Category Archives: Parenthood

For The Moments I Feel Faint

by Relient K

Am I at the point of no improvement?
What of the death I still dwell in?
I try to excel, but I feel no movement.
Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

Never underestimate my Jesus.
You’re telling me that there’s no hope.
I’m telling you you’re wrong.

Never underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumbles
He will be strong, He will be strong

I throw up my hands
“Oh, the impossibilities”
Frustrated and tired
Where do I go from here?
Now I’m searching for the confidence I’ve lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear


I think I can’t, I think I can’t
But I think You can, I think You can
I think I can’t, I think I can’t
But I think You can, I think You can
Gather my insufficiencies and
place them in Your hands, place them in Your hands, place them in Your hands

The Most Disgusting Thing In Parenthood

As a parent you become used to many things that anyone that isn’t a parent would find disgusting (at least in regards to your own kids). Slobber, vomit, wet diapers, “dirty” diapers…you get the picture.

While there have been a few times the vomit and “dirties” have grabbed a hold of my stomach a bit, there is one thing that these do not, and cannot, hold a candle to. That would be spoiled milk.

While it isn’t too uncommon for my children to leave their cups somewhere that I can’t find them for a little while, say a day at most, I recently ran across a cup full of milk that had been missing for well over a month. I had assumed we’d just left the cup somewhere since there were two missing and neither had shown up.

Not thinking much of it, especially since the cup was apparently designed to not allow any smells out, I decided to open it up to wash the cup. Words cannot describe the involuntary urge to spew that the wretched stench brought about. This ranks right up there with the smell of a paper mill (if you’ve had that lovely experience) and rotting meat. It is horrid.

So as a word of advice, if you’re ever in this situation, resit the urge to “save” the cup…throw it away and buy a new one. I know that if the still M.I.A. cup ever shows up, it is going directly into the trash can.  Please learn from my misadventure.  Trust me, you’ll thank me for it.


It cracks me up that my two year old goes around talking about podcasts and today my one year old began to add to the fun (as he’s starting to get out of the gibberish only phase).

I had the television on this morning and a pirate toy commercial came on and as soon as they said “pirate” he said “Arrgh!” in his best pirate growl which struck me as funny. But I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised since I’m always going around talking about the podcast AND talking like a pirate to my kids. But that sure is funny and an excellent reminder of how much children pick up.

Hazing Expert Hank Nuwer

On the noon news today they were interviewing a “hazing expert” which sparked my interest as to what exactly that meant. (Does he have excellent hazing skills or is he a researcher about what hazing is going on? Luckily it was the later.)

Seriously, parents might want to keep an eye on Hank Nuwer’s Hazing Blog to keep in touch with what their children may encounter and parent accordingly.