What I Didn’t Say

Sometimes it’s more fun think of people in terms of who they’re not. Today is one of those days. Here are a few things you won’t catch me saying.

Gala Shades
I’m not 22 anymore, but that’s totally beside the point.

1. “Why, yes, I’ll take a piece of chocolate cake–especially if it has pecans or walnuts in it.”

2. “Oh, no, I don’t have a particular place for that; just put it anywhere.”

3. “It’s too bad I get to spend so much time with Baby Gray; I sure wish I could go back to teaching.”

4. “I think I’ll go to bed at 9:00 tonight.”

5. “I hope we go to WalMart today!”

6.  “I disagree. Mr. Gray doesn’t look anything like Superman.”

7. “My schedule is wide open; I don’t have to drive anywhere this week.”

8. “Please turn Party in the USA down. That song is annoying!”

9. “I can’t go shopping; I have to get rid of some things before I add anything else to my closet.”

10. “That movie was definitely better than the book. They usually are.”

11. “I have too many shoes to choose from.”

12. “Can someone get me a tall glass of milk?”

13. “Baby Gray’s hair is much too long; he looks like a girl.”

14. “Oh, it’s 5:00 on Friday, I think I’ll run to the store for a few things.”

15. “College Station is so crowded on game days. Football is not worth the crowd.”


Thanks for the fun idea, Christina!

I Wear Your Grandma’s Clothes

If there’s any song on the radio right now that’s rattlin’ around in the ol’ brain, it’s probably Thrift Shop. It’s no wonder when I walked out wearing Mr. Gray’s favorite floral pants (insert sarcastic tone and eye roll here) he didn’t have any trouble doing a little play on words to the tune; a quick switch from granddad’s to grandma’s, and we had laughs all day!

Grandma's Clothes
Please note how terrible this photo shoot went; hence, why I don’t do regular posts about anything I wear.

As we sang and joked, someone else started singing, too!

Most ironic? I don’t do thrift shops. Especially not for clothes. Bleh!

I Get By With a Little Help From…

… Betty White (and my friends; this is not Betty White, apparently. My mind is blown. I have always thought it was).

You know how sometimes it’s fun to teach your kids things that are kind of off the beaten path? Yeah, at some point in time when Baby Gray was learning animal sounds and such, I decided (without prior approval from Mr. Gray) that since a rabbit doesn’t really have a sound, we’d go with Rapper’s Delight as our answer. Thanks, Betty White (who is actually Ellen Albertini Dow). My kid is hilarious now. And confusing. There are still a few sheltered people out there who have no idea what he’s talking about when he answers. Watch The Wedding Singer, people.

What does that have to do with Fashion Friday? We acquired a pair of rabbit ears somewhere along the way this week, so we’ve had lots of rabbit conversations. Which ultimately leads to make asking, “What do rabbits do?” just so I can get a good laugh. Thanks, Betty White.

Ears 2
Ears

Speaking of animals, after making some trips to the rodeo, Baby Gray decided he needed a black vest, a black helmet, and a sheep. We’re 1/3 of the way there!

Vest
Vest 2

We had our usual array of headwear, too!

ZZ Top
Ice Chest

Along with a bit of science: suction at its finest!

Suction

I love when he dresses himself to go out in public.

Wrong Feet

Plus, another adventure into growing up: undies! We held our Underwear Choosing Ceremony at Target in hopes that it would spark some interest, but not so much.

Undies

A Fairy Tale

I commented a week or so ago that Baby Gray would likely not go to kindergarten sleeping with his paci. He only had (notice that’s in past tense!) it in his bed, and so I wasn’t bothered by it.

Early this week, though, we got a call from the Paci Fairy. She needed some pacis for new babies, and she was willing to trade toys for pacifiers. She gave a few simple steps for us to follow in case Baby Gray thought he was ready for an exchange.

  1. Spend some time talking about the swap and make sure Baby Gray knew he wouldn’t get the paci back if he took the Paci Fairy up on her offer.
  2. Tell the Paci Fairy what toy he would like to trade his paci for. His choice.
  3. Send the paci via balloon to the Paci Fairy. In exchange, she’d send a balloon down with his toy of choice.

He talked about it for a couple of days, and when we thought he was ready, we bought a balloon. He helped tie the paci on and everything! He kept saying, “I’m so excited!”

Paci Fairy
Paci Fairy 2

We thought for a minute the paci was going to be too heavy, but with a slight slip of the hand, off it went!

Paci Fairy 3

We made our way to the front door (where the Paci Fairy was going to make her drop) to see what she left.

Paci Fairy 4

Whoa! Thomas! Just like he asked for, except that it wasn’t Thomas, it was Edward, and he noticed immediately.

Paci Fairy 5

Paci Fairy 6

We rocked, read, and got tucked in with the new train, and then some tears came. He was upset, but not in a bad way. He cried for a bit, then laid, down, covered himself up, and went right to sleep.

Paci Fairy 7

He slept the whole night with nary a peep!

In Which We Become Aware (The One Where I Stop Talking)

I’m turning it over to one of my favorite people today! 

 Mr Gray


Yep! You guessed it: Mr. Gray! Without further adieu…  

Mrs. Gray has been trying to get me to “guest post” (whaaat?) for a while now and let me tell you “guest posting” is exactly the thing that excites me. (I may find it difficult to write sarcasm.) However, I am incredibly proud of her writing accomplishments. I am grateful for her ability to correct my spelling, punctuation, diction and grammar so quickly and so often. It’s like a superpower or something. I have wanted to honor her request but it is difficult for me as the manliest of men to get real touchy feely about things. The more pressing issue is I haven’t had a subject matter that inspires me enough to tell anybody about it… until now. I’ll title this post AWARENESS.

I’ve be given the opportunity to join a mission group headed to the Ukraine in June. I’m not going to get into a lot of detail about how this adventure came about, but just the fact that I consider myself very fortunate to have recognized the opportunity. The idea of being aware or awakened to the purpose of life surprisingly isn’t about some deep, inward, spiritual journey designed by some celestial being or Mother Nature or some other creation we worship. Truthfully, I’m not smart enough and don’t have enough patience for any deep meditation. Things have to be made very simple for me (much to Mrs. Gray’s dismay). 

So the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is:

ATTITUDE. It’s quite simple, many people are aware of their path in life but what keeps most people from greatness is their attitude. Things happen in life to everyone, both good and bad, but the thing that defines a person’s life is their attitude. Most people don’t choose to be fired from their job or have an addiction that destroys their marriage or get in a car wreck, but we can choose how we respond when “life happens.” We do have a choice. I am very blessed to have my attitude and my choices directed by Jesus Christ.

I’ve been reