Four weeks ago today, Carson Luke Allison tumbled into the world. He celebrated this momentous occasion by christening Chloe with urine and covering his bassinet with poop as soon as I removed his diaper this morning. However, he did proceed to sleep long enough this morning to allow me a shower AND time to paint my toenails!!! You have no clue what this meant to me… Anyway, here are some pics of our little one month old bundle of poop… I mean bundle of joy… today. Enjoy 🙂
Carson enjoyed (i.e. slept through) his first Super Bowl on Sunday. Matt dressed him for the big affair, as you can tell by the VT booties, football onesie, and jeans (who knew they made jeans for babies this small?!). Perhaps next year he will be a little more enthused about the big event (or at least about the yummy food that goes along with the night).
There’s this song we used to sing all the time in church called “What a Mighty God We Serve.” I haven’t thought of that song or lyrics in a long, long time, but when I was reading through the Lawrenson’s blog today (http://cfhusband.blogspot.com), the words to this old-school church song flooded my mind.
I have been following the blog of Nathan Lawrenson, worship leader of Nags Head Church, for a while now. He is the husband to Tricia who has cystic fibrosis and is currently waiting for a lung transplant and the father to Gwyneth Rose who was born at 24 weeks gestation just weeks ago due to Tricia’s rapidly deteriorating health. They have had quite a ride through all of this, as is so beautifully chronicled in Nathan’s blog, but what continues to blow me away is the tremendous faith the Lawrensons have demonstrated through all of this and the undeniable ways in which God’s hand has been at work.
You really do need to check out their website, marvel at the pictures of precious Gwyneth Rose, and take a second to appreciate our mighty God.
One week ago today, I was once again brought to the realization that we live in a fallen world, and Richmond, VA just so happens to be the hub of much “fallen-ness” (that’s a word, I swear). Last Friday afternoon, Matt, Carson, and I were sprawled out on the bed flipping through the channels, trying to wind down after a busy week, and we stalled on the NBC12 evening news to catch up on the headlines. Well, all attempts to wind down promptly halted as I heard the news anchors mention that it was Fugitive Friday, after which mugshots of menacing looking Richmonders flashed up on the screen. Matt and I just looked at each other and laughed- somehow we found the fact that we live in a city in which there is a need to have such a thing as Fugitive Friday oddly amusing. Not only did Richmond have the highest gonorrhea rates of all US cities several years ago (sorry but it’s true), but now my pride in my hometown continued to falter with the realization that there are such high numbers of fugitives on the loose. No, really- I do love Richmond, but I do think I will double (and triple) check that our doors are locked before my head hits the pillow tonight. Happy Fugitive Friday everyone!!
Today’s post is dedicated to two of my most loyal readers, Matt and Josh. This is just fair warning that the subject matter to follow will seem alarmingly boring to pretty much everyone else….
My loving husband could not seem to wake up this morning. Yes, we do have a newborn at home, so this must certainly be the result of Carson-induced sleep deprivation… right?! Nope, try again. The reason I practically had to kick Matt out of bed this morning is due to the fact that he was up until nearly 3am scouring the website entitled “Orioles Hangout”, otherwise referred to (at least by Matt and Josh) as “OH”.
Now, allow me to provide a brief background of this website that is so near and dear to the heart of my husband. On second thought, I think I might just let you read the header to today’s biggest news on “OH”:
“OriolesHangout.com Managing Editor Scott Hoffman summarizes the rumors and musings surrounding the potential trade of LHP Erik Bedard.”
So, I admittedly have no clue what an “LHP” is, and I’ve never heard of this Erik Bedard character, but this exemplifies beautifully what this silly website is all about. In short, hundreds of Orioles-crazed individuals get together via this oh-so-popular hub of baseball activity to talk about what they *think* might happen with the O’s and to guess who just *might* get traded. Oh, the excitement in our house escalates dramatically when a so-called “expert” or “insider” drops the news of a big trade or other equally monumental change in this less than stellar MLB team. (No offense to the Orioles or their fans, but let’s not kid ourselves… the Orioles lose a lot.) Matt will often announce the big news to me and upon realizing that I could care less, he will dial up Josh who just eggs him throughout the remainder of the night. The thing that makes me laugh the most is when these “Orioles gurus” get it all wrong… they get people like Matt all bent out of shape about some crazy trade that is bound to occur, and guess what– the trade never happens, and hundreds of psycho fans are left scrambling for answers on the OH message boards.
So what is the point of all of this? Well, I would first like to acknowledge that I am glad that Matt is a dedicated fan to a bad team… it makes me feel a little more secure as his wife. You know- if he is that loyal to a team like the Orioles who lose all the time, he is bound to be loyal to me even when I screw up, right?! I would also like to say that I might just have to start providing my personal input for all of the curious fans who stalk the site for answers… so be on guard, boys, for you never know who might be giving you your inside info. Finally, I would like to add that I think Orioles Hangout is just outright silly. Yep, that sums this post up well. The end.
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