tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497469176461100952024-02-21T09:15:38.010-05:00Not So Super, Super Mommynotsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-71108215940461190582012-01-05T15:06:00.000-05:002012-01-05T15:06:45.202-05:00Praise the Lord, it's Yeast.So I decided to go ahead and take Sophie to see the doctor today because, lets face it, a mommy is her own worst enemy. I kept going over and over in my head about the outcomes if it was an allergic reaction to something and I figured it was better to go ahead and set my mind at ease as much as possible and take her to the doc - better safe than sorry you know?<br />
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So to the doctor we went, and come to find out, it's a simple yeast infection. miserable, but better than MRSA by far. She'd originally said MRSA because the spot on her leg was raised and looked as though it was starting to form a bump (like MRSA) so she treated it as such, but now that she's seen it calmed down, she assured us that it is definitely not MRSA. and she assured me that the redness in her diaper area was common with the medicine she is taking and that its definitely not an allergic reaction. Also since my little angel isnt so little, its common for babies of her size to sweat alot causing the redness that she's currently experiencing. she assured me that i'm doing everything right and to continue doing what I'm doing, which felt really good to hear.<br />
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She also took the time to sit down with me and answer some of my questions about nap time crying and how long I should let her cry before I come to the rescue. Here's what I've learned...<br />
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1 - At nap time, most babies cry and fuss, especially if they are social like my little girl is. I already knew this but i guess i needed to be reminded.<br />
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2 - let the crying continue for 15-20 minutes, if they arent calming down at all and getting even more upset, don't just run in and pick them up. Go in and talk to them and rub their belly/back/head and let them know that mommy hasnt left, its just time to sleep.<br />
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3 - even the best of moms need to hear that they're doing a good job.notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-66186777220607238682012-01-05T11:03:00.000-05:002012-01-05T11:03:39.428-05:00When Babies Cry...Is there anyone on this earth who enjoys listening to a baby cry? I'm not talking about enjoying the feeling of being able to comfort your crying baby or hearing them cry for the first time after you bring them into the world. I'm talking about when you have to put your baby to sleep for a nap or bedtime or even just have to put the baby down for any reason. I know that it has to be done, and that babies have to cry but honestly, it kills me to sit her and listen to my baby cry. I've done all I could to comfort her though. I changed her, fed her, rocked her, even sang to her and read her favorite story. Now its up to her right? Am I a horrible mommy for laying my angel in her crib and letting her calm herself down? I feel terrible considering all that she has on her plate right now, but she's exhausted and you can see in her eyes that she needs a nap?<br />
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I feel like this is a constant battle for me. The doctor has told us that its healthy for her, and that she'll eventually drift off to sleep. but it breaks my heart. the normal routine has been, rock/feed, sing, lay down, cry, sleep 20 min, cry 10, sleep 25, cry 5, sleep 10, cry 5, sleep 45. then what? when she wakes up crying, do i pick her up? do i let her cry for 10 minutes and see if she really is done with her nap?<br />
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All that I know is she sleeps perfectly well at night, and usually falls to sleep in 5-10 minutes or so, but nap times are a different breed altogether.notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-81254600121234443442012-01-04T21:23:00.000-05:002012-01-04T21:23:05.357-05:00I'm going crazy, why don't you come along...As I'm writing this I'm remembering all of the rashes I've had over the years and how painful they were and how I would never wish them on even my biggest foe. But my little angel has one of the WORST diaper rashes that i have ever seen, and it drives me crazy and to tears to think of how much pain she is in. and there is nothing that i can do about it. She is on 2 antibiotics (one for an ear infection and another for a bacterial infection - mrsa - in her diaper area) so she could possibly be the cause of this, but there is also the fact that we've been using cloth diapers and the detergent could be causing it. there's also the possibility that its just a normal part of being a baby. so what do we do?<br />
