I keep up with my blog stats. Not because I’m obsessed, but because I want to know the exact moment I become awesome.  And I’m baffled at the number of people who have found my little corner of the web. 

It’s too bad that most of those people are actually searching for information on Woolly Bear caterpillars.  Because, you know, that’s so relevant.

Good job Google.

I’m going to write a special article just for the masses who flock here looking for Woolly Bear enlightenment.

I’ve gotten better at it, but I still find myself spouting off at the mouth keyboard a little too quickly.  Write a post, delete a post.

Something lit my butt on fire yesterday.  I quickly tapped out a post about it.  Then, in the middle of the night last night I was up with a teething Jesse and had an overwhelming urge to re-read what I had written. 

I took a deap breath and realized I had gone and done it again.  I lit up my keyboard with my thoughts and hit publish without a second thought.

I quickly deleted the post, regretting my hasty decision to post it in the first place, wondering how many people had read my rantings before I took them down.  I am not saying that it is necessarily wrong for Christians to post such strong views on their blogs – I am the kind of person who actually appreciates such frankness.  It’s just that I’ve been working on being more encouraging this past year, and my post showed a resemblance to something a little less uplifting.

Why can’t my immediate thoughts be little less critical and a lot more graceful?  I work on this and work on this and work on this and just when I think I see a difference something happens and I forget.

It’s easy to shrug my shoulders and say, “Well, no body’s perfect.”  It makes me feel better.  But isn’t that just an excuse?  Because everybody makes mistakes it should excuse mine? 

I don’t think so.

I don’t let me kids use that excuse and I’m certainly not going to allow myself to fall into that trap.

He lost 3 top teeth in 3 weeks.  It looks completely adorable.

Some of his words are so funny.  Working with him on reading and sounding out words has taken on a completely new meaning.

Here is something funny for us adults. (no, you don’t have to shoo your kids out of the room)

At least I found it funny. But it just might be sleep deprivation.

Stop complaining.  Take a chill pill.  Smile.

Go outside, stand in the road (if you don’t live on a busy highway, duu), and play frisbee with your kids.

It’ll be a good day.

This is also my advice if you want to shed a few pounds, if you’re tired a lot, if your kids are starting to overwhelm you, if your about to spend money online that you know you shouldn’t, if one of your kids is having a lot of trouble with spelling, if you need to get away from the laundry, if you want to throw your computer in the toilet, if you’re feeling a little depressed…

…and if you just feel like playing frisbee in the road.

I haven’t heard the word “CAR” hollared out this much since I was a kid.