tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42144593416509522182024-03-12T19:17:18.890-07:00the Jennings SecedeCamille Jennings.the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.comBlogger1004125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-72523324800915944832014-10-01T19:42:00.004-07:002014-10-01T19:46:55.230-07:00The Shame Of Should In Parenting...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #222222; font-family: arial;">Recently, I was at a conference and a speaker made a joke about his young children being disrespectful and he and his wife questioning what they were doing wrong. The whole audience laughed but there was more to it than just a response to a funny joke. There was a tangible sense of relief as people realized that this influential, God-fearing speaker had children that misbehaved as well. </span><br />
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In parenting, it seems that one of the biggest shames we carry is our children's misbehavior. In my experience, people rarely talk about it but we all measure and compare..."Is this normal?" We want to know, "Am I doing something wrong? Am I alone in this?" </div>
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After the speaker concluded, my group of friends and I all talked about the relief that we felt from someone validating that their kids misbehave and are funky sometimes. I don't think that bashing or degrading our kids is the cure for parenting shame but we do need to know that other peoples' kids aren't always perfect. If we can't be real about our struggles in parenting, then we will isolate ourselves for fear of being exposed. Our kids won't get to experience the beauty of community and we won't get to be encouraged, supported and helped! </div>
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Our children are a blessing, heavens to Betsy, yes. Psalm 127. <b> BUT, we can't deflect shame by only showing the happy and successful side of raising kids and family. We combat shame by bringing the weird, funky stuff into the light.</b> Maybe not on the internet but with trusted friends who can stand with you and help you along and call out identity in your children when you can't see it. It goes against the world's ways to bring the things that you're most embarrassed by into the light but that's how we are healed from shame in the Kingdom of God. It's upside down thinking for us but that's where the freedom is. </div>
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<b>Meanwhile, in the trenches of parenting, I cannot measure myself based on my perceived successes or failures in parenting. </b>I cannot measure YOU based on what I perceive as your successes or failures. In parenting, as in life, there is so much unseen and I must must must return to my Father's words to remember my identity and to remember your identity. <i>We are His own</i>. (2 Corinthians 1:22) <i>We are accepted by Him </i>(Romans 15:7) <i>We have been given fullness in Christ who is the head over every power and authority</i> (Col 2:9-10). <i>We are loved</i> (1 John 3).</div>
the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-68557726396459569262014-09-29T18:06:00.001-07:002014-09-29T18:26:30.165-07:00The Shame of Should...Part I<i>Disclaimer: I am no Advanced Theology Scholar...but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. But seriously, just sounding out these thoughts. </i><br />
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When God is teaching me something, I feel like I keep hearing it over and over from different places. Every sermon, every paragraph, every scripture will point towards a central theme that the Lord is etching into my heart. Lately, I keep hearing about and thinking about our shame. It seems like so many of us, as believers, are walking around carrying loads of accusations about what we should be doing and what we should be. We see ourselves as desperately bogged down, heavy-laden with guilt about our short-comings and failures. We project those feelings of shame onto the Lord and we feel that we need to <i>do</i> more to be fully accepted by Christ.<br />
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He has already fully accepted us by the blood of Jesus. We have been clothed in his Righteousness. We don't <i>work</i> to earn our robes of righteousness. He has done all the work on the cross. (Incidentally, this may be the Gospel 101 but it is what I need preached to my heart everyday.)<br />
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A stark contrast to the <i>shame of should</i> is the beckoning of love. Because we are so extravagantly loved, we are free to love others without expectations or guilt. Instead of carrying the weight of every "should" and accusation that the enemy thrusts upon us, we are free to just say "Yes" to the next step towards which he calls us and trust God with the rest. We are free to be a part of his beautiful work of redemption in the world because we're not paralyzed and overwhelmed by our shame. <br />
