Thankfully my mother-in-law is here to help with Wyatt.  Our regular child care, Auntie-Kimberli, had to go to Europe or something.  She sounds old but she’s actually my age.

But with shots and Dr’s appointments and worship tryouts and more Dr’s visits and house closings and more Dr’s visits and moving and Drive Conference, we needed the in house help.

Only down side is Saturdays aren’t Dad and Son days anymore – at least for now.

Wondering what is going on huh?

Well the update is we’re still waiting.  Jennifer is having to take birth-control pills even thought we can’t get pregnant naturally.  Cruelly ironic huh?  But the Dr’s use them to get her hormones just right.  What does that mean for me?  Lots of dish throwing and uncontrollable crying. 

Ha!  Just kidding.  Actually it just means we wait.  She’ll go back on the 29th to get a blood test and if everything is good, we’ll find out the date we start all of the drugs. 

Until then I just remind my wife to take her pill so we CAN have kids.  Weird.

For some reason, I’ve been wanting to mess with my hair lately.  Couple of weeks ago I dyed it red.  Supposed to be permanent but it’s seems to have tamed down a little.  Now I’m a very sexy auburn.

And I’ve been trying to let it grow out.  I hate growing out my hair – HATE.  My hair is very curly.  It got to the point where I was having to use a diffuser.  And if I didn’t put enough stuff in it (stuff = product), it turned into an afro.  Huge.  So then I decided to try and straighten it.  Jennifer used a curling iron.  It worked, but a couple of burns later I abandoned that whole approach.  Now we’ve moved to a flat iron.  And I’m kinda digging it.  Only bad thing is – takes me longer to do my hair than my wife.  Wow that’s sad.

Didn’t get it.

And we’re fine with that.  We offered what our Realtor suggested, which was a little over asking, and still didn’t get it.  So we’re putting the house hunting on hold.  Maybe pay off some bills.  Focus on some other things in our life.  Just take a break.  I honestly believe we’ll look back at this and think, "Thank God we didn’t get that house!"

2 Bed-heads hanging out.

January began with excitement as started looking for a house.

It’s March and I now hate looking at houses.  HATE.  We’ve made 2 offers, 1 accepted, which we pulled because it was a piece a crap.  Thank you mister inspector.  Now we have made our 2nd offer.  And I’m already aggravated about this one.  It’s been on the market forever.  We finally decide to look at it, and that day they dropped the price.  Great right?  Nope.  Its a VA owned home and they have to accept all offers within a 10 day window after a price change.  Meaning lots of people have looked at it and now there are multiple offers…including ours.  At this point I don’t have the intestinal fortitude to put up with a bidding war.  We just made the offer we would have originally and we’ll let it play out.

We do like the house.  Its in Lake Wilderness, which is farther than we originally wanted to be.  But it has an amazing deck.  Backs up to the National Forest, or park, or whatever that battlefield is.  It’s a split foyer, which again we’d rather not have, but you can’t beat the space.  It has 3 beds, 2 baths, hardwoods, fireplace, and its in good shape.  Just needs paint and carpet.

So here is how we need you to pray:

• If this is a mistake we want God to slam the door shut!  Trust me, we’ll be fine.  Last thing we want to do is fork out more money for inspections and crap for it to fall through.  We’d rather not get to that point.
• If God does shut the door, we need him to open one up!  I really want to see God do something big in our life in this area!
• We simply need wisdom.  Lots of wisdom.  Like big neon signs hanging in the sky kinda wisdom.

Thank you for your prayers!

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"Are you ready for a miracle?"

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"Are you ready for a miracle?"

If you have little ones, do not feed them this:

The following could happen:

So confession is good for the soul, right?  Well here I go.

This has been an unbelievable morning.  5:30, staff meeting with my volunteer leaders – love that meeting.  We have a great time.  Then 7:00 staff meeting.  Another good time, celebrating what God is doing and working to resolve challenges that lay ahead.

Then I got a phone call from Jennifer, my parents car has been stolen.  Oh, by the way, my parents were visiting from TX.  So I grab my stuff and bolt out of the meeting to my house, which was 3 mins away.  Then Jennifer calls me back.  The car hasn’t been stolen.  It was towed by our piece of crap HOA.

About a month ago we received a letter form our landlord that we have these new guest tags for overnight visitors in the guest parking spots.  Why you need a guest pass when you are clearly in a guest spot is beyond me.  Well we forgot.  And some 2 bit towing company from Stafford scouts the parking lot looking for fresh meat at 1:45 AM.  No phone call.  No knock.  Just towed.  And it was clearly our car.

Now I know it was our fault for not remembering some new policy that was implemented a month ago when we never have guests stay the night.  God forbid we forget something.  Man it feels like the Gestapo in Nazi Germany around here. 

I don’t think I have ever been so mad in my life.  I was fuming.  And thank God our stupid HOA decided to take an extra day off or President’s day.  Because I had the most colorful, forceful, ticked off speech you ever heard ready.  Man was I mad.  But God spared me the embarrassment.  Only my wife and mom saw it for about 30 seconds.

God, please help us find a house and get out of here!