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the doctor gave us nyastatin for the bacterial infection, but that doesnt seem to be helping. she gets some relief when we give her a bath in the Aveeno Baby bath treatment, but that only lasts until she's dried off. i let her take bare bottom naps today and let her play bare bottom as well... but I don't know what else to do. I'm afraid to call the doctor because i don't want to be one of those worry wart moms, but at the same time I don't want to NOT call the doctor and it be an allergic reaction to one of her antibiotics. I guess my only option is to keep an eye on it, but how do you sit here and watch your precious little angel suffer? it's so disheartening to not be able to help her when she's in pain.notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-8210246147076308022012-01-03T21:58:00.000-05:002012-01-03T21:58:51.450-05:00The Chronicles of Cloth...a few days back, while changing my daughters diaper we noticed a red mark in 3 places in her diaper area so we took her to the doc, and found out that our baby girl has MRSA (look it up). on top of that she has a double ear infection and she's cutting 4 teeth... in short, she is miserable... the infection in her diaper area looks painful enough to make ME cry, i dont want to even think about how much its hurting her...<div><br />
</div><div>but anyway, taking the recommendation of our doctor, we have switched to cloth diapers. and much to my surprise, i LOVE them. they are so much more user friendly than i thought they were. Even the poopy diapers arent that bad, to be honest. but then again, we've only been using them for a day and a half, so we'll see if i actually like them. but for now, here's what i've learned...</div><div><br />
</div><div>1 - they're soft. the prefolded diapers (they sell those at walmart) are soft and actually absorb alot more than i thought they would. </div><div><br />
</div><div>2 - they're so darn cute!! i mean really, my little girl is crawling around on the floor with a dish towl around her bum! (not literally of course)</div><div><br />
</div><div>3 - they're really easy to use. even the prefolds with the pull up style covers are easy. but if you can spare it, buy a GOOD cover. they sell these little vinyl pull over covers at walmart, and they are cheap for a reason. they do the job but they're noisy, ugly, slippery, and they dont hold in as much as say a kushi or a gDiaper. those two brands are relatively inexpensive and work well, and they are much cuter than the vinyl ones. not to mention that the vinyl ones dont seem very sturdy. i feel like with one little poke i could tear a hole in them, where as the others are really thick and will last much longer</div><div><br />
</div><div>4 - there are alot of risks with using disposable diapers that i had never heard before. for instance, a chemical that is used to make them absorb better, when released into the air, has been associated with Asthma. and the clear gel crystals that you feel inside a really wet diaper (and sometimes come out and get all over the baby) are actually quite dangerous as well.</div><div><br />
</div><div>5- they make these AWESOME things called "Snappis" and they are a MUST have for cloth diapering. not really because the pins do just as well and they're now made with plastic caps to keep them from opening and stabbing the baby. but they really are very convenient and nice to have. they make fastening a prefold diaper quick and easy and if you're like me and a little worried about having a sharp needle so close to my baby's tummy, they offer peace of mind. these are a little pricey in my mind (anywhere from 3-5 dollars a piece), but they're worth it. </div><div><br />
</div><div>6 - all in one diapers are great. there's no need to use prefolds or pins or snappis - though you can for added leak protection for bed and nap times - because its all sewn in together. you can also get liners to put in them so there's even more protection. </div><div><br />
</div><div>7 - they make this solution that you put in a ziplock or other bag with wash cloths or cloth wipes and they become reusable baby wipes. the solution is fairly cheap and just think. you wash the wipes when you wash the diapers, and you never again have to buy baby wipes. not only that but you can control the chemicals that you put on your baby's bottom.</div><div><br />
</div><div>8 - if you want to buy the nice covers for cloth diapers, you can call consignment shops in your area, but unless alot of people in your area are on the cloth diaper bandwagon, you're not likely to find them unless you get lucky. considering the cost of the covers, alot of moms opt to save them for future babies or even grandbabies, rather than get back a small percentage of what they paid for them. Chances are, you're going to have to order them online. Target sells them, but only online. and websites like Ebay or Amazon also sell them. (just be careful, i accidentally bid on one from ebay, won, and i have to wait a month to get it because - of all places - its coming from hong kong. worth it? maybe, considering i paid less than 6 bucks on it including shipping, but i'd rather have it now.</div><div><br />
</div><div>9 - most people do NOT use cloth diapers. they see it as an inconvenience and as being old school, and when you tell them you're going to use them, they'll look at you like you're some kind of hippy. but most people that i've talked to actually prefer to use cloth diapers over the disposable - if they've actually tried it. alot of people are just disgusted by the thought of dealing with the poop.</div><div><br />
</div><div>10 - poopy diapers arent that hard to clean. Sophie's poop usually shakes right off, but i read of one women who bought a spatula from the dollar store and keeps it at the changing station for the poops and then cleans it accordingly. also they make these REALLY cool sprayer things to spray them off with. I'll probably never buy one because, lets face it, there are better things to spend the money on - like cute printed covers :) - and all it is is a glorified kitchen sink sprayer that hooks to your toilet. cool? yes. worth it? i dont think so.</div><div><br />
