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Tara the Bloodhound

Tara the Bloodhound

“OH, I LOVE HER! SHE’S SO SQUISHY!” I squealed at 2 o’clock in the morning when my husband finally arrived home with my new puppy. She had wrinkles all over her face, long ears she tripped on and paws as big as my fist. My […]

Standing by Bristol

Standing by Bristol

“I know this will come as a huge disappointment” is a sentence no mother should ever have to say when announcing her pregnancy. There are things we all do that we’re not proud of but becoming a mother shouldn’t be one. Today Bristol Palin announced […]

Is There Ice Cream In Heaven? Raising My Child With Religion

Is There Ice Cream In Heaven? Raising My Child With Religion

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Every Sunday, I’d reluctantly get up. I’d put on some obnoxious dress and be drug to a church I didn’t want to be at where I’d sit in a Sunday school class I didn’t enjoy. I’d suffer through it only because we’d all get to go to the buffet after church if we were well behaved. And what kid doesn’t love a never ending dessert selection?

It wasn’t until I was in high school and attending Youth Group, did I finally enjoy hearing the gospel preached. It’s not that I wasn’t a fan of God, it was that I was being forced to sit still and absolutely bored. My youth pastor would take the time to answer our questions. He made us excited about the Bible.

When we had our daughter, we already knew we’d be raising her with religion. She attended mass every Sunday with us and usually slept through it. We baptized her at 3 months. Now she’s just over 2 and knows what we expect of her. I have gone out of my way to show her that, while there is a structure to the mass, it can be enjoyable.
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You can’t expect a child to sit still when they’re bored. I have her sing along with us. She “reads” the hymnal. Offers her goldfish crackers to the parishners around her. Stands on the kneeling pad and folds her hands to pray. Walks up to our Priest and receives a blessing. The kid has got it down.

And I know a few years down the road she’ll begin to question things. As she should. I feel that kids should question the bible to better understand it. My parents were always willing to help me find the answers.

She will ask me if there’s ice cream in heaven. Will she see her dog up there? How do I know she’s not going to Hell? What’s Heaven look like? And I’m sure I’ll even get asked about the periodic table and it’s relationship to religion.

In the mean time, we’ll continue to raise her to love others and their differences. Show respect and understanding. To be a good girl and know the love of her Lord.

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Take Your Toddler To Target in 50 Steps

Take Your Toddler To Target in 50 Steps

“Target” just the name can send chills of excitement down a stay-at-home mother’s spine. It can also make your husband’s stomach churn. Somehow, we can all manage to walk in planning to spend a certain amount that ends up being multiplied by 5 when we […]

Pimp My Ride, Momzibit

Pimp My Ride, Momzibit

Remember MTV? Yea, me either. But for a while there was this show called “Pimp My Ride” where they took death traps and made them look like the “private” room of a sleezy strip club. I have seen them add tvs, speakers and even fish […]

And I’m The Bigot?

And I’m The Bigot?

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I don’t think most people on the internet know the definition of bigot. It means to be intolerant of those holding a different opinion. Well, wouldn’t that make most of the world bigots? Not everyone agrees with what you say, do or think. Plenty are willing to comment on it. Yet those who cast the first stone will hide in terror if you should say something about their behavior.

I continue to see memes about being too anti-gay, anti-gun or homophobic. When you share these, you’re being a bigot. You are throwing stones at a person because of their beliefs. I will stand behind what I believe even if that means I am to be persecuted by ignorant people who refuse to find out why I feel this way.

You say that we should be free to live our lives how we so choose but say I’m wrong when it’s not how you think I should live. Am I wrong because I choose to follow what my God has set as the laws of the land? Am I wrong because I believe in gun safety? Am I wrong because I believe in controlled hunting and preservation? Am I wrong because I parent different than you?

They will call me a bigot but I have not once said, “You don’t think like me, so you’re wrong!” While I may not agree with your lifestyle, you have the right to live it how you choose. All I can do is pray you stay safe from harm and live a happy and fulfilling life.

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This Is Trending?

This Is Trending?

The other day, I decided to finally cave and buy my first pair of TOMS. They’re gorgeous by the way. Yea yea, I’m a little late to jump on the trend. But for a while, I just couldn’t bring myself to buy them, mostly because […]

DIY Garden Bed Retaining Wall

DIY Garden Bed Retaining Wall

Spring has sprung. Birds are chirping, sun is shining and flowers are blooming. I have been wanting to have flowers in our yard since we got the house. Took me 8 years but it’s happening. In between our house and our neighbor’s was this HIDEOUS bush […]

Happy Birthday to Pappy Bloodhound

Happy Birthday to Pappy Bloodhound

47 years ago today, a (big) 10 pound baby was born. He had some rolls and big cheeks. Some years (19) went by and he was a rambunctious child. Acted like a fool, broke some bones, and flipped some burgers. Then on a beautiful night at the county fair, he met a young lady and decided to stalk her around the fair. Didn’t take long before she fell for that baby face and they were married. Then that baby faced man, had me and it changed his life. He never knew how DOOMED he was.

My dad has been my biggest supporter and my worst enemy. We’re identical in personality and we have short fuses. But I have the best memories with him. He taught me how to shoot a gun, drove 90 mph down the high way screaming at a cop that I needed to go to the ER and gave me my first sip of beer. Plenty of mornings, he took me to get a doughnut before school.

When I met Jake, I think he fell in love with him even more than I did. They became friends right away. I think they talk more than Jake and I do and we live together. He was the one who wanted to bring him on vacations with us. When we got our bloodhound, Tara, he was ecstatic. He was so happy to have that slobbering puppy crawl all over him. The man was so ready to be a Pappy. He gets down and still wrestles her even after she hit the 100 pound mark and leaves spit trails.

That’s a happy Pappy with his 2 hour old granddaughter.

His life got even better when I gave him, Audrey. He’s even made up a song that they sing together. She gets so excited to see him and likewise. They video call each other. It is pretty amazing to see how he is with her. The man just loves being a grandpa. Kids think he’s the greatest (because he’s a giant kid).

I can’t believe I’m saying this, his head is going to get even bigger, but I wouldn’t be the woman or mom I am without him to guide me.

Happy Birthday, Jerbew. The Kid loves you.

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Thank a Mother

Thank a Mother

I pray for the women who raised us. I pray for their happiness. I pray for their health. I pray for their well being. I pray for their sanity. It takes an immense amount of strength to let go of your life for another’s. I […]


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