Time is another word for choice. I see this precious commodity that we all are given in equal amounts as a difficult balancing act. We all must face this choice every day: How will I spend my minutes?

The sermon today was about looking back at our day and seeing how we spent just one of the hours this morning. Was it fruitful? Did it add to your life or detract?

Time. There are multiple cliches for this word, but the best is from Ecclesiastes 3 1-8:

A Time for Everything

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

For me, this time is a time to embrace, keep, love, and build up. No matter what, time is to be savored whether blessed or not. It is so easy to wish the time away, and sometimes I find myself doing so; “I can’t wait until Tatum…. _______ or I can’t wait until XYZ happens.” What about today? What about now? This is my biggest challenge in life; constantly planning ahead and thinking about tomorrow. I’m too much of a futurist.

So, that leads me to HOW did I spend my weekend? Saturday was Tatum’s 15 month birthday, and the TIME was savored. Friday, I picked her up and whisked her over to Melissa’s house for bonding time with her girls (and for me 🙂 Tatum plays very well with others and for that I have to thank Temple Chai and her little class. She is very kind 🙂 Of course, she still DEMANDS her baba. IMG_4312

and she spills things on purpose! ( 🙂

But that is part of spending time with her; the good, bad, and messy!

Then, Saturday, we played in the kitchen with Coti. They are hilarious together as they “monkey” around! Tatum gently gives him his monkey, but usually she whips it at him. Coti does not realize his strength and can pummel her, but she seems to be a trooper about it. They chase each other around the island..around and around..and around.

We then headed to swim class, and apparently, she will graduate to Little Snapper 2 next month! She is ready, for she is almost diving! Swimming to the side almost on her own now, she easily gets out of the pool elbow elbow tummy knee knee. At the end, she dramatically jumps into my arms, laughing hysterically as she bobs up and down from the sharky raft.

Later that day, it was time to head to the park. When it is almost 80 degrees in February, you have to go to the park! The infant swings were a NO GO for T. She HATED it feeling like she was going to topple out. So, we headed for the carousel to have a looksie. She just watched it go around and around…and around, but we figured we would just do the train. IMG_4327She decided to steal my phone for a selfie. Darn kid….loves the iPhone. (well, I think she loves that I love it). Part of the ride entails this dark tunnel, and she loves to hear all the screaming (I think?) At least it’s not her. We four wheeled it home in her stroller and headed for TJ’s as usual to get dinner.

Sunday? It’s still happening, but suffice it to say, she is enjoying our TIME together. Now, if I could just get her to enjoy her crayons for longer than 10 seconds.


Taking In Most Everything!

Losing your fun

Have you? What does it mean to have “fun”? When you are a kid, every question revolves around being able to answer this question: “Did you have F..U..N?” What age does that question become irrelevant? I have been schooled, and rightfully so, that having fun is a long term fallacy and that to have “fun” is a futile desire. It fades pretty quickly after the event, so instead, strive for more noble activities like reading or something enriching like that. Great point, but darn it, the fun factor has been erased from my vocabulary somehow.

Enter Tatum. Activities like placing mini pots and pans carefully on the floor and then arranging them, only to bang them later…like shaking your head, laughing and making faces…like standing on your head in a V position, like nesting cups and trying to make them fit in a new way, like pulling an obsolete dial phone and holding the receiver saying, “heeeh ro”…silly silly silly, but you’re having a BLAST! IMG_4269 IMG_4270Tatum has shown me that the smallest moments in life should be savored and enjoyed. Life gets so busy and sucks the passion out of minor events like taking an extra second and to give an eskimo kiss and laughing hysterically. It has been proven that laughing is like taking a daily vitamin; it’s healthy and good for you! Plus, “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” (Prov 17:22) God knows what he is talking about.

Kid or no kid, life is to be savored, soaked up and absorbed. Without making the most out of each moment and having some good ol’ fashion fun, then one is just going through the motions to make the time go by faster to get to the next “thing” which is fleeting fleeting fleeting.

I love you Tater Tot. Thank you for helping me find a laugh in so many rediscovered joys (as I stand on my head!) 🙂


Feet are made for walkin!

Tater is movin and groooooovin. She’s discovered her feet were made for walking!

IMG_4217As she glides clumsily across the floor, Coti thinks she is ready to play MONKEY.  IMG_4235 Unfortunately for him, Tatum is more interested in looking in the mirror and holding the comb. Maybe she’ll comb Coti! IMG_4226Nope…. I think she’ll just try to smooth her own lovely locks.

The heel is healing but not fast enough

It was February 5th, 2013 and only took one misstep that would change my life. Luckily, as I look back, it was when Tatum was only a baby so I did not miss out on so much of her activity. But more importantly, the massiveness of this calamity was a small window as I reflect one year later. It is amazing how the moment of an occurrence or the bit of time this occurrence effects is larger than life and at that moment we think that event will last forever. And it does….in our minds.

As I laid on the doctor’s table and he diagnosed me with a full tear with the foreboding surgery to be had, all I could think about was all I would miss with Tatum, how would I ever walk, all the people I would inconvenience…how my body would be messed up from not working out and the missed school….etc. It was all daunting. Isn’t that just like us? To think that in a lifetime this small window of time is continuous. However, it does change our lives for the better. The better in that the bitter makes us better.

I do not want anything like that to happen again, however, I do not regret the time. One year later, I see that I have learned to relish the small things and appreciate all of my blessings. No longer do I stress about something I cannot control because you never know when you can lose it (i.e. my mobility!)

Still I have less mobility in my left leg and the atrophy is still a bit embarassing. My left calf is almost half the size of my right, but it gets stronger every day. The therabands NEED to be used daily on BOTH legs. This way the OTHER leg will stay strong.

Strength…Found in pain, perseverance and patience.