(Charlo is not who we had in mind when we bought this for Christmas. But he loves it.)
This is who we had in mind:
(And Seth also loves it. It's a Carter's activity gym thing.)
Did you notice that dimple? Sooo cute. He used to have more dimples, but then his face got pudgy, and they disappeared. I hope they come back one day.
Two really odd things happened today. FIrst, Mike and I took our two younger kids to breakfast. Not odd, but we also took our cat. See above, to get full absurdity of this. Long story, but we all had to leave the house for a few hours, including Charlo. The cat did not yowl in the car, as expected. Caden-1yr did yowl in the car, though, doing a distressed cat impersonation that was PAINFUL. And especially obnoxious, since the cat? THe cat was SILENT, and we still had to listen to a painful rendition of cat yowling. The cat was probably horrified into silence, by the one year old making cat yowling noises.
And odd thing number 2? ALso a long story that has a 10 year history. Here it is in a nutshell, and I ask your forgiveness now. A decade ago I was also interested greatly in shoes. One Saturday someone knocked on my door, and I thought "Yea! It is the UPS man delivering my new so cute sandals with brown strappy straps from J.Crew! Yea!" Then, I looked around and realized, since it was Saturday and I was single and lazy at the time, that I was still not dressed. So, what to do? I wrapped a blanket around myself, since hello? I could not let the UPS man and those shoes go away! It was Saturday, and if they went away, I would not get them until Monday! So I - wrapped in blanket - open the door.
And it is NOT the UPS man. It is NOT my new so cute sandals with brown strappy straps from J.Crew. It's two old white guys. Correction, two old white guys with WIDE OPEN mouths and eyes, since they were not expecting a 19 yr old girl in only a blanket to open the door. (and hello? the 19 yr old girl in a blanket was expecting SHOES. SHOES, people!)
So what did I get instead?
Really. They were there because I'd visited their church and had filled out a visitor card. (which I NEVER would have done if I thought someone would ever come to my door) They asked if I knew Jesus. Nope. Did I want to? Well, been thinking about it, actually. And we stood on the porch and talked, and prayed and BAM. Eternity changing moment, while I wore just a blanket.
Later Mike and I met and we started going to this church. One of the guys from that day was teaching a class and he pointed out that you never know what you're going to be faced with when telling people about Christ. The point is to stay focused, keep your eyes where they're supposed to be (ha ha ha, sooo funny), and don't let any 'distractions' get in the way.
Today at breakfast we ran into this guy, who cracks up into huge laughs every time he sees me. He recounts the story for anyone who is around (today it was his wife, Mike, and a friend of theirs). And I stand there, so embarassed, but so thankful that on that particular day, it wasn't about a pair of shoes. That day it was a much bigger delivery that I was certainly underdressed for, and seemingly unprepared for.
(The shoes were glorious, and only wore out year before last. The salvation I received instead that day of course, is mine forever. So, too, is the embarrassment of this story every time I run into this guy. Who is a pastor now. Who should know better. But Who does not know better than to bring up the Naked Porch Conversion. But whatever.)