Squishy, squishy!

It was the end of a long day. Hubby had just arrived home from a late night at work and the night time routine was taking longer than usual. The two older girls were buzzing about while the baby demanded a diaper change. I was so dazed with fatigue that my eyes stared off into space while my hands blindly wiped, medicated and wrapped the baby's bottom with a fresh diaper.

Vaguely, I heard a voice nearby chanting, "Squishy! Squishy! Squishy!" while jumping up and down repeatedly. Suddenly, "Splat!"

I jerked my head to see my tube of Desitin oozing white puke over my green carpet. My shoulders sagged as my eyes raised up to meet the surprised gaze of my 3 year old.

"Oh, Mommy!" she giggled, "The Desitin tooted!"

I was boiling with frustration until she made that proclamation and then...I burst out laughing and let my husband clean it up!

Life is a journey, but it sure does get squishy sometimes.

Life is my journey

"Mama, if Sarina bounces her ball all the way up to Heaven, will Jesus catch it?"

I stare at my three year-old in wonder. How did she come up with that question? Then I catch myself quickly and say, "Why, yes! He sure will, but she better be ready 'cause He just might throw it right back to her."

Today, Jesus threw me a ball. I've been writing and dreaming of writing for years and today my best friend Sue Ellen said, "You need to blog!" Bounce!

I don't even read other people's blogs. Why would I want to write one? My friend prattled on about the joy she found in blogging and keeping up with other blogs. "You love to write and you're good at it!" she gushed.

I mulled it over. Today is my 36th birthday. The beginning of a new year in my life. A chance to start something fresh. Why not a blog? Never mind no one will read it. I'm writing it for me!

So, Jesus, look out! Here comes a great big bounce...