7 Months Already!

My boy is already 7 months old! I thought I'd write all about him at 7 months in this post.

Weight: 17.3 Lbs

Eyes: Still blue like mine

Hair: Shaggy brown, I've already trimmed it once.

Sleep: About 10 hours a night

Favorite food: bottle or sweet potatos

Least favorite foods: beans or peas

Words: Mama and Dada

Teeth: two on bottom

Favorite people: He loves everyone!

Moving around: crawling, rolling, scooting

Favorite activities: getting into stuff, watching tv-already, putting stuff into mouth, going for walks in the stroller, baths, playing with my cell phone

Silly traits: giggles when you zip up his pj's- he just likes the sound, head butting and biting, scratching stuff to listen to the sound it makes

Dislikes: Being put in the car seat, having his nose wiped

Cake and Bad Eggs

I heard an amazing sermon this weekend while Jeremy and I were visiting a new church. The pastor told a humorous story that I would like to share.

It goes back to the days he began dating his wife. He was having her over for dinner, a dinner he was preparing by himself. He began to shuffle through the cabinets to find something to "throw together," when he came across a box of cake mix. "Where did that come from?," he wondered, since he rarely cooks and lives primarily off of ramen noodles. "Alright, I'll bake a cake," he thought. Reading the recipe on the back of the box, he began gathering ingredients-vegetable oil, water, and eggs. Eggs? Where did those come from? Oh well he thought as he pulled the carton out of the fridge. He put the cake mix, vegetable oil and water in a bowl. "Crack." He added the first egg. "Crack." He added the second egg. Wait! Nothing came out. Opps! "There it is," as something not so pleasant looking or smelling dripped into the bowl. Oh no. That's not good. So what do you do to fix this? How do you fix a cake mix with a bad egg? You just add more water, sugar, flour and vegetable oil!

Now obviously that isn't how things work. The cake batter is ruined. It needs to be thrown out. But that is exactly how some of us act in our own lives. Everyone has sinned. So how do we fix our sins? We try to do good things. Some people will donate to a good cause, volunteer in an organization, or hold he door open for the elderly. Others think that by attending church that they are out weighing their bad sin. That's not how it works though. No amount of good will out weigh our sins. "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" Romans 3:23

Christ, the son of God, gave his life for our sins. He took the punishment that wasn't His. He is the only way our sins can be removed.  "Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."  John 14:6

Without Jesus, we are ruined cake batter.

"If you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved."  Romans 10: 9-10

Mommy Confessions

I was watching Oprah today (very unusual-I hardly ever watch Oprah.) There was a segment about confessions of a mom. It was hilarious. The things that these moms were saying were crazy. One mom admitted to peeing into a diaper while in the car so she didn't wake her kids up during a road trip. Another mom admitted that she hadn't given her kids a bath in three weeks! So it got me thinking... I am gonna write my own "mommy confession".

I had to take Noah to the hospital to have some blood drawn. He was just over a week old. Everything seemed so crazy that day. I felt so out of control. I could barely drag him in his carrier into the hospital. I was dropping stuff left and right. And finally, I had to change Noah's diaper. I took him into the ladies room and into the changing station. Everything went fine- at least I thought so at this point. As I was washing my hands I noticed I had something all over the front of my shirt. It was poop! I did my best to wipe it off but of course it was still noticeable. Before I got out of the doctor's office three people had asked me what was on my shirt. So thinking quickly I told them it was mustard! (Which it did kinda look like.) Next I stopped by Jeremy's work. Same thing. I said it was mustard from a burger. After that incident I decided to not only pack extra clothes for Noah but for myself as well!