Last Sunday night Guy was preaching on marriage, and asked the congregation some things men can do to show their wives they love them.
Austin raised his hand and replied,
"OBEY THEM!"
Yes, Austin, you will make your wife very happy someday. ;)
The other night I came home late from drugstoring and the boys were still awake. Austin came down to say goodnight to me, and when I asked him why he was still awake he answered,
"I was thinking perfect thoughts until Grayson interrupted me."
Don't all moms feel the same way? ;)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Observations about strong females needing stronger males
We Niedosik women tend to be strong. Muscular strong, strong wills, strong opinions, strong drives that build our strong intellects.
Daddy is away for a week at a pastor's conference. Rowan LOVES Daddy. Growing up we girls LOVED Daddy too, and needed Daddy. He was our rock, a true picture of the rock of Jesus in our lives.
Tonight at Grandma and Grandpa's I was wrapping a birthday present for my niece and Rowan is too young to understand that it was not hers. She was quite distraught and sad about it; she didnt throw a tantrum or scream, but she was close to inconsolable. She went right to Grandpa. She is somewhat standoffish to showing affection unless she is really in the mood, so all night she tolerated his hugging and enjoyed his holding and tickling, but it was not until she truly NEEDED him that she lay in his arms at peace that he could make her feel better.
I am so thankful I had a father who always took the time to hold me and love me and talk to me therefore solidifying in my little heart that I mattered. It is so beautiful to know my daughter can share those same arms and feel the same love and peace. I am so glad for a husband that takes the time to hold her and love her and talk to her and convince her little heart that she matters too.
Perhaps it is a picture of our strengths being made perfect in weakness. When we are weak, then is God strong. (II Corinthians 12) Only when I am weak do I feel the strength of those that are stronger around me. When I come to a place where I no longer qualify, I need something/someone stronger than I and I become "perfect" (complete/mature) by tapping into their strength. They fill in for me.
I am strong, but not strong enough. My daughter is strong, but not strong enough. We need to be surrounded by family and friends that are just as strong and stronger to continually help us mature and grow and complete us. God puts the pieces of family together just right.
Daddy is away for a week at a pastor's conference. Rowan LOVES Daddy. Growing up we girls LOVED Daddy too, and needed Daddy. He was our rock, a true picture of the rock of Jesus in our lives.
Tonight at Grandma and Grandpa's I was wrapping a birthday present for my niece and Rowan is too young to understand that it was not hers. She was quite distraught and sad about it; she didnt throw a tantrum or scream, but she was close to inconsolable. She went right to Grandpa. She is somewhat standoffish to showing affection unless she is really in the mood, so all night she tolerated his hugging and enjoyed his holding and tickling, but it was not until she truly NEEDED him that she lay in his arms at peace that he could make her feel better.
I am so thankful I had a father who always took the time to hold me and love me and talk to me therefore solidifying in my little heart that I mattered. It is so beautiful to know my daughter can share those same arms and feel the same love and peace. I am so glad for a husband that takes the time to hold her and love her and talk to her and convince her little heart that she matters too.
Perhaps it is a picture of our strengths being made perfect in weakness. When we are weak, then is God strong. (II Corinthians 12) Only when I am weak do I feel the strength of those that are stronger around me. When I come to a place where I no longer qualify, I need something/someone stronger than I and I become "perfect" (complete/mature) by tapping into their strength. They fill in for me.
I am strong, but not strong enough. My daughter is strong, but not strong enough. We need to be surrounded by family and friends that are just as strong and stronger to continually help us mature and grow and complete us. God puts the pieces of family together just right.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Just some cute stuff
If my camera was in order, we'd have a lovely picture of my daughter's self sufficiency. Last night she asked me for a drink. I was busy and told her just a minute. She put her cup on the stool along with the juice that she got out of the fridge and left. I think she would have gotten herself a drink if she knew how to open the juice and open her cup. I turned around to see them sitting there, and was surprised at her self-sufficiency. Every day she takes my breath away with her smartness and cuteness.
She calls boogies "noonies". If she can reach the tissues she'll wipe and blow her nose herself.
A few nights ago she was sitting on my lap and asked me what the noise was. It was the dryer. She then told me, "I scared dryer." "You're scared of the dryer?" "Yes." (and she emphasizes the "s" which is just too cute.)
She calls boogies "noonies". If she can reach the tissues she'll wipe and blow her nose herself.
A few nights ago she was sitting on my lap and asked me what the noise was. It was the dryer. She then told me, "I scared dryer." "You're scared of the dryer?" "Yes." (and she emphasizes the "s" which is just too cute.)
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