So, I realized that once you figure a child out they change. You can put them on a schedule, find their favorite food, and solve the little problems that are so important to them... and then they realize they don't like the nap right after lunch, they are sick of yogurt and they want to drink root beer. Yes, I said it. Makenzie loves root beer. We don't give it to her often but it makes her day when she can sit on the patio in the lounge chair with an open mouth cup filled an 8th of the way with root beer. I was NOT ready for her to get this old this fast. My baby is now a child who knows what she wants and is starting to use her words to make herself very clear. When words don't work... squeals (that sound like the pot belly pig I had as a pet) will do just fine to get everyones attention.
She started swim lessons last week and we signed her up for gymnastics for the next term. AH. So much fun but so scary at the same time. Pete just said he can't wait to take her to movies. I personally miss the little burrito I took home from the hospital. So little for such a short amount of time.
We leave this weekend to visit Timmy Lee & Timmy Ray. I am VERY happy that Pete is able to come with us. He was busy last week with work but didn't get dispatched today and the owners of the company (aka my mom and dad) decided that life is too short to leave behind Timmy's beloved Uncle Pete. Sometimes working with family is hard but sometimes it rocks. If Pete's truck is busy while we are gone...whatever. We'll make up for it one way or another.
Life has been a little rough around the Jensen home, some of you know the full extent of it, some of you are still thinking that life is peachy... as most of the facebook world leads everyone to believe. Either way, God is good. He knows what He is doing and the verse that has gotten be through the last few weeks states
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." You would think that I would have realized by now that I'm not in control of my life.... but I'm still working on understanding that God is in control and that means I am safe and secure in His plan. I don't need to worry or stress or make things more complicated then they need to be. I just need to trust Him. There is a joy and peace that comes from following Him and walking in blind faith and it makes me mad at myself that I find those feelings when I am at my lowest. I guess it takes good times and bad times to show a person who they really are...and I'm still trying to figure myself out, lol.
Enough blabbing... I have to put away laundry and go kiss my baby goodnight.
