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Never what you think...

I have always been a disciplined person (not that I'm bragging or anything) and try to deny myself of things I want regularly hoping that I will only be dependent on God.  But I never realized how much I depend on my organized routine. I have not wanted to deny myself of my plans, so God is having to break me of that (so much for bragging huh?) with Silas. Every child breaks your routine of course,  but I somehow came to believe that I could get him on my schedule by doing different things I was told or read about, but as always, God had other plans.

I am happy that God doesn't leave me in my comfort. Rather, He loves me enough to keep growing and molding me. It's never easy, but it's certainly where I always want to be. Thus, the second I think we have a great routine, Silas will just have an "off" day (don't we all?) that screws up all my plans. And the days where he's extra tired and naps forever I think, 'wow I should have planned to conquer the world today'. But that would completely negate the idea of surrendering my plans. :) I can't help but see the Lord smiling down at me saying, 'Katie, just enjoy every crazy moment because it won't last long. My plans are ALWAYS the best for your.'  Can I get an "Amen!?"



Little teether is learning to hold his own now, and I think he's about grown out of the infant cushioning!
Date nights are crucial after you have a baby. We are so thankful for our church, not only for introducing us to the Lyons, but for coordinating fun date nights like Improv comedy with free child-care! Thanks JFBC
Recently a baby company (who shall remain nameless until a further publishing date) needed an instructional video baby stand-in at the last minute, and Silas got the call!
What a ham. He did awesome!
I think he like his "model mommy" a little too much. ;)
I was beaming with pride....Hollywood, he is available whenever you'd like. Just be sure he has a warm dressing room with lots of warm milk and cookies ready.
With that smile, who wouldn't get a call-back?
 ~Mommy Buster

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