Tongue Tied

Because I've demonstrated just how awesomely consistent I am with blogging here (cough, cough), I decided to add another  blog to my responsibilities. Because, multi-tasking is my middle name. Not much of interest yet, but keep checking. http://thepracticehousesethswife.blogspot.com/

It seems like Attachment Parenting is in the news a lot lately, thanks to a magazine cover designed to create negative attention and make AP moms look nutty. Yesterday, I read an interview with a celebrity who labels herself and AP, and reading through the comments, I was kinda surprised by the negativity and harsh response people have about it. If you don't know what Attachment Parenting is, it's basically just a mindset of childrearing that advocates extended breastfeeding, co-sleeping, baby wearing, and things like that. Dr. Sears made it famous, but it's been around since ancient times. I wouldn't call myself fully AP, but I was doing things that fit in with this mindset before I knew it was a thing. A lot of aspects of AP changed my life in a positive way. However, I did NOT set out to be an AP parent. In fact, before Thing One was born, I was full of this holier than thou idea that a lot of the mean comments in that article embodied. I thought children like ...

The last post was both difficult and a relief to write. It's been on my heart for a long time, but words weren't flowing eloquently about it until I decided to face it head on. This whole forgiving the perpetrator thing is still not something I've mastered. But I'm glad to be able to say I'm working on it. I'm not just conveniently ignoring it anymore. I'm not accepting the party line of feeling like I don't have to like this person. That resentment is justified. God's ways are not our ways. And He's calling me beyond "good enough" forgiveness to Christlike forgiveness. I have a very sweet and wise friend who related to me that when she was struggling with forgiveness for an individual, it helped her immensely to memorize verses to remind herself of what God wanted from her. I've used this technique in lots of areas of my life (and it totally works), so I was like UM, DUH Sethswife. Why hadn't I done that yet? Probably bec...

I thought I was good at this. I thought I was the kind of person that let things slide off her back, that went with the flow and didn't turn bitter. Truth be told, I was a little proud of that--how I never let things get to me and didn't waste time holding grudges. Whenever you feel proud of something, get ready to be tested on it. Forgiveness is easy when it's someone I love. I don't have to give it a second thought. Love is worth it that way. You can mean the words "I forgive you" as soon as you say them. There's no question in my heart that nothing is too big to forgive when it comes to the elemental people in my life. And I don't normally obsess over the random slight or wrongdoing of someone not really in my world much. At least not for very long. I usually end up finding the humor in it and looking at the offense through the sideways glance of sarcasm. I don't get hurt easily, and I don't stay hurt for long. Except in this one i...

Morning Spongebob at the hotel. Homegirl and Homegirl's twin. Me turning 30. Schenley Park in Pittsburgh. Homegirl's Secret Service. Playing in the park. A bridge in West Virginia. A well-timed tail flip. The sky was super awesome today. Dirty windshield. Actually linked up this month! 

Things I can no longer do now that I'm thirty: 1. Go to bed without taking off my makeup and moisturizing. 2. Paint all day without being sore. 3. Tease people about being old. 4. Eat whatever I want without my body saying "I'll just apply that to the excess in your midsection". 5. Wear mini skirts. (I gave up that one at about two years old.) 6. Get ready to go somewhere in five minutes. Things I refuse to give up even though I'm thirty: 1. High heels. 2. Painting all day. 3. Reminding my sisters and husband that I'm younger than they are. 4. Chocolate. 5. Being carded. 6. Staying up too late.