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</div>notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-62988154468747423782011-12-27T15:38:00.000-05:002011-12-27T15:38:51.374-05:00Christmas Day Festivities... The VideosChristmas With Daddy's Family<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gXIA4ZPp3as" width="420"></iframe>notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-4738474520261733802011-12-24T21:07:00.000-05:002011-12-24T21:07:56.262-05:00Sophie's First Christmas Evehere is the video of Sophie opening the gifts that my husband and I got her for Christmas this year. it wasn't much, and a few items are things she already had but hadn't played with, but she still seemed to love them...<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5QVDay80QLM" width="420"></iframe>notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-32047526990969960572011-12-24T17:13:00.000-05:002011-12-24T17:13:24.323-05:00The REAL Christmas Story...<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i><span style="color: red;">I thought that since it is Christmas Eve, it is only appropriate for me to post the REAL Christmas</span> <span style="color: red;">Story, and I don't feel I need to cite the source either, because it is a biblical reference, so i don't think God is going to accuse me of stealing his work. and I'm going to post the accounts from Matthew AND Lukes, because i think it is important that we read it from both perspectives... i am also going to start with the beginning when Mary is first visited by the Angel and her visit to Elizabeth...MERRY CHRISTMAS!!</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Matthew 1 starting at Verse 18</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The birth of Jesus took place like this. His mother, Mary, was engaged to be married to Joseph. Before they came to the marriage bed, Joseph discovered she was pregnant. (It was by the Holy Spirit, but he didn't know that.) Joseph, chagrined but noble, determined to take care of things quietly so Mary would not be disgraced.</span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">While he was trying to figure a way out, he had a dream. God's angel spoke in the dream: "Joseph, son of David, don't hesitate to get married. Mary's pregnancy is Spirit-conceived. God's Holy Spirit has made her pregnant. She will bring a son to birth, and when she does, you, Joseph, will name him Jesus—'God saves'—because he will <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%201-2&version=MSG#" id="_GPLITA_1" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTQxMTM6NjgwOnNhdmU6MGVhMGU2NjdkNTEwNThiMjEwYzg1NzNmNTgxMGRjOTk6ei0xMDIxLTE0MTc2Ond3dy5iaWJsZWdhdGV3YXkuY29t" style="color: #b37162;" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">save</a> his people from their sins." This would bring the prophet's embryonic sermon to full term:<br />
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<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%201-2&version=MSG#" id="_GPLITA_0" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTQwMTY6MTIxOndhdGNoOmQwZjMyOTAxNDFmNWMyYjczZDU4YTJkOWQ4OTI0OGM5OnotMTAyMS0xNDE3Njp3d3cuYmlibGVnYXRld2F5LmNvbQ%3D%3D" style="color: #b37162;" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">Watch</a> for this—a virgin will get pregnant and bear a son;<br />
They will name him Immanuel (Hebrew for "God is with us").</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then Joseph woke up. He did exactly what God's angel commanded in the dream: He married Mary. But he did not consummate the marriage until she had the baby. He named the baby Jesus.</span></div><h4 style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Matthew 2</span></h4><h5 class="passage-header" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After Jesus was born in Bethlehem village, Judah territory— this was during Herod's kingship—a band of scholars arrived in Jerusalem from the East. They asked around, "Where can we find and pay homage to the newborn King of the Jews? We observed a star in the eastern sky that signaled his birth. We're on pilgrimage to worship him."</span></span></h5><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When word of their inquiry got to Herod, he was terrified—and not Herod alone, but most of Jerusalem as well. Herod lost no time. He gathered all the high priests and religion scholars in the city together and asked, "Where is the Messiah supposed to be born?"</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">They told him, "Bethlehem, Judah territory. The prophet Micah wrote it plainly:<br />
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It's you, Bethlehem, in Judah's land,<br />
no longer bringing up the rear.<br />
From you will come the leader<br />
