Trey's Top Ten (Okay, Eight...)

Trey's Top Eight Reasons to Get Out of Bed

8. I need to take my vitamin.
(We really tried to think of everything the first night, but alas we forgot the vitamin.)

7. I'm cold.
(The poor thing usually sleeps in his underwear (his choice), but without his heater father, he was cold.)

6. Mommy, I want to tell you something.
(And I quote, "ah, um". Yea, he had nothing.)

5. I have to go potty.
(We'll give him credit...it was in the middle of the night and he went right back to bed.)

4. Daddy, the time isn't right on my Chevy clock.
(No, the child does not know how to tell time.)

3. I want to read a book. (At 2:30am)
(To which I told him, "Go for it". And he went back to bed and woke up with his Diggers book on the bed.)

2. I want to sleep with yooouuuuu. Tears flowing.

And the number 1 reason Trey uses to get out of bed:

1. Daddy, I can't sleep. Lightning McQueen is staring at me.
(So, Frank went to his room, removed the poster from the wall and turned it around toward the wall.)

He is doing great! He is making it easy on me, for which I am grateful. And he likes that McGwire (the dog) sleeps in his room with him.

Two is company, three's a crowd.

Because of the circumstances of December 2007 Trey has been permanently camped out in our bed. And let me be the one to tell you, I permanently put him there. We had tried a few times to put him in his own bed, but the anxiety I felt was unbearable.

The ironic part of all of this is that I was the first person to tell anyone that children sleeping in their parent's bed was crazy. Yes, crazy. And here I am, 15 months into having a child sleeping in my bed.


It has become so convenient in so many ways. Because, just go ahead and try to put him in his bed. Yea, good luck with that. It's not pretty. And who do we have to blame for that? Huh? Who?

Yep...me.


But, you see, one thing I swore I would not let happen, is happening. I refuse to let this circumstance be a "crutch" for him. I refuse to let the abuse define who Trey is. And I as his mother need to stop. He is 4 years-old and needs to sleep in his own bed.

Frank and I need our bed back to ourselves. Yea, it's a king size bed, but not meant for 3 of us. We need a few hours in the evening to ourselves.

(The funny part of this picture is that Frank is all the way at the edge of his side of the bed. Trey is smack-dab next to him, with the entire king bed behind Trey. It really is craziness.)

So tonight is it! After some discussion and planning, Trey will be put in his bed tonight, SuperNanny style. I know it won't be easy, but it needs to be done. So, around 9 o'clock tonight, could ya say a little prayer for us. All three of us.

Wordless Wednesday

Flowers From My Boy

Spring is here...kinda. It was 70 degrees today, but it supposed to be 40 tomorrow. We took advantage of the nice weather and spent a little time outside today.

My sweet little guy was riding his new John Deere bike he got from his Grammy & Pappy.




Which he absolutely LOVES, by the way.

Well, he jumped off his bike and told me he'd be right back. He proceeded to run to the yard and came back with these:


What a sweet little guy. He then told me we could use these when Daddy and I get married. Hee, hee. I told him we already were and he said that no we aren't. I guess he wants to be there for the occasion! Love him.

What I needed to hear...

I'm in a valley right now. Don't know why, exactly, but here I am. I met with Barbara yesterday and she asked me some pretty profound questions... How's your relationship with God? Do you think God is stripping you so you depend on Him alone? Why can't you let her go?

Lately, I have felt alone. And I just sit in my loneliness. Waiting for...I don't know what. Am I protecting myself? Protecting Trey? I am an extrovert...it's the way God made me and yet here I sit, by myself, at home for days. And wonder, why.

Then this morning I read Angie Smith's blog and here is an excerpt...referring to God.

Because I have no doubt that His hands, His HUGE hands make the sky and the earth and the planets and the stars and so on and so on.

But is it possible that those same hands can wrap themselves around something as small as a knife? Something so small as my day to day needs? My hurts? My fears and doubts? The situations that seem like nothing to those around me but keep me awake at night?

He can make the waters part. No problem. That makes sense to me. BIG hands. Got it.
He can resurrect His dead Son from a cross. That sounds about right- He is God after all. Logical.
But can He wrap those same hands around the "little things?"

As I sit here today I realize God is sitting waiting for me to ask Him to help me...that's all He wants. And yet I don't give Him the "little" things (by my definition).

Please, go to Angie's blog and read today's post. It will be worth it, I promise.