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Saying "yes" to the next person, task, moment and not being overwhelmed by every "should" in the world requires communing with Him. And to meet with Him is a joyful requirement, not a "should"! Abiding in Him, drawing near to Him is the remedy for the shame of all my shoulds. <br />
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<b>My deepest need is the revelation of His love for me.</b> The joy and freedom that it brings breaks off my heaviness and shame. I can bring every "should" before Him, cast it at his feet and simply take on worship and friendship with Him...saying "yes" to the next step because His yoke is easy and His burden is light. <br />
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the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-32779129922488303242014-06-10T18:42:00.000-07:002014-06-10T18:42:05.946-07:00The Great UnknownAdam's residency graduation program was held on Saturday. It is only fitting to update this blog as we transition into our next season since I wrote my first blog entry while driving up to Pennsylvania for Adam to begin medical school back in 2007. At the graduation ceremony, I sat there and realized how quickly these years have marched by us. Say what you will about graduation or any traditional rite-of-passage ceremony, but they do cause you to sit and reflect on what you've done, where you've failed, what you stand for, what you believe in, and what you will leave behind.<br />
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We feel like different people than those punk kids driving 23 hours with a u-haul and a dog. We were naively moving into a charming english cottage with 80-year-old, single pane windows and no garage in a city with 150+ inches of lake effect snow per year. But, mostly, I look back and see the kindness of God through the seasons of being overwhelmed, through moments of comparison, through times of sorrow and pain, through pity parties, through seasons of zeal and seasons of apathy, through the mundane moments and through the tears of celebration and exhaustion. He was there and He was good and He never withheld love from us. <br />
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I have dreamt of and put so much hope into this next season: having Adam home more often, paying off student loans, going on a family vacation, at some point. But I already feel the need and conviction to hold my expectations loosely. I've already seen that this year will not look the way I had always planned but it can look better. The same daily fixing my eyes on Jesus is needed lest I despair, lest I have a pity party, lest I forget my purpose on this planet, lest I become a slave to my comfort.<br />
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I look towards this next year knowing that God is stirring our hearts and asking obedience from us in ways that were not our plans. Yet I know that His ways are always better than ours, his thoughts far above our own. The things I look to for satisfaction always run dry and leave me weary. His burden is easy. His yoke is light. Here's to the next adventure. the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-10637638983682947072014-02-21T09:33:00.002-08:002014-02-21T09:33:40.973-08:00Hometown ProphetsI am following along with a bible study online and today's reading came from John 4. It was the story of Jesus healing a royal official's child. Before this occurs, though, the text reads: "After the two days he (Jesus) left for Galilee. (Now Jesus himself had pointed out that a prophet has no honor in his hometown)." The story goes on to tell of Jesus healing the child but the part about Jesus knowing that a prophet has no honor in his hometown really stood out to me. <br />
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I think it really exposes our hearts. If someone is from your hometown, you know them. You have seen their humanity. We are all sinners and though Jesus lived a sinless life, even he was a babe in diapers at one point. Not glamorous. But we want glittery prophets...not human ones. We want rockstar prophets, teachers and leaders that we can worship. Instead, God uses broken, imperfect vessels to speak his words and he wants us to draw near to HIM not idolize the teacher or prophet. <br />
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I felt convicted reading this verse that I often dwell more upon the vessel than the Creator. I am thankful that God uses people to speak his word and I have gained wisdom through others' revelations but it's all for nothing if I, myself, do not draw towards Jesus. We're just like the Israelites...it seems easier to just follow a king or a prophet than to actually work out our own faith and draw near to God.<br />
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I am thankful for prophets but they all have a hometown. Let us draw near to Jesus, He is our rescuer and our righteousness. Let's take the words of today's teachers and run towards the creator and sustainer of all men.the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-61022452249459466282014-01-01T09:51:00.001-08:002014-01-01T09:52:04.322-08:00Looking Back to Smile.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I am very excited about 2014 and I anticipate that it's going to be a great year for our family. Adam will finish residency in June! I am so proud of him. He has worked extremely hard for years and years in order to accomplish this dream. Also, I am extremely happy that he has signed a contract and we are staying in Fort Worth! Praise God from whom all blessings flow because we have three grandparents that live in this area and that is a priceless gift. </div>
