DNA

Have I ever mentioned that I love Cross Point? Well, just in case you missed it, here is the promo for the next series. This is just a small glimpse at the church and all of it's the amazing people. I am so excited to break down the DNA in this series!

DNA Series Promo from Cross Point Church on Vimeo.

Deere Dad

These pictures could be any given afternoon at our house. EC loves to ride the lawn mower with Daddy!

Window Gazing

EC loves to watch the cars go by at Grammy and Granddaddy's house. Their bay window is just the right height to get a good view!

Inked

I am blessed to have a great babysitter for EC. I have a couple of family members for backups, so I am usually covered pretty well if she needs a day off. Last Wednesday was one of those days…….and all of my backups were busy too. Mommy panic set in. Who else do you call? Who do you trust? Who will EC like?

When I mentioned this at my Tuesday night Bible study, my friend Sherry Bowman jumped at the chance to keep EC. I was relieved. Sherry is AWESOME. She helps oversee KidzWorld at church, stays at home with her two incredibly adorable sons during the week and is just an over-all super mom. I think that it is hilarious when her youngest child, at the age of three, shows up at church with a Mohawk and fake tattoos.

So, I dropped EC off at her house on Wednesday morning and there were no tears whatsoever. It probably helped that she had her Yo! Gabba Gabba toy mat out to play with. By the time that I got to work, I had already received a text message on my cell phone that said, “EC likes his pancakes with cinnamon and sugar.” I knew that everything was going to be okay.

At lunch I sent her a text asking if she was surviving and her response was, “Are you kidding? You are so lucky. EC is such a good boy. Well, he did yell at me when I tried to take his corn-on-the-cob away.” They had been to lunch at her grandmother’s house with about twenty of her family members and he was passed around like a hot-potato and took it like a pro.

Everything was going so smooth……until I went to pick him up. That is when I saw the transformation. My kid had been Bowmanized. He was wearing a “wife-beater” undershirt and had a tattoo on his arm. She was going to do a Mohawk, but ran short on time. I think that I actually snorted because I was laughing so hard. He was so cute.

Thank you, Sherry, for taking such great care of my kiddo. You are a blessing and I value our friendship more than you will ever know!

EC vs. Corn-On-The-Cob

EC wanted to help Granddaddy while he was shucking corn...

EC vs. Corn-On-The-Cob Part 2

Silent Link

I used to be a blogger. Did you know that?

I used to write interesting stories about the happenings in my life. I sometimes even wrote about the uninteresting things. Somewhere along the way, I stopped. This blog became a picture blog. A new little life filled my days to the point that I don’t want to sit in front of a computer at home. Not that it is a bad thing, but I do miss writing sometimes.

I was prodded by a friend to start blogging. I started on my MySpace page first. That way, I could limit the people who actually had access to my writings. Not that I cared who read it, but I was just unsure about putting too much information on the internet. I needed to find my footing.

Then another friend, my boss actually, pushed me to go “public” with my writings. To push the envelope, jump over the edge.

I jumped. I am glad that I did. I have met so many interesting people, made new friends and have kept in touch with friends from long ago. Plus, it is so nice that my family can see EC grow and not feel so distant.

I am glad that I blog.

My boss, my friend, that prodded me off the edge into the blogosphere, he passed away several months ago. His wife said it most gracefully by writing that “There was no illness or accident, just a choice he made for himself.”

I think about him every time that I look at my blog. The link to his blog sits silently still on the sidebar. It breaks my heart.

Thank you, Todd, for pushing me off my ledge.
You are sorely missed.