Father's Day...and colic?!

So Baby took Hubby/Daddy to Medieval Times for Father's Day. It looks like they both had a great time! I'm so thankful for the father of my children! And for my own father too, of course.

On another not so fun note...I'm about to admit that the newest addition to the family is not perfect, after all. Still very cute and adorable, but not perfect. I *think* he might have colic. It pains me to even type that!!! I so badly do NOT want to admit that we all could be suffering from it. But he's sorta fitting the profile. Inconsolable crying, several hours at a time, at the same time of day, which happens to be from about 8 PM to 10 PM, give or take a an hour either way. It's pretty much awful. If there are any extra arms out there that would like to come give hubby and I some relief some evening, now's the time to volunteer!!! Ah, but I'm such the eternal optimist. I keep hoping/praying every night that it will be different. And one night it will be! It just hasn't been for the past 8. And they say colic usually passes by 3 months. 3 months, people! And I'm going outta my mind at 8 days. Whoa, watch out for me, I'm afraid I might not be in a very good mood! But I am thankful that the rest of the time isn't so bad. He has his normal fussy times like any baby, but not screaming. Screaming is only at night. But maybe tonight will be different....

Time flies

So, the pic of me isn't the greatest, but that's what you get when a 3 year old takes your picture! I've been thinking that I don't have many photos of me and Joe. Mostly because I don't ever have my self together enough to be photographed. But I looked half way decent yesterday and I wanted a photo of us. And Baby was the only one around who could take it!

Any way. As I titled this post, time flies. Little Baby is already 1 month old! Folks say to cherish this time. I say, let the time fly, baby, fly! Newborns are HARD! It took him a month to work into it, but he's pretty good at crying. A lot. For no reason (that we can figure). Ah, but at least I know it won't last forever, and it will be more fun soon!

PS: I've been working on this post for 3 days...

Is this heaven?

Oh, Baby, not even close. I've had some good times here on Earth, but Heaven, it is not! To give a little background...

My grandmother passed away over the weekend. My dear, wonderful, sweet grandmother. I won't try to give all the details of her life, but at her service so many people mentioned how much she loved Jesus. And how she served others. And how she never complained, though she had much to complain about. And I got to thinking...would anyone say that I love Jesus? In what ways do I demonstrate that? I'm hard pressed to identify anything tangible. And I've got very little to complain about, however I find myself doing just that far too often. To live as my grandmother is something to strive for. I wonder what I could do differently so that I might be remembered as she is?

On to something a little less heavy. We tried to tell Baby about GG (Baby's name for my grandmother), and we said we were going to tell GG good bye because she lives in Heaven with Jesus now. So, shortly after the family filed into the church Baby looks at my mom and loudly asks, "Is this Heaven?" Ha ha! At least that got a smile from those who heard. And the little toot toot Baby let out at a very quiet moment even garnered some chuckles. I think the pastor was a little confused at why the first two rows were laughing during his remarks...oops!

I wonder if I should write about what it's like to travel 5 plus hours with a 2 week old and and 3 year old. No. I'll just leave that up to your own imagination and it's just as miserable as you think. We did manage to make it in time for the service, not that any of us were in any sort of condition to function properly, but we were there!

Back to a few more serious remarks. My heart is really sad that GG didn't meet Little Baby. Little Baby is named after my grandfather. And I know that was special to my grandmother (he passed a few years ago...when Baby was only 5 weeks old, so we've done this before). Just 12 more hours. That's all I needed. 12 more hours and they coulda met. But I guess that's just selfish on my part. She's much happier now, I know. Not that she was miserable here, but there seems to come a point when folks would rather not be a part of this world any longer. And who could blame them when we know what's in store for us? Is this Heaven? No, Baby, we are not in Heaven. But we will be one sweet day. When our purpose here on Earth is fulfilled, Heaven is waiting for us.