Be still, dangit.

Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is holy
Be still, O restless soul of mine
Bow before the Prince of peace
Let the noise and clamor cease

Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is faithful
Consider all that He has done
Stand in awe and be amazed
And know that He will never change
Be still

Be still, and know that He is God
Be still, and know that He is God
Be still, and know that He is God

Be still; Be speechless

Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know He is our Father
Come rest your head upon His breast
Listen to the rhythm of His unfailing heart of love
Beating for His little ones
Calling each of us to come
Be still, Be still

Oh mama.

Mama gave me all my baby book stuff a while back.  After looking at it, I put it up in the attic to keep it safe from my destructive tendencies.   Recently though, we've been wanting to look at it to see when I hit different milestones.   So I crawled up in the stupid, spider's-hang-in-mid-air attic and found it.

I was looking through the first year calendar mama kept.  It makes me realize how badly I'm doing at that part of motherhood.   I'm keeping this blog and I'm writing down when she does stuff like laugh or roll over (which she sorta did on Monday, P.S.) but mama took it to a whole other level.   She wrote down things like when I got an ear infection and what kind of medicine they gave me... when I first pitched a fit when Lindsay took a toy from me(she's always been out to get me)... what the wind chill was at the Christmas parade that year...   etc.

Wanna know what my first word was?

Cookie.

Shoulda known.

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

You know that feeling where you realize you've made a horrible mistake?  And then after a few minutes, after it's had time to really sink in, you realize what a colossal idiot you are?   And then you realize that you can't undo it? 

I hate that feeling.

Especially when there's money involved.