It's all in the Genes

Oh sure, she may look like me.

LOOK! TWINS!

But... BUT... this girl has inherited many of her Daddy's genes.

Let's take this as example. This is her Daddy's toothbrush.


Now this my friends, is Alyssa's toothbrush.


I told you, it's all in the DNA. Somewhere floating around their bodies is this genetic instruction to press so hard when they brush that it mangles, separates, and spreads those perfectly innocent nylon fibers. It's like Moses himself has parted their toothbrush bristles.



I wonder if Alyssa will inherit a strand of my jiggly belly chromosome? Gosh, I hope not.

Not even Moses could help make this stomach flat again.

Three

My Lissy Mo's has turned three today. That means three years have passed since she exited the birth canal. That is hard to believe.

I wasn't so sure of her when we first brought her home. She had this really bad poltergeist throw up problem. It was so bad that one night while she was in the room with us in her bassinet, we heard her choking on her own vomit and it scared her Daddy so bad that he literally moved her to her crib and placed a kitchen chair in front of it and stared at her all night long. Whew, those were some tough times. I'm glad I wrote that down because now I can come back and read this when my ovaries start to tingle for another baby.

When I start to think about all the things I love about her and how special our relationship is I get a little teary because I think it is such a blessing to have a little girl. Don't get me wrong, it is an equal blessing to have a little boy, but the lovely, wonderful, "girly" things that come with having, well, a girl is so very sweet.

She's the only one in the house that tells me she likes my shirts, or notices when I have my toes polished. She goes where I go. If I walk to the kitchen, she's walking right behind me. If I go to the store, she's going with me. That makes me smile, because I always went where my grandmother went to. If it was a Saturday and she was in the car, you better believe I was in there with her.

I love to smell her long and full head of adult hair. I love when I wake her in the morning and she puts her hands around my neck. I love how she tells me it's just "us girls" when we ride to daycare in the morning. I love how she points out every letter "A" she sees and she tells me it's her name.

I love watching her with her Daddy. Her Daddy is her big strong protector (as he is mine) and I'm happy she has a Daddy that will always be a part of her life when there are so many of us who grow up without Dad's in our life.

Happy Birthday my sweet baby girl! I wish you could stay little forever, but I look forward to our days together and I anticipate watching you grow up to be the wonderfully sweet, smart, and considerate person that I already see today!

Questions for God

I have a lot of similar questions myself...

Matthew Paul Turner-On Questions from Cross Point Church on Vimeo.

Leaves

One of the nicest beds I know

isn't a bed of soft white snow,



isn't a bed of cool green grass

after the noisy mowers pass,



isn't a bed of yellow hay

making me itch for half a day





but autumn leaves in a pile that high,

deep, and smelling like fall, and dry.





That's the bed where I like to lie

and watch the flutters go by.

Halloween

Here is a recap of our halloween weekend....

The end.