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Looking ahead to 2014 is exciting but 2013 was a great year too. One last picture reflection with a picture from each month to recap our past year. We are richly blessed and pray that 2014 is full of more fun and adventures together, more love in our home and relationships, and more purpose and life! </div>
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We had a super low-key birthday dinner with my mom & my in-laws. I made chili & we enjoyed cake. Before my mom and my in-laws came over, the boys played in the driveway and scaled Adam's truck. Overall, it was a pretty fun day!<br />
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the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-41769042586008113672013-10-02T17:40:00.000-07:002013-10-02T17:40:03.253-07:00Collin at 9 (ish) Months<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>For my records...</i></span><br />
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crawling everywhere much to the detriment of his big brothers' train tracks, block towers & perfectly lined up cars. Lucky for him, he is the darling of the family and everyone dotes on him constantly.<br />
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Just got his 3rd tooth. Man, his gums bled like crazy!<br />
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the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-61411527940974156792013-09-10T10:15:00.001-07:002013-09-11T08:01:14.158-07:00Tuesdays with Duckies<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We have a great city park about half a mile from our home. I love it because you see people of all ages, colors & sizes exercising on the walking trail or playing with their kids and grand kids. If you ever find yourself becoming hostile towards mankind, this would be a great place to visit. It brings great hope to see all types of people enjoying nature, laughing, playing, visiting with loved ones and it becomes clear that we are all more alike than we are prone to believe. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikBBMvY-EBYGCj-AmC3zBS9Dk5Fgf3UhIZbsNzvevaon0tlejmQhILKs3k1qapnbOK_ABi8T_L0NpmUP_RcLvZlDBPVd7ZGC0OoCYf-a4i6EY1hk8kVGRW_zR2t9TymbCCqseCynNsIWI/s640/blogger-image--1212132106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikBBMvY-EBYGCj-AmC3zBS9Dk5Fgf3UhIZbsNzvevaon0tlejmQhILKs3k1qapnbOK_ABi8T_L0NpmUP_RcLvZlDBPVd7ZGC0OoCYf-a4i6EY1hk8kVGRW_zR2t9TymbCCqseCynNsIWI/s640/blogger-image--1212132106.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwpt5rWqMTispmh3JcvhpmzrppON_7FsgEPk3-DCkHMgU588XcAGTv-3NcsyQ7H65BojYbOhWUCU0AfKfeRJE-DOoC1dt3KZ3CKBuNzbzh1CG3r1Uy5AXybAYoIOOqpOz2ypETCJUxkI/s640/blogger-image--731122646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwpt5rWqMTispmh3JcvhpmzrppON_7FsgEPk3-DCkHMgU588XcAGTv-3NcsyQ7H65BojYbOhWUCU0AfKfeRJE-DOoC1dt3KZ3CKBuNzbzh1CG3r1Uy5AXybAYoIOOqpOz2ypETCJUxkI/s640/blogger-image--731122646.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DUo-r6TTOxYxsXRurIl3QCL9flDE6HAQk3Fd5HqtHWAtqOPt07C-BhoscNlsRh6a6inVnzLbqsIBDItmRBzNpUMi3_JKUf4ZXdkHp1HHhbBs_xR9KzdkztFNgc7NuyCxabRi2IbBPUA/s640/blogger-image-786402064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DUo-r6TTOxYxsXRurIl3QCL9flDE6HAQk3Fd5HqtHWAtqOPt07C-BhoscNlsRh6a6inVnzLbqsIBDItmRBzNpUMi3_JKUf4ZXdkHp1HHhbBs_xR9KzdkztFNgc7NuyCxabRi2IbBPUA/s640/blogger-image-786402064.jpg"></a></div>the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-20494227115102140332013-08-24T07:33:00.001-07:002013-08-24T07:35:32.209-07:00Dragging Bodies<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Guys, Listen. There is a sweet couple in our neighborhood and they often keep their grandson (age 2). They invited our boys over to swim since they felt that their grandson needed some socialization. I happily accepted. What fun to swim! Swell!<br />
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As I try and put rainboots (97 and sunny) on Elliot as he is collapsed in a heap by their doggy door with Collin on my hip, Henry trips over the Waterhose and skins his knee, resulting in a scream/tear combo. (When Henry gets hurt, he gets mad. Angry screams.) I try and usher all the boys out the back gate so we can walk home: this takes effort since Henry & Elliot are sobbing and I'm holding Collin, a pool bag & a life vest. We finally get through the gate, say good-bye and the gate shuts. </div>