who will shepherd-rule my people, my Israel."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Herod then arranged a secret meeting with the scholars from the East. Pretending to be as devout as they were, he got them to tell him exactly when the birth-announcement star appeared. Then he told them the prophecy about Bethlehem, and said, "Go find this child. Leave no stone unturned. As soon as you find him, send word and I'll join you at once in your worship."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Instructed by the king, they set off. Then the star appeared again, the same star they had seen in the eastern skies. It led them on until it hovered over the place of the child. They could hardly contain themselves: They were in the right place! They had arrived at the right time!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">They entered the house and saw the child in the arms of Mary, his mother. Overcome, they kneeled and worshiped him. Then they opened their luggage and presented gifts: gold, frankincense, myrrh.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-9894" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top;"></sup>In a dream, they were warned not to report back to Herod. So they worked out another route, left the territory without being seen, and returned to their own country.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After the scholars were gone, God's angel showed up again in Joseph's dream and commanded, "Get up. Take the child and his mother and flee to Egypt. Stay until further notice. Herod is on the hunt for this child, and wants to kill him."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Joseph obeyed. He got up, took the child and his mother under cover of darkness. They were out of town and well on their way by daylight. They lived in Egypt until Herod's death. This Egyptian exile fulfilled what Hosea had preached: "I called my son out of Egypt."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Herod, when he realized that the scholars had tricked him, flew into a rage. He commanded the murder of every little boy two years old and under who lived in Bethlehem and its surrounding hills. (He determined that age from information he'd gotten from the scholars.) That's when Jeremiah's sermon was fulfilled:<br />
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A sound was heard in Ramah,<br />
weeping and much lament.<br />
Rachel weeping for her children,<br />
Rachel refusing all solace,<br />
Her children gone,<br />
dead and buried.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Later, when Herod died, God's angel appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt: "Up, take the child and his mother and return to Israel. All those out to murder the child are dead."</span></div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-9899" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top;"></sup>Joseph obeyed. He got up, took the child and his mother, and reentered Israel. When he heard, though, that Archelaus had succeeded his father, Herod, as king in Judea, he was afraid to go there. But then Joseph was directed in a dream to go to the hills of Galilee. On arrival, he settled in the village of Nazareth. This move was a fulfillment of the prophetic words, "He shall be called a Nazarene."</span></div><br />
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<div class="heading passage-class-0" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; margin-top: 10px;"><h3 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></h3><h4 style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Luke 1<br />
So many others have tried their hand at putting together a story of the wonderful harvest of Scripture and history that took place among us, using reports handed down by the original eyewitnesses who served this Word with their very lives. Since I have investigated all the reports in close detail, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+1&version=MSG#" id="_GPLITA_2" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTQxMTM6NjgwOnN0YXJ0aW5nOjFiMzI3NzI3ODU2MTc0YzUzM2JmNDBiY2Q4MGUzN2U5OnotMTAyMS0xNDE3Njp3d3cuYmlibGVnYXRld2F5LmNvbQ%3D%3D" style="color: #b37162;" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">starting</a> from the story's beginning, I decided to write it all out for you, most honorable Theophilus, so you can know beyond the shadow of a doubt the reliability of what you were taught.</span></h4><h5 class="passage-header" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">During the rule of Herod, King of Judea, there was a priest assigned service in the regiment of Abijah. His name was Zachariah. His wife was descended from the daughters of Aaron. Her name was Elizabeth. Together they lived honorably before God, careful in keeping to the ways of the commandments and enjoying a clear conscience before God. But they were childless because Elizabeth could never conceive, and now they were quite old.</span></span></h5><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It so happened that as Zachariah was carrying out his priestly duties before God, working the shift assigned to his regiment, it came his one turn in life to enter the sanctuary of God and burn incense. The congregation was gathered and praying outside the Temple at the hour of the incense offering. Unannounced, an angel of God appeared just to the right of the altar of incense. Zachariah was paralyzed in fear.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But the angel reassured him, "Don't fear, Zachariah. Your prayer has been heard. Elizabeth, your wife, will bear a son by you. You are to name him John. You're going to leap like a gazelle for joy, and not only you—many will delight in his birth. He'll achieve great stature with God.