Binky Box

Jocelyn was a Binky baby and has now turned into a Binky toddler. She is also extremely attached to her lovey, a pink square of satin with a rabbit head on it she affectionately calls Hop-hop. I have no problem with the lovey, I know that in time it will stay in her bed -not true for the Binky. I hate that she carries it around all the time, talks around it, cries for it, wakes up at night for it... and I don't like the looks we get when out in public either. Matt and I have tried several things, trying to get her to keep it in a pocket (that lasted about 5 minutes), taking it away cold turkey (that lasted until bedtime and we have never had a more miserable day). This week I decided to let Jocelyn make a Binky Box. She painted a small wooden box and I wrote Binky Box on the top. Every morning she has to put her Binky in the box and cannot get it out until nap/bed time. This has actually worked! We have had a few fussy moments, the first day especially was a little rough but now she is used to the idea and does not fight it at all. She actually gets a excited to pick a Binky from the box when it is time to sleep! The next step will be getting her to sleep without it... something I am not looking forward to!

Mother's Day

See the Mother's Day post... look at the post from May 4, for some reason I cannot get it to change the date!

And today's visit....

...is cancelled. Destinee's Mom relapsed on Monday and has checked into a detox center and her Dad sprained his ankle and that is preventing him from coming to the visit. We saw Destinee's Mom on Sunday picking her up from her Grandparent's visit and Matt and I both commented on how much better she looked than when we first met her. It's sad that she couldn't stay clean but hopefully she will get the help she needs. As far as her Dad goes, I can only say that nothing would stop me from seeing my baby after not seeing her for a week, especially not a sprained ankle!

Prayers for Mothers based on scripture

I had to repost this.

Dear God,

In her face we see our own reflection. To love her is to love ourselves, to understand our complexities, our dreams, our boundaries.

We thank you for Eve, who stretched our thoughts and wonders, and who felt the depth of loss of her own son.

We thank you for the Mother of Moses, who risked the dangers of 'letting go' when she placed her firstborn in the Nile among the alligators.

We thank you for Sarah who wandered around the desert with her husband, became pregnant beyond her safety net... and laughed in the face of the future.

We thank you for the generations who followed the patterns of promise in the destiny of all those created in your female image, and for their children who helped nurture their siblings, their households, the communities and the churches in every age.

We thank you for the mothers of John and Jesus who suffered the loss of their sons in the way of the Lord. They shared their joys and their triumphs, their sorrows and their loss with the world. We thank you for your passion for this world in the way of the mothers and fathers of generations who suffered, sacrificed, bled and died because of their love and hope in the future.

We thank you God for our own mothers.

Happy Mothers Day - I can't think of anything that I would rather be than a Mother, it is the best thing in the world!