Grateful Acres

I sat down to read a little tonight (which is unusual, usually I read in the morning and FB/blog at night), and opened to Isaiah 65. I found a section that struck me, right where I'm at right now, and also resonated with the last few years of my life. Here's most of it: ch. 65:17-24ish "(God) will create a new heaven & a new earth. The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind. Be glad and rejoice forever in what (God) will create... the sound of weeping and crying will be heard no more. Never again will there be and infant who lives but a few days, or an old man who does not live out his years... People will build houses and dwell in them; they will plant vineyards and eat their fruit. No longer will they build houses and others live in them, or plant and others eat. For as the days of a tree, so will be the days of (God's) people; (God's) chosen ones will long enjoy the works of their hands. They will not toil in vein or bear children

{ I feel I've been spared in the area of awful poop/throwup stories, in the mom-world. I have my share of stories that probably shouldn't be swapped over dinner, but nothing to blog about... until today. My poop stories begin! A little back-ground info first: Jonathan is 2/3 of the way through potty training. He is consistently keeping underwear dry all day, but I'd been putting him in diapers for sleeping while he got the hang of the whole potty/underwear thing. Recently I've been working on having him sleep in underwear, but during the few weeks of diapers in bed, he has been waiting to poop until he knows he's in a diaper... which is only in his bed. So, consistently, 20-30 minutes after I put him to bed, "mama, I poopy...". A few days ago he got out of bed by himself and when I discovered him he told me, "mama, I poop. I put diaper in potty." He had pooped, taken off his diaper, dumped the poop in the toilet, and thrown the diaper in too! (h

This photo ended up looking like a mug shot, which was not my intention! ...cutest little line-up I've ever seen, though :) The story behind these pictures was actually a few days ago. Jonathan was awake in his bed during naptime, much longer than normal- whispering. Normally I let him whisper for a few minutes and if he takes longer than normal to settle in (like this day), then I go in and ask him to stop. When I went in, he had been playing with his Teddy, Clifford and Puppy. I asked him what he was doing and he looked up and said, "I kissa-wobby, mama!". To which I replied... "you're what??" "I kissa-wobby!". Translation: Christopher Robin! He had been in his bed playing with his animals, pretending he was Christopher Robin! I couldn't really take a photo of that, since I was trying to discourage not-sleeping, so when he stuffed the bottoms of his little animals through the crib this morning, I saw my chance! A couple of cute, sweet moments