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"He'll drink neither wine nor beer. He'll be filled with the Holy Spirit from the moment he leaves his mother's womb. He will turn many sons and daughters of Israel back to their God. He will herald God's arrival in the style and strength of Elijah, soften the hearts of parents to children, and kindle devout understanding among hardened skeptics—he'll get the people ready for God." Zachariah said to the angel, "Do you expect me to believe this? I'm an old <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+1&version=MSG#" id="_GPLITA_0" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTA5MjM6NDA3Om1hbjpmM2Y5NWU1YTVhMWU3MTUwNjhiNjY2ODQyYjc0NmM4MDp6LTEwMjEtMTQxNzY6d3d3LmJpYmxlZ2F0ZXdheS5jb20%3D" style="color: #b37162;" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">man</a> and my wife is an old woman."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But the angel said, "I am Gabriel, the sentinel of God, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+1&version=MSG#" id="_GPLITA_3" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTQwMTY6MTIxOnNlbnQ6MDdjMGNlNjdjOGEwMjU1ODdjZTliOTQwY2Q3MzlhMTY6ei0xMDIxLTE0MTc2Ond3dy5iaWJsZWdhdGV3YXkuY29t" style="color: #b37162;" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">sent</a> especially to bring you this glad news. But because you won't believe me, you'll be unable to say a word until the day of your son's birth. Every word I've spoken to you will come true on time—God's time."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Meanwhile, the congregation waiting for Zachariah was getting restless, wondering what was keeping him so long in the sanctuary. When he came out and couldn't speak, they knew he had seen a vision. He continued speechless and had to use sign language with the people.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When the course of his priestly assignment was completed, he went back <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+1&version=MSG#" id="_GPLITA_1" in_rurl="http://www.textsrv.com/click?v=VVM6MTQxMTM6NjgwOmhvbWU6ZWJjM2NlZDdmOTdiMWJkYjY0MWIzN2ZmMGZkZmFjN2Q6ei0xMDIxLTE0MTc2Ond3dy5iaWJsZWdhdGV3YXkuY29t" style="color: #b37162;" title="Powered by Text-Enhance">home</a>. It wasn't long before his wife, Elizabeth, conceived. She went off by herself for five months, relishing her pregnancy. "So, this is how God acts to remedy my unfortunate condition!" she said.</span></div><h5 class="passage-header" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">In the sixth month of Elizabeth's pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to the Galilean village of Nazareth to a virgin engaged to be married to a man descended from David. His name was Joseph, and the virgin's name, Mary. Upon entering, Gabriel greeted her:</span><span style="font-size: 16px;"> </span></span></h5><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"> Good morning! </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> You're beautiful with God's beauty, </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> Beautiful inside and out! </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> God be with you.</span></span><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-10669" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top;"></sup>She was thoroughly shaken, wondering what was behind a greeting like that. But the angel assured her, "Mary, you have nothing to fear. God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call his name Jesus.<br />
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He will be great,<br />
be called 'Son of the Highest.'<br />
The Lord God will give him<br />
the throne of his father David;<br />
He will rule Jacob's house forever—<br />
no end, ever, to his kingdom."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mary said to the angel, "But how? I've never slept with a man."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The angel answered,<br />
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The Holy Spirit will come upon you,<br />
the power of the Highest hover over you;<br />
Therefore, the child you bring to birth<br />
will be called Holy, Son of God.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"And did you know that your cousin Elizabeth conceived a son, old as she is? Everyone called her barren, and here she is six months pregnant! Nothing, you see, is impossible with God."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> And Mary said,<br />
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Yes, I see it all now:<br />
I'm the Lord's maid, ready to serve.<br />
Let it be with me<br />
just as you say.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Then the angel left her.</span></div><h5 class="passage-header" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">Mary didn't waste a minute. She got up and traveled to a town in Judah in the hill country, straight to Zachariah's house, and greeted Elizabeth. </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">When Elizabeth heard Mary's greeting, the baby in her womb leaped.