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Then my kids <i>really</i> lose it. Henry is lying in their front yard because <i>he only has one leg</i>, he exclaims. Elliot is crying hysterically and I'm not sure why. Henry refuses to walk so I end up dragging him by the arm with Collin on my hip and Elliot grasping to my leg, pleading to go back. Every time that I pause for a break, Henry collapses in a yard, bawling about his knee pain. At one point, I leave Henry in a yard to walk Elliot across a street and tell him to stay put while Collin & I go back to get Henry. Elliot begins screaming, "Don't leave Henry!!!" over and over, alerting the neighbors to my child abandonment. I finally drag everyone down our driveway & into the house where I can apply band aids and try to keep the screaming to a minimum since Adam is sleeping after his night shift. Everyone was sent to lie down and rest their bodies.</div>
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So, neighbors...you're welcome for the socialization.<br />
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the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-32986403837742754632013-08-06T13:56:00.004-07:002013-08-06T13:56:59.864-07:00Breaking Out.<div>
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Since I'm such an infrequent blogger lately, I've provided you with a song to keep you informed. Picture me rapping:</div>
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Summer, summer<br />
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Building block towers, doing a silly dance</div>
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Superhero Wannabes</div>
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Daddy working hard<br />
at work & in the yard<br />
Laying down that discipline & fun at home<br />
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Crazy family times<br />
Mama busting out them rhymes<br />
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the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-81374250948505215502013-07-25T18:17:00.002-07:002013-07-25T18:17:39.154-07:00Napportunities.<i>Napportunities</i> is a word that I came up with which simply means opportunities for napping. I offer my boys a napportunity every day and my eldest two rarely take it. I mean, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink. So while I have them lie down and "rest their bodies", they do everything but slap themselves in the face to stay awake. Wait, oh yes, I do believe that Henry has slapped himself in the face before in order to stay awake. <br />
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I have learned to let this go because the perk of your preschool age children not napping is that they will go to bed earlier at night. That sounds horrible but, let's face it, after 13 hours of parenting, it's time to clock out. I recently had a bout with 24-hour a day parenting while Elliot had Hand, Foot & Mouth disease. It was dreadful, the kid was in so much pain and had huge sores in his mouth. I felt awful for him but also a little awful for me because he couldn't sleep and would be up whining at all hours but, being two, often refused medicine at 3 a.m. or spit it all over my comforter (He was sleeping in our bed while Adam slept in Elliot's bed). The point being, I had a recent experience with 24/7 parenting lately and the Lord sustained me and I wanted to be there for Elliot but, on a day to day basis, I know that we need to shut it down at a decent hour if nobody's going to nap. <br />
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Henry & Elliot have been sharing a room for a few months now and, well, it has been an adventure.<br />
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Tonight, about 10 minutes after bedtime, they were found in their closet with all of their blankets from their beds. They had a pile of books and Henry had pulled on some jeans. When asked about where his original pants had gone and if he'd taken them off, he replied that they had just slid off. <br />
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Another night, I walked in after hearing the sound of train tracks being thrown against the walls and manic laughter. Train tracks were removed and now there are basically no toys in their room.<br />
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Some nights they jump from bed to bed. Some nights they roll around on the floor. Sometimes they are in the bathroom. They almost always make some kind of weird noise and they laugh a lot. Bedtime used to be a lot simpler with separate rooms but we're giving them some good material for reminiscing one day.the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-72901402419640553852013-06-11T18:27:00.000-07:002013-06-11T18:27:13.705-07:00This One Time.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">This one time, when I was a freshman in college, I had really short hair and so I decided to get extensions.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Mind you, this was before extensions were so mainstream & accessible for white folks. So, my friend, Mary Hurst, and I went down 26th street to a place called<b> Queens by La'trice</b> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">one Saturday morning and I spent 4 hours in the chair. (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">La'trice</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">had me pick up my extensions from a beauty supply the day before...I did not go to the right beauty supply and ended up with some interesting extensions).