I’m sure glad I’m not an easily embarrassed sort of girl. If I was I would have died when Emily stuck her finger up her nose and pulled out a big booger at the dinner table while loads of my friends watched. I guess its really helpful that she’s so stinkin cute. For the next little while we are working on getting rid of her crutches. Starting with her gro-bag (baby sleeping bag). Its going to be to hot in the summer so I want her to be used to sleeping with out it. It used to make it so she couldn’t stand up, but now nothing stops her from that. Tonight I put her to bed with out it. We had some tears, but I think it only took a little bit to get her to sleep. Next we are working on her suckey. She doesn’t wear it during the day and soon we will try to get her to nap without it. I don’t want her to be a toddler with a soother. I think it looks silly for older kids to have them. I figure the sooner we can get rid of it the easier it will be for Emily to change.
Im running into this balancing act problem. Tight rope walker I ain’t. I’ve discovered that its next to impossible to balance all three of my goals and life at the same time. It seems I’m great at one goal at a time. When I’m getting healthy I’m the healthy Nazi and when I’m organizing I’m the organizing Nazi and when I’m growing with Jesus I’m the God Time Nazi(if you can even say that). I haven’t discovered how to make my goals balance. I was talking to Morgan about this last night while I was oh-so-frustrated with myself. He figures there has to be a balance too. You cant have a thriving youth ministry, but die ten years before you are supposed to because you don’t take care of yourself. Well you shouldn’t anyways. It doesn’t make sense to do that. I’m not sure how to find balance, but I intend to. Looks like I’m in for some good old internet research.