</span><span style="font-size: 16px;"> She was filled with the Holy Spirit, and sang out exuberantly,</span><span style="font-size: 16px;"> </span></span></h5><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> You're so blessed among women, </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> and the babe in your womb, also blessed! </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> And why am I so blessed that </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> the </span><span style="color: black;">mother of my Lord</span><span style="color: black;"> visits me? </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;">The moment the sound of your </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> greeting entered my ears, </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> The babe in my womb </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> skipped like a lamb for sheer joy. </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> Blessed woman, who believed what God said, </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;"> believed every word would come true!</span></span><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And Mary said,<br />
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I'm bursting with God-news;<br />
I'm dancing the song of my Savior God.<br />
God took one good look at me, and look what happened—<br />
I'm the most fortunate woman on earth!<br />
What God has done for me will never be forgotten,<br />
the God whose very name is holy, set apart from all others.<br />
His mercy flows in wave after wave<br />
on those who are in awe before him.<br />
He bared his arm and showed his strength,<br />
scattered the bluffing braggarts.<br />
He knocked tyrants off their high horses,<br />
pulled victims out of the mud.<br />
The starving poor sat down to a banquet;<br />
the callous rich were left out in the cold.<br />
He embraced his chosen child, Israel;<br />
he remembered and piled on the mercies, piled them high.<br />
It's exactly what he promised,<br />
beginning with Abraham and right up to now.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Mary stayed with Elizabeth for three months and then went back to her own home.</span></div><h5 class="passage-header" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When Elizabeth was full-term in her pregnancy, she bore a son. Her neighbors and relatives, seeing that God had overwhelmed her with mercy, celebrated with her.</span></span></h5><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On the eighth day, they came to circumcise the child and were calling him Zachariah after his father. But his mother intervened: "No. He is to be called John."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"But," they said, "no one in your family is named that." They used sign language to ask Zachariah what he wanted him named.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Asking for a tablet, Zachariah wrote, "His name is to be John." That took everyone by surprise. Surprise followed surprise—Zachariah's mouth was now open, his tongue loose, and he was talking, praising God!</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A deep, reverential fear settled over the neighborhood, and in all that Judean hill country people talked about nothing else. Everyone who heard about it took it to heart, wondering, "What will become of this child? Clearly, God has his hand in this."</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then Zachariah was filled with the Holy Spirit and prophesied,<br />
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Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel;<br />
he came and set his people free.<br />
He set the power of salvation in the center of our lives,<br />
and in the very house of David his servant,<br />
Just as he promised long ago<br />
through the preaching of his holy prophets:<br />
Deliverance from our enemies<br />
and every hateful hand;<br />
Mercy to our fathers,<br />
as he remembers to do what he said he'd do,<br />
What he swore to our father Abraham—<br />
a clean rescue from the enemy camp,<br />
So we can worship him without a care in the world,<br />
made holy before him as long as we live.<br />
<br />
And you, my child, "Prophet of the Highest,"<br />
will go ahead of the Master to prepare his ways,<br />
Present the offer of salvation to his people,<br />
the forgiveness of their sins.<br />
Through the heartfelt mercies of our God,<br />
God's Sunrise will break in upon us,<br />
Shining on those in the darkness,<br />
those sitting in the shadow of death,<br />
Then showing us the way, one foot at a time,<br />
down the path of peace.</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The child grew up, healthy and spirited. He lived out in the desert until the day he made his prophetic debut in Israel.</span></div><h3 style="color: #5c1101; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><br />
</span></h3><h3 style="color: #5c1101; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">Luke 2</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="result-text-style-normal " style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">About that time Caesar Augustus ordered a census to be taken throughout the Empire. This was the first census when Quirinius was governor of Syria. Everyone had to travel to his own ancestral hometown to be accounted for. So Joseph went from the Galilean town of Nazareth up to Bethlehem in Judah, David's town, for the census. As a descendant of David, he had to go there. He went with Mary, his fiancée, who was pregnant. While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. She gave birth to a son, her firstborn. She wrapped him in a blanket and laid him in a manger, because there was no room in the hostel.</span><h5 class="passage-header"><span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There were sheepherders camping in the neighborhood. They had set night watches over their sheep. Suddenly, God's angel stood among them and God's glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David's town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you're to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger."</span></span></h5><span style="font-family: inherit;">At once the angel was joined by a huge angelic choir singing God's praises:<br />
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Glory to God in the heavenly heights,<br />
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first of all, let me tell you that my daughter has never been much of a screamer. every time people see her they always ask, "is she always so smiley?" or comment on how every time they see her she's all smiles and giggles. but for the last week or two, she has been sick. first a minor cold, then a stomach virus, and now back to a cold (who said breast fed babies rarely get sick? they were mistaken.) so understandably so, she is a bit cranky lately. <br />
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now normally, i wouldn't dare brave the crowds at walmart on the eve of Christmas eve, but hey, baby's need diapers right? so all the way through walmart she was trying to get out of the seat and sniffling and coughing, and whimpering a little, nothing to bad...yet. any parent can tell you that one of the most effective ways of keeping a baby calm is to keep them in motion - rocking, walking, bouncing, etc - but when the motion stops...bring on the crying.<br />
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now i know what some of you are thinking, how could you let a your baby play with something given to her by a total stranger. well, to ease your worries, i had seen the cat on the cooler when i got in line and thought, "i guess someone decided that their kid didn't need it" and then went on trying to calm my sweet girl down.<br />
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i don't know about you, but random acts of kindness such as these restore my faith in humanity. i realize we live in a sinful world, that gets worse and worse every day. but there is still good in people, and there is hope for humanity if we just forget our differences and learn to love one another as Christ loves us.<br />
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Merry Christmas Eve everyone!!notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349746917646110095.post-38750309753272916202011-12-23T19:21:00.000-05:002011-12-23T19:21:44.815-05:00don't forget to laugh...<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"></span></span></div><span style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The phrase "working mother" is redundant. ~Jane Sellman</span><br />
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with everything that falls on our shoulders as mothers, and the expectations that are looming above our head put there by not just society, but our family and even ourselves, its easy to feel like we don't quite measure up. We have to be doctor, nutritionist, maid, cleaner, and bather. all the while looking like a super model and keeping up with the needs of our husbands, and making everything look effortless, when in fact, it's anything but. we have to be the super mom, the super wife, the super [insert motherly/wifely duty here] and it's enough to drive us crazy. and often times, we put these expectations on ourselves more than anyone else does.<br />
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that is why i'm writing this blog, to keep myself focused on why i enjoy being a mommy and a wife. and, quite frankly, as an excuse to lock myself in my bedroom with a glass of wine - or sparkling cider, whichever - and wind down from the day and let my darling husband take care of our beautiful daughter.<br />
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speaking of husbands, aren't they awesome? mine is. he knows how hard i work and never fails to tell me how much he appreciates it, especially after i leave our 8 month old with him for the day so i can go grocery shopping quickly and efficiently. but really, even on the days that i feel my worst, like last night when we went out and i failed to bring wipes...of all thing to forget, baby wipes are way up there on the worst. and its not just that, i've gone out and forgotten to stock the diaper bag completely and had to borrow a diaper, wipes and even a change of clothes for our little one because she made what i call and Armageddon diaper. and of all places for this to happen, it HAD to happen at the doctors office.<br />
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and on days like this when i feel less than adequate for the job at hand, and i'm feeling not so super, he make sure that i know, that to him and to our little girl, i am the ultimate Super Mommy. and its that reminder coupled with the little things - little smiles, little giggles, little eyes, little nose, little ears little toes - that remind me that even when i forget the baby wipes at home and have to wipe her little butt with a wet paper towel, at the end of the day, i'm still mommy, and she loves me just the same...notsosupersupermommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332075674562429731noreply@blogger.com2