Silly Daddy

My dad is the most selfless, "Oh, don't worry about me, " quite person I know. So much so, that when something happens to him physically or in a circumstance, he'll push it off because he doesn't want to bother anyone. At least until it's medically necessary for his survival... or at least close to it. For example, my dad locked himself out of his car that was in Paoli; got a ride to Thorndale to get a key, and then walked 8 hours back, just because he couldn't get a hold of all the TWO people he called, and didn't want to be a bother to anyone else. Trust me, us kids gave him hell for that one.

Then there is the time I came home from work and he was laying on my bathroom floor. I come home to find Jayden in a pile of pillows strategically laid out so he wouldn't go anywhere. And my dad lifeless on my bathroom floor. Calmly, I called out for my dad three times and a faint "What" come from behind the toilet. Ok, he's not dead... that's a good sign. He then proceeds to tell me that he has been throwing up all day. I told him that I would take him to the hospital, but quickly refused, telling me that he was fine and he knew what was wrong. (rolls eyes) So me being the worried daughter I am, and knowing darn well that everything was not fine, played along but did not allow him to leave my home. What if he had dropped dead at home, with no one there to check on him. I was not going to have that hanging over my head; so I made him lay down on my couch, gave him a bowl to chuck in, and checked his temperature at least 5 times. I think he was a little embarrassed that his baby girl was taking care of him. I just looked back at him and smiled and said "Daddy, this is for all the times you took care of me." He smiled back and tried to get some sleep. Around 4:30pm he looks over at me and says "Lyryn, I think I need you to take me to the hospital." Jumping out of my chair I looked at Ashley and said It's about time! As I was getting everything ready to go, he told me that I didn't need to take him... He said that he was able to drive. For the first time in my life I wanted to slap my own father! "Daddy, get in the car!" I can’t remember the last time I yelled at him. Drove as fast as I could, legally that is. Then spent 6 hours in the ER to find out he had kidney stones. But they did give him medicine to stop the throwing up… which was the important thing.

Then there’s yesterday, while I was getting into my car to go to work I heard this faint voice calling my name from 3 houses away. There was my dad, walking very slow and holding the back of his head. My heart sunk, I thought to myself “What the heck did he do now?” He asked me to look at his head because there was no way he was going back home only to have mom see it and freak out. As dad pulled his hand away from his head, all I could see was blood. I got him into the house, cleaned it up to see that he just skinned it, there was a bump, but it looked worse then it really was. I asked him what happened, turned out that he slipped on some black ice. I felt terrible; I asked him if he felt like he needed to go to the doctors. He just looked at me and said that he was fine and he was sorry to bother me. Again, I wanted to shake him and say “You’re not a bother!”

I wish he would just realize that it’s ok for people to help, especially his family! Maybe it’s a man thing. Maybe it’s a daddy thing. I don’t know, but all I can do is keep loving him and doing what I can to help, even if I do let him think that it’s all in his control. (That’s a women thing) How many years was he there to pick us up when we needed it? How many times was he there to take care of us when we were sick? Or how many times was he there to pick us up and clean our hurts?

Daddy, it’s ok to ask for help sometimes and it’s ok to want help! I know that you don’t want to bother anyone or be an inconvenience to anyone, but your truly not. No matter what happens or what you go through you will always be my strong, heroic, supportive, loving daddy!

Poor Baby

Teething's a 61T(H

That's the best way I know how to put it. Jayden sure does take it like a champ, but I know he's hurting. He wakes up at least 3 times a night, which isn't like him at all. He chews his hand like he hasn't been feed in days and he's getting more and more fussy everyday. I know, my standards of fussiness are not like most mom's. When people hear me say it, they look at me like I'm from another planet and tell me "Girl, this is not fussy."

Well, if all you've ever had is a quite baby, one that is content with sitting around all day and just looking at things, you don't know any different. I've been blessed! I've never had a child that cries more then just a little here and there. I can usually figure out what is wrong, without him crying for a long period of time. Three things... hungry, tired, or just wants to be held. That's all he needs! He still is content doing that stuff, but he is more agitated. So, to me... that's fussy, he's not himself. Tylenol usually helps, but I don't want to give it to him so much that he gets immune to it.

I might just go to Walmart and see if they have teething gel. Or I read that you can make these small 100% juice ice cubes and they can suck on them. (With parent supervision, of course) That might work, who knows... I'm new at all this!

Change…Change is Good!

Sometimes it’s still hard to think that it’s not just me and Jesse anymore. Most people don’t understand the drastic change that will hit them once that beautiful bundle of joy comes into the world. Things go from one extreme to another… like, no more staying out past 9pm, it’s more like “If were not home by 9 o’clock to get the baby down for bed were so not getting sleep tonight.” If you’re a lover of sleep, kiss those days goodbye, now it’s more like “Are you going to take the 2am shift… or the 5:30am shift.” Or if you’re anything like Jess and I, we love eating out every Friday night and then going to a late movie. Unless you are rich and have money to pay for a babysitter every weekend your Friday night become more like …“This is why we have that massive DVD collection and thank God for the pizza villa right down the street.” I think it should be mandatory for all new parents to take a class on – How my life is going to change / What the heck did we get ourselves into. But, even that probably won’t help you much.

Ok… so I might be playing it up just a little. J Yea, we don’t get to stay out late… we don’t get much sleep, and we can’t go to every new movie release on the day it comes out. But, we have this amazing little boy who makes us laugh so hard. Everyday there is something new to learn about him and something he learns about himself. Like, how much he loves his own reflection.
(Just like his Aunt Katie… OMG, I’m so going to get killed for that one) or… how he just started to giggle, but only about 4 giggle will come out before they turn into a giggle/cry. And how he reaches for everything, but just can’t figure out how to grasp it. It’s all worth the change! This little person will someday become someone great and all of this will be worth it!! For now I’m sticking with just one… but again, it’s all worth it!