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> First of all, she braided all of my hair to my head (very tightly- ow). Then, she sewed the extensions onto my hair. Then, she trimmed up the extensions into a fashionable,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">layery</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">cut.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> The only problem? Well, the hair did not match my skin tone. The hair did not match my ethnicity. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It was like</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Aliyah's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">hair on my head (rest in peace). It just did not look right, people. Plain and simple. (I am the one who bought the hair extensions so this was on me, not La'trice.)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I left the extensions in for approximately three days. I spent most of these three days with my hair in a ponytail. Then, my scalp was itching and I couldn't reach it except by jamming pencil lead into my skull and so I surrendered and walked down to my friend Mary's dorm room and she cut out all my extensions.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">P.S. I only have one photo documenting this hair excursion. It was taken on a disposable camera and my hair is in a ponytail at a Baylor football game. I kinda wish I had some more documentation for you.</span>the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-56448251457780212052013-06-09T18:46:00.000-07:002013-06-09T18:46:04.319-07:00These Days.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Adam has less than 13 months of residency left. <br />
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My mom moved to town at the end of May and it has been so lovely for me. I know that starting over is a great challenge but I so value having her near us. The boys <i>definitely</i> love seeing her often. The other day, she brought over Dollar General shaving cream and the boys squirted it out and then drove toy cars through it. Genius.<br />
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I go to the YMCA to a class called Body Pump. Have you heard of it? It's basically an hour long class of weight training and it is so good. I would never push myself that hard on my own in the gym. I try to go twice a week.<br />
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We took a week off of paleo for my birthday and now are back at it. I realized, during my birthday week, that I still have a lot of room to grow in self-control (as I shoved the most delicious sweet rolls down my throat from Chicken Express, of all places). Now we do give ourselves a cheat day once a week, though.<br />
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I've mentioned that Adam's father is retired and Adam's mother is a teacher. She is off during the summers and they live about 25 minutes away from us and are wonderful. We visit them tons in the summer and swim in their pool and just enjoy general merriment with them. Adam and I turn songs from Les Mis into songs about wasps and the rafts in the pool. (We like to smash wasps with these little mini-rafts). Powers, our old dog, lives with them now and he seems to like it that way.<br />
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Water guns, Pump It Up, birthday parties, Sunday church, riding bikes in the driveway, swimming pools, movie stars.<br />
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5 months & 20 days old.</div>
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Happy, gummy smiley kid. (no teeth yet).</div>
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Happy baby but atrocious sleeper.</div>
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the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-44414938004945408862013-06-07T18:30:00.002-07:002013-06-07T18:30:30.992-07:00Elliot Hayden<br />
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2.5 years old.<br />
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Little sunshine. Such a happy guy.<br />
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Wants to do everything like big brother.<br />
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Loves coloring & painting. (Henry couldn't care less so this is new to me)<br />
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Will eat almost anything.<br />
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29 lbs.<br />
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Not very interested in swimming. Mainly enjoys lounging on the top step & being silly .<br />
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Super interested in animals.<br />
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Cute Vocab: Wowy-Powy (Rolly-Polly), "Nenry" (Henry), "Pick up you" (Pick me up), "Push da butt!" (Push the button)<br />
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Lovey, Dovey Bear.<br />
