook every-so-often says ‘Instead of leaving a better planet for our Children, let’s leave better Children for our planet’. 

We are a small family, but hey, we got to start somewhere right? Though I must admit there are times I see some kids and I think its almost a hopeless cause, but I got to remind myself that they are only a very small handful of the world’s population and that miracles can happen. 

Everyday, I’m watching to see what else Gideon is getting from his Daddy and myself, and I just hope and pray that he turns out better then I ever was when I was younger. 

What had got me thinking about all of this in the first place was the song by Rodney Atkins, Watching you. When we went to the park earlier this evening it was playing on the radio and I never really understood it totally until now. 

 

“Watching You”

“Driving through town just my boy and me
With a happy meal in his booster seat
Knowing that he couldn’t have the toy
Till his nuggets were gone
A green traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath
His fries went a flying and his orange drink covered his lap
Well then my four year old said a four letter word
That started with “s” and I was concerned
So I said son now now where did you learn to talk like that

[Chorus one]

He said I’ve been watching you dad, ain’t that cool
I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah we’re just alike, hey ain’t we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I’ve been watching you

We got back home and I went to the barn
I bowed my head and I prayed real hard
Said Lord please help me help my stupid self
Then this side of bedtime later that night
Turning on my son’s Scooby Doo nightlight
He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees
He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
And spoke to God like he was talking to a friend
And I said son now where’d you learn to pray like that

[Chorus two]

He said I’ve been watching you dad, ain’t that cool
I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
We like fixing things and holding mama’s hand
Yeah we’re just alike, hey ain’t we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I’ve been watching you

[Bridge]

With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug
Said my little bear is growing up
He said but when I’m big I’ll still know what to do

[Chorus three]

Cause I’ve been watching you dad, ain’t that cool
I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you
And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
By then I’ll be as strong as superman
We’ll be just alike, hey won’t we dad
When I can do everything you do
Cause I’ve been watching you”