Saturday, February 27, 2010

Five to Five Thousand

After reading the book A Million Miles In A Thousand Years by Donald Miller, our minister has been talking about the story we write with our lives. Travis and I both happen to have read this book at the beginning of this year, and so it has spurred some conversation in our home about what kind of story we want to tell in the things we choose to DO in our lives. It's caused us to reflect on the sort of boring story we live through every day. Not to say that our life together does not have any meaning or purpose, but many days, we are going from alarm clock (or Paxon waking us up) to bedtime with the purpose of getting our work done, our house clean, our bills paid, our meals made, the laundry folded, some errands run, some TV watched, and on and on...We are existing within the confines of our daily responsibilities and habits. We've been discussing ways that we can write a better story for ourselves and for our family. What do we want Pax to see us doing? Are we really living intentionally?

Not to say that we don't find a lot of ways to love each other, laugh together, and do good things together, but if I'm honest, I see some room to make a much more interesting and meaningful story with my life and our life as a family. So Travis and I have been discussing this lately. Enter the Holy Spirit.

Last Sunday, our church gave out $25,000 in increments of $5, $10, and $20 and challenged us to think of ways we can use whatever we were given to write a better story for our lives. The only catch is that we couldn't give it back to our church in any way. We had 3 days to think/pray about it and then 2 weeks to do something with it.

We had some great ideas immediately, but decided to follow what was asked and think/pray for 3 days. Glad we did. We decided we wanted to build a well in Africa with an organization called Just Hope International-- this was not my original idea of what to do with it, but quickly became apparent that it was what we were supposed to try. It's well known that most diseases in the world come from a lack of access to clean drinking water, an issue that could easily be solved, and is being solved by different organizations who dig wells in third world countries. Typically, the cost of digging one of these wells is around $5,000.
The problem is that Travis and I got $5 in our envelope. In order to build a well, we'd need to grow that money x1000. And I HATE asking for money... for any reason...My detailed oriented mind is telling me this is crazy... $5 to $5000 in two weeks... how is this going to happen? Still, the message was clear. BUILD A WELL. So, we are trying something crazy.

Within a few hours, we had put together a facebook group and a blog. We had an email address and people are JOINING US in this story. It's crazy and exciting. I am not sure what will come of this, maybe we'll just get a couple of hundred dollars, maybe we will build a well in 2 weeks, but even thinking about this sure beats folding laundry while catching up on the DVR.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

And give you... doughnuts!

We visited Krispy Kreme for the first time with Paxon recently, and thus, the doughnut has made it's grand debut in our family life. Mmmmm. Now, I prefer more doughy, bready style doughnuts, but Krispy Kreme has a great thing going, plus you can watch as the doughnuts are made in mass. It's an interesting process and the sweet goodness of the end result was not wasted on Paxon.

We end our night time routine with bedtime prayers and a blessing over Pax. As we prayed with him a few nights ago, we paused as we normally do at the end of our prayer to let him fill in the last word...

May the Lord bless you and keep you.
May the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you.
May the Lord
lift up his countenance upon you and give you...

Pax: (normally filling in "peace" here, instead enthusiastically shouted) DOUGHNUTS!

A few days later, this trend was still going on.
We decided to continue on with the prayer without pause to the word "peace" and eliminate the opportunity for "doughnuts" to enter our nightly conversations with God. Pax's reaction?

Pax: I no yike (like) peace. I yike DOUGHNUTS!

Monday, February 1, 2010

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it SNOW!

We enjoyed a rare real snow of 4 to 6 inches here. Because snow here is so rare, it almost complete stops the hustle and bustle of daily life. We've loved being snowed in at home and relaxing the last few days. Pax wasn't crazy about walking in the snow, but he did really like our snowman.






Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Darndest Things

A few Pax tidbits from the last couple of weeks...

Tissues Not Needed
Pax entered the room picking his nose.
Me: Pax, do you need a tissue for your boogers?

Pax: No, I just getting them out.

Me: I know, buddy, but let's get you a tissue to put them on.

Pax: No, I'm fine. Flicking whatever he got onto the floor.

YouTube
Pax loves the movie and characters from Disney's Cars. We were watching the accompanying Pixar short films featuring Tow Mater on Youtube.com. We'd watched a few 3 minute videos and I closed the window on the computer.

Pax: No, Mommy, don't turn it off.

Me: Pax, we've watched like 52 videos. Let's go play in the other room.

Pax: I need watch just one more. Said in a sing-song voice.

Me: Why, so you can watch like 53 videos?

Pax: Oh, yeah! Ok!

Pretty Awesome
Pax got a new room from Santa. He's been sleeping in it for nearly a month now, but still it's quite a novelty in our lives. Another post sometime to feature the new room, but this for today.

Pax: Let me show you my room, Mommy. You like my new room?

Me: Yeah, I do!

Pax: Shrugs. Yeah, it's pretty awesome.

Pax Dawg
Eating a local restaurant, I returned from the salsa bar to hear this.

Pax: Acting silly says some unintelligible gibberish

Travis: For real, dawg?

Pax: For shizzle, my dizzle.

Caught off guard, we laughed. Then he proceeded to say it to many other restaurant patrons. We may be eating at home for awhile.


Mr. Table
Putting Pax down for a nap, he asked about a little table that used to sit in the kitchen. He used the table for playdough and drawing, but we'd moved it out of that room when we had our Christmas tree in there. Even with the decorations put away, the table has yet to move back in.

Pax: Mommy, move that playdough thing back in.

Me: Are you talking about your little table that you use for playdough?

Pax: Yeah.

Me: Have you missed your table?

Pax: Who's Mr. Table?

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Lifestyles of the rich and famous

There are subtleties that differentiate us from other families in our community...today as we were leaving a grocery store, Paxon tactfully acknowledged this one for us.

Pax: That not our car... Pointing to a new-ish Mercedes SUV
We continued to walk to our car...

Pax: That not our car... Pointing to a shiny Lexus SUV
We continued toward our car...

Pax: That not our car... Pointing to beautiful BMW SUV
Now arriving at our vehicle

Pax: THIS IS OUR CAR! Beaming at our 2002 Hyundai Santa Fe with 140K+ miles and still dusty from our holiday travels.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Turn About is Fair Play

We are staying at a camp lodge this week with Travis as he helps put on a retreat for youth from all over the south east. It's nice to get away from the hectic holiday scurrying and take a few days in rural Alabama where there is no TV, no errands, and no real schedule for me and Pax (sorry, Travis). We came two years ago when Paxon was a 3 month old. I carried him around in the Bjorn the whole time and he slept on me most of the week. This trip has been a bit different. Paxon has had a lot to say about, well, everything- the fact that you can't see the lake behind the lodge when it's dark outside to the fact that our "hotel" is lacking a pool and TV like other hotels he's stayed in. Not complaints, just observations. Funny the things 2-year-olds notice.

Today as we were leaving our room and heading to the dining hall for lunch, I could not find the room key. I just knew I'd put it on the dresser, but I couldn't find it. Thinking I was suffering from "pregnancy brain," I looked all over the room. I still couldn't find the key. There were a few places I knew it wasn't, like my purse in the corner which I hadn't touched or needed since we'd arrived at camp. Finally, in desperation, I asked Pax if he'd seen my key. He smiled proudly and said, "Yeah! I put it in your purse, Mommy." This is the logical place to put a loose key, of course. Now I know how Travis feels when I move his stuff to its "rightful spot" in our home without him knowing I've done it. I have to admit... a bit unsettling.