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<br />the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-33411885553391177702013-06-06T18:10:00.003-07:002013-06-06T18:10:38.609-07:00Henry James<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my favey things about blogging is being able to look back and remember. What was Elliot's first word? I don't know. Check the blog. Oh, it was Dada. Cool beans. <br />
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So, here's the Henry report, for my records.<br />
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Henry.<br />
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4 years old.<br />
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Swims like a stinking dolphin.<br />
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Still really into tractors, toy fire trucks, police cars & ambulances.<br />
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Great imagination. Loves pretending to be a sheriff, fire fighter, super hero, and doctor.<br />
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Intense. Booooy, howdy. Whether happy, sad, silly, sweet, or mad. Intensity.<br />
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Recently into fishing with Daddy. Anything with Daddy, really.<br />
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loves pb&honey sandwiches and TJ's yogurt.<br />
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Wonderful, wild Henry.<br />
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<br />the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-49016210795433831612013-06-05T08:17:00.001-07:002013-06-05T08:22:18.080-07:00Controversial TopicI know that I was raised in Louisiana by a well-mannered southern woman and what I am about to say is considered blasphemy round them parts but I am just going to say it...<br />
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Brace yourself, ghost of Emily Post.<br />
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Can we all agree to stop writing thank you notes? I know that it's a lovely gesture of gratitude but, lately, the obligation is just a hot, steamy pile of guilt. <br />
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Maybe my question should be, "Could you excuse me from writing thank you notes for these next few years?"<br />
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My oldest son, love him dearly, is the most meddlesome child you have ever seen and, in the last 4 months, has hidden my thank you note lists and has taken to delivering my unmailed (and often, unaddressed) thank you notes to places around the house as he pretends to be a mailman.<br />
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I can't keep track. Who has received a thank you note? Which ones have I written but Henry had hidden in his various mailbags? And each time that I receive a lovely thank you note in the mail from one of my more thoughtful & organized people, it's like a reminder that I am...not so much.<br />
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So, if I owe you a thank you note, forgive me. If you owe me one, please don't sweat it. Incidentally, I could write a thank you note right now except that I'm nursing a baby in the dark.<br />
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Sorry, Mama. the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-50790622626471281542013-06-04T18:11:00.001-07:002013-06-04T18:11:25.306-07:00Tending to My Sheep.My days are not all roses & butterflies and sometimes I yell and want to hit trees with a baseball bat. But <i>sometimes </i>my eyes are opened to the beauty of these fleeting days and this unique season.<br />
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Mothering little ones reminds me of David out tending his sheep, before the whole running-from-Saul days. David was out in nature, taking care of his sheep and meeting their needs but with lots of time for conversing with God and noticing his hand in the world around him. This is so like mothering little folks. They require supervision and work, but our days are slow, in ways. Henry just turned four in April, so we aren't doing the t-ball, soccer, music lessons, boy scout deals yet. We have a couple of low-key activities and the rest of our days are flexible. We can dig for rolly pollies. We can walk to the pond near our house and feed the ducks. We can use the toy excavator to pick up rocks and put them into a dump truck. <br />
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I remember when Henry was 2 and Elliot was 7 months old. Elliot napped twice a day, Henry napped once and their naps were staggered. This meant that we were locked down at the house for about six hours a day, which goes completely against my mom-nature. I tend to want to be out and about, going and blowing. But, though I feared being at home with little people for hours on end, they ended up being some of my sweetest days. I felt more aware of God everywhere I looked and I look back and can see growth and specific areas that he refined in my heart during that season. <br />