Just look at that face… tell me he's not worth it!














Anyway, life sure did change but in my opinion it changed for the better. Time will come again where Jesse and I will have our freedoms back, but I don’t want that to come to fast. For now, I’m just living each day as they come and hope to become a better mom from each experience.


Dude - But Jesse and I still have time to watch our LOST!!!

Remember the Days

Remember the days when we were only eighteen
Driving around in my nasty gas machine
Skipping school just to have lunch
I really didn’t care, grades didn’t matter that much

Your dad always asking where is your coat
Pointing back at my car saying it’s somewhere in that boat.
Working with my best friend, what more could I ask
It was like not working at all, not even a task!

Remember the days that we would dream of dance
Seeing the images in our head, even just for a glance
In every piece of music we would see the same thing
Moves that would bring glory and praise to our King

Talking all night about our hopes and dreams
Where did the time go, too fast it does seem
You stood by me faithfully when I said “I do”
Such a wonderful maid of honor, so beautiful were you.

Remembering those days are so deep in my mind
I never want to leave those memories behind
Going to dinner, laughing out loud
There’s nothing like those girls night out, you make me so proud

I can’t believe eight years have come and gone so fast
It’s been totally amazing and you’ve made it a blast
Thank you for your friendship, love and grace
Remember you’ll always be loved in this place

Valentines

Dance

Dance: (from French danser, perhaps from Frankish) generally refers to movement of the body, usually rhythmic and to music, used as a form of expression, social interaction or presented in a spiritual or performance setting.

The word dance is more than just a definition. It lives within me, it drives me, and it’s my passion! I have not danced for over a year, and I have felt that piece of me slip away. I feel like I have lost something. And for the longest time I couldn't figure it out. But a few weeks ago, I was listening to Nichole Nordeman’s song "I AM" and I just started to cry. I had no idea where this was coming from. As I just sat in my car with my head on my steering wheel, I yelled at myself saying "Why are you crying Lyryn?" As I just sat there in silence I just started to pray and really listen to the words of the song. At the end of the song, on the last verse, I felt like God was spelling it out for me.

The winds of change,
And circumstance blow in and all around us so we find a foothold that’s familiar,
And bless the moments that we feel You nearer Life had begun,
I was woven and spun,
You let the angels dance around the throne,
who can say when,
But they’ll dance again,
when I am free and finally headed home.

Now, I understand that this verse is talking about the angles dancing around the throne, but in a way, my tears were out of jealousy. I wanted to be the one dancing around His throne again! I wanted to be the one dancing in His presence. You see, dancing is away that I can be with my Lord in such an intimate way. It’s were I am vulnerable to His voice, His touch, and His embrace. It’s where I feel my (Godly) Daddy!

So now that I know what is missing, I need to do it. I just don’t have the space in my home and UOPC won’t let me dance there anymore. I need to work on dances! It’s what is going to make me feel like myself again! Lord, provide me a place to dance!! I want to dance for you again!!

Super Tuesday

I think that it’s an appropriate day to talk “Politics”. I know that this isn’t an easy topic to talk about. Some people just don’t like to talk about their political views; to them it’s a private matter. There are some people that are just so set in their ways, their either voting straight Republican or straight Democrat without even knowing who and what they are voting for. Or there are the people that want nothing to do with politics so they just don’t vote. They think this country is domed anyway and their vote doesn’t do anything for the cause. So if you relate to any of the above mentioned or if the word politics just makes your skin craw, I am giving you permission to just stop reading now.

As a Christian I have always been a faithful republican. I believe my moral issues always outweigh my liberal issues. I believe that God blesses you by the way you vote and that it’s our responsibility as Christian to make sure that the people leading our country are Godly men and women. Even though there are those republicans that make this party look bad such as Senator Larry Craig. All we can do is pray for them and hope God can move in their lives. But this year, I have also dipped my feet into democratic water, and see that there are good plans and good things that some candidates can do for this country. I might not agree with everything that candidate purposes, but in any party you’re never going to agree on everything one candidate says.

This is only the primaries, but everything we are doing now will ultimately end up to who becomes our president. I feel like it vital to know who each candidate is and what they represent. I’m still learning everyday, but I do try to get as much information as I possibly can. I watch CNN almost every night, and always try to read up on each of the candidates regardless of them being a Republican or Democrat. There is only one Man from the republican side that I can vote for, and after todays win in West Virginia I can only pray that he brings in more votes to win the republican nominee. But if he doesn’t win the nominee, that’s where my vote could possibly, go to a democrat. But it is only February.

My hope for this nation would be that Mike Huckabee becomes the republican nominee. Not only is he a man of God, but he’s real and knows the issues of today and has good ideas to fix this nation. On his website, he talks about Faith and Politics saying

“My faith is my life - it defines me. My faith doesn't
influence my decisions, it drives them. For example, when it comes to the
environment, I believe in being a good steward of the earth. I don't separate my
faith from my personal and professional lives.”

No where on Romney’s or McCain’s website do they get that raw and vulnerable to the American people. But does he have a chance? With McCain ahead in the polls and Romney close on his heels, does he even have a chance to be the next president?

I think I’m going to end there tonight. As Super Tuesday comes to a close I will thank God for victory in West Virginia and pray that more are to come. God is in control of this election!