What if I poop Jesus out?

Yep, that was what my son asked me in the bathroom last night. It never ceases to amaze me the way his little mind works. We've told him that Jesus can live in your heart and we've read books about Jesus being inside you, so he must have put two and two together and thought that if you pushed hard enough, you can poop him out. Thank goodness it doesn't work that way. I told him, "no, once Jesus is in your heart, he is there to stay."
It's a tough thing teaching him about Jesus and being a christian at such a young age. I know this will sound weird, but I don't want him to get "saved" at young age. I'm afraid he'll have a false sense of security if he does. I thought I accepted Jesus as my savior July 1993 (I would've been a freshman in HS). But I asked Him into my heart twice before that also. I grew up in a christian home so I always knew what to do and I think that's why I did it. It was what I was supposed to do. I remember the first time, it was because my sister was wanting to get saved. The second time it was because the sermon was just preached on hell and I was scared to death and didn't want to go there. The third time was at summer camp where emotions run high and that's all it was. It wasn't until 1997 that I know without a doubt that if I died, I would go to heaven. There was no one around and I was driving in my car and just went through an intersection. I knew then and there that I needed Jesus. I just don't want my children to second guess their salvation like I always did. While it would be wonderful to be able to say that my son asked Jesus into his heart when he was 5, I would have a hard time believing that he knew and understood what he was doing. That's just me. I'm sure many people who get saved at a young age are truly saved. I'm just saying what I prefer for my children. I can only pray and teach him about Jesus and hope that when the time is right that he will ask Jesus into his heart.

Scrappy Diamonds

Here's the top of a quilt I'm making for a friends little boy. It's pretty big for a baby quilt, but maybe they can use it as a lap quilt when baby is too big. I really like how it turned out.

Quinnisms

Our son came into our bedroom the other morning and crawled under the covers with his daddy (i was in the shower): "Phew daddy, it stinks under here. i think the covers pooped on you."

Today he had a dentist appointment and did not want to go. I told him he would be fine and that we would go get ice cream afterward. The hygienist called him back and the first thing he said was, "I'm a little nervous today, but I'm going to be brave." It was so sweet. They told me I could go into the room with him after he got x-rays done so I was waiting in the "consult area". It had been about 8 minutes and I looked through the window and I could see that they had already put him in a room. I saw his little green and blue rain boots laying down on the dental chair. Every once in a while he would sit up and look around then lay back down. He looked like such a big boy in there all alone. It was sweet, yet sad. He's getting so big and doing more and more things independently. When he was all done (an hour later) he said that he was brave but lonely. I asked him why and he told me, "it took the doctor a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time to come in and see me." All in all it was a good appointment with no cavities.

The Entrepreneur's Wife

Being the wife of a small business owner is tough sometimes. This week has been one of those weeks. Don't get me wrong, we are provided for. Our bills are paid, food is on the table, and we have a place to sleep. It's just that I think people think we are doing well financially when they don't realize that a lot of the money we make, goes back into the company. That's what happens when you are trying to start a business. I know it's only for a moment, but I feel bad for my husband. He works all day on the paying jobs that his company has, spends time with the family, and then from 10pm till ??? he's working on other projects unpaid that need to be launched soon. And so it all begins at 7:30am the next morning, over and over and over. I feel that he's unappreciated. Not by his business partners, but by the clients and investors. No one realizes how much time he puts into a project or job. He's a perfectionist. He wants it to be perfect and will work till it's perfect and not take shortcuts. The end result is quality. If only they understood. Someday it will all be worth it, but going through it is hard. I wrote him a note to encourage him the other night. I think it meant a lot to him. I believe in him and I think that's the most important thing to him right now. It's just hard to stand by and see people treat him the way they do.

First Red Quilt

I've always wanted to make a red quilt. I love the color red and finally did it. I'm on a private message board from when I was pregnant with Q. I've known these ladies over 5 years now and 2 other ladies and I have taken to making quilts as one of our members has a baby. I was in the lead on this one so I picked the fabric out and then mailed out what they would need. They made however many blocks I told them to and mailed it back. I put it together and viola, a beautiful baby quilt. I really wanted to make this gal a pink and brown quilt, but after searching high and low, I was never able to locate pink and brown fabric. I was disappointed, but as I was laying in bed one night the idea of a red quilt came to mind because the baby was born in December and I thought this pattern reminded me of a candy cane without getting Christmas fabric. I love how it turned out. This was one of my most challenging quilts so far in terms of piecing the rows together. The seams had to line up perfectly or else the diagonals would be off. This is just the top. I still have to quilt and bind it. I was just so excited how well it turned out I had to share with someone.

Blessings

My husband just ordered a new computer yesterday. His business partner, Josh was in need of a new one also so they went to the Apple store and walked away with 2 computers on order that should arrive next Thursday. Yay! Thank goodness Mindbox Studios is picking up half the tab and then we just have to pay the other half on a monthly plan. Chris reassured me that the money will be there to do that. It's hard owning your own business. There are things that are needed to make the business run more productively and smoothly, but first you have to sell jobs, finish the jobs, get paid for the jobs, and then buy those things. Right now Mindbox is doing good despite the apparent recession we're in. Praise God for that.
We had dinner last night with Josh and his family. They are the ones that have a 2 year old with cancer. What a blessing she is. So sweet and loving. She was excited to see and play with Quinn. She has lost all her hair and I was wondering how Quinn would react or if he would say anything. He didn't. It just goes to show that among kids, looks don't matter. They'll be your friend no matter color, ethnicity, hair or no hair. I was proud of him. I was finally able to meet their new addition, Kacie. Cute as a button. Keira is on week 5 of 42 weeks of chemo. Already the bump on her arm where the cancer is, is shrinking. Praise God. One specific thing they said to pray about (among many) was that as the cancer shrinks, it shrinks away from the artery that it is lying on. At week 12 they are supposed to go in and see if they can remove it yet. So if you're the praying type, please send one up for this family.
Tonight is chili night. I'm cold. I can't seem to keep warm at all today and I'm even wearing my long johns underneath my clothes. Quinn wants to play outside so badly. He cried when I made him come in. So sad. I can't wait for warmer weather and neither can he.

Misc. Pictures

I don't have a whole lot to say, so we'll let the pictures speak the words.

Q loves to play monopoly. He usually wins too.

She loves her horse and blanket.



This little girl climbs everything. Anything that can be stood upon she does. I have to keep my eye on her constantly. She wears me out. ;)