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Now my boys are bigger & there are more of them. The older two require me to be a referee more often but there is still lots of space for communing and seeing God, if I open my eyes and let go of distraction. That's key: embracing quiet moments and not immediately turning to the next thing. He is tenderly leading me (and you) as I shepherd my little guys. <br />
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<br />the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-33806503095521018962013-06-03T04:00:00.000-07:002013-06-03T04:00:09.352-07:00Family Pictures Almost Killed Me.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, <a href="http://www.reflectinggrace.com/" target="_blank">Rachel</a>, a friend from church, is a photographer and makes beautiful photographs. She was running a mini-sessions special and so we signed up so that we could have some pictures with old #3 (Sweet Collin) in them. <br />
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First off, getting out the door. Our session was at 6:30 p.m. and so we did afternoon baths and prep. I, of course, was unprepared and the boys ended up in semi-random clothes and Elliot had an ink stain on his pants. Incidentally, these are pants that Adam bought for Henry when Henry was 3 months old. They are Patagonia sun-protection pants and I really didn't want Adam to buy the pants because I thought that they were too expensive but Adam did and somehow they were larger than the 6 months size that they were labeled as and, long story short, our boys have worn these pants for 5 summers now. <br />
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So, Adam was right. Good investment. <br />
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I couldn't find any eyeliner and so I ended up using Adam's surgical skin marker from the hospital (it was purple...and long-lasting). I probably should buy some makeup. At this point, I only own mascara, lipstick, and some concealer from 2008.<br />
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Anyways, back to the family pictures. Rachel is a pro and knows how to work with crazy families but posing for pictures is about the most unnatural thing for little boys to do. We were constantly threatening and bribing Henry and Elliot (Super parenting strategy!) and they were constantly running off or pretending to be asleep/dead (Henry). <br />
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Needless to say, I was totally fried after our 45 minutes session. We stopped for Sonic ice cream for the boys and Adam and I cracked open a bottle of wine at home. I did not have high expectations for our family picture turn-out.<br />
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<br />the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214459341650952218.post-43937560231847575792013-06-02T17:42:00.001-07:002013-06-02T17:44:51.421-07:00Paddle BalloonI don't have too many brilliant ideas but, every so often, my ingenuity will appear & I'll pass it along.<br />
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So Adam has a precious aunt who always sends the boys fun little care packages. And, boy...does she know what kids like. Glo sticks, 3D dinosaur books, light up trucks, stickers, etc. Jackpot.<br />
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So, in her most recent care package, she included two sets of foam paddles and a soft ball. Unfortunately, our guys still lack the hand-eye coordination to be very good at this mini tennis game. Fortunately, I had an idea.<br />
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See, because I'm not a very good housekeeper, we still have a few resilient balloons sitting around our home from Henry's birthday (April 21st). So we replaced the soft foam balls with balloons and it turns out the boys are great at paddle balloon (patent pending). <br />
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Ok, so maybe it wasn't the most genius idea ever but it's entertained us and justified my weird balloon hoarding.<br />
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-Sally Clarkson, quoting an unnamed British gardener<br />
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"Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of live."<br />
-Proverbs 4:23<br />
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Lately, I am learning the discipline of gardening my heart. That is, bringing my doubts, complaints and pity party tendencies before the Lord and sewing seeds of thanksgiving and worship. Fixing the eyes of my heart on beauty and my eternal hope and learning the practice of bringing every worry, every unknown before God and resting in Him.<br />
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I say discipline and practice because this does not come naturally to me. I can easily stew over a frustration or worry and work myself up into a tizzy. I can easily let all kinds of weird ideas and beliefs rush through my garden gate and not protect that which is beautiful and life-giving. Lord, help me to sew in truth and love and tend to the weeds that choke out life.the Jennings secede from the Southhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450909038527454552noreply@blogger.com2