Oh yeah, he's got swag!

The last two days of picking Spencer up from school, he looks over at his Therapist Kori and says "eee, gon-k-ddis".  It's hilarious, he looks at her says it and starts cracking up.  She told me he's saying "redonkulous" and that he will look across the room even when they aren't working together, and say it.  I've been making him say it all the time, becuase it's so funny.  Well, the jokes on me, cause all along what I THOUGHT was a funny little word that he and Kori made up is actually "pop culture slang".  I heard it on TV last night and was like, whaaattt??? that's Spencers word, so I googled it and sure enough the Urban Dictionary has this definition....re.donk'u.lous adj. 1. significantly more absurd than ridiculous to an almost impossible extreme; without possibility of serious consideration.

Who knew, my boys got more swag than wiz kahfila. 

Have a REDONKULOUS weekend y'all!!


Until next time....grace, peace, hope, love and prayers!

T

It's the Little Things

It's been almost a year since I last blogged, but found myself reading those old posts and just about kicking myself for not keeping up with it.  The past week I keep telling myself, I'll blog later tonight and I don't.  Today I was going through my notebook..that dumping ground where I take notes from meetings.  It's a total wreck with work meetings, church meetings, etc.  I came across a sheet where I had given Spencer a highlighter and pen to "entertain" himself during one of these meetings.  I didn't think much of it at the time, but today as I was eating my "rabbit food" at my desk, I looked up and noticed a similar drawing from Feb 2010.  It probably doesn't seem like a big thing to most people that my son after 16 months has somewhat legible handwriting, but sometimes you just have to be thankful for the little things.

Drawing from Feb 2010

Drawing from June 2011

A good friend gave me a slip of paper that stays clipped to the first picture that gives me hope...

"I know that recovery lies ahead.  I believe that if we were the ones chosen to endure this hardship, then God will give us the grace to endure...My hope isn't based on my circumstances.  My hope is based on my decision to hope.  Hope is a choice." --Brenda's Choice--the choice to focus on her future beyond the storm.

Until next time, grace, hope, peace, love and prayers!

T

Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who depends on flesh for his strength and whose heart turns away from the Lord.
But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.
Jeremiah 17: 5 & 7