Are you Mafia?

Going into marriage was a very exciting thing for me. I met my match and now I get to live with him for the rest of my life. And bonus...I no longer live with my parents. Sorry mom and dad, I love you, but it's way more fun here.

Being in ministry, Todd and I have college kids at our house at least three nights a week. We have food, fun, games, and most importantly fellowship and prayer and Bible study. Thursday nights we have bible study and Sunday night is SNAC (Sunday Night After Church).

Some interesting things have come up about the people during some fun and games in the college group. Our friend Aaron Dietz throws everyone a curveball by just lying about anything just because. Darcy and Brooke, some avid fans of mafia, can't be trusted either. KC and Todd are arch enemies, unless of course Aaron annoys KC first. But it was during one of these get togethers that I found out my husband is the biggest ratfink ever. With his babyface and pretty brown eyes, my husband can make anyone believe him. I could come back from the dead in the game of mafia and have hard evidence that he is the mafia, and still....Todd wins. Although Todd wants me to make clear the only time he lies is during mafia so he can win....or so he says.(:

Lessons From Rotating Babies

Last week one of the best things happened in a long time...I quit IHOP. Now that I don't work there anymore I feel like I have so much more free time. But I also have started being a babysitter again. I helped with childcare for a Bible study for nurses and just about all the women there were new mothers or they just spend every waking moment with there children.
A lady and myself were in charge of the babies - about seven of them. We were doing just fine and along comes a mother... "Oh I'm just checking on him, maybe he can take a nap now with me." Of course another baby starts crying and here comes mom harking to the cry of her child. Only mom can change the diapers, only mom can give baby its pacifier, and only mom can stop it's crying. I now have a new favorite game. It's called rotating babies. After about two hours of handing off and trading children we ended with two babies.

The lesson I have learned are the following:
1. A crying baby is not the end of the world
2.Paying a babysitter is pointless if you won't let he or she actually do anything.
3.A nap isn't going to happen in the same room with twelve talking women.
4. Being apart from a child for one hour a week is probably not enough.
5. Jewelry also can double as a handle.
6. Chewed up graham cracker is a great moisturizer.
In the far far off future when Todd and I have children, hopefully I don't eat my words.

Ablogging we will Go

So this is the first time I've ever blogged and I'm afraid that it's not going to be too exciting this time. Todd's and my exciting afternoon was littered with naps and dishes. I am going to try to remember that I have this little thing and hopefully it won't be too dry. But for now....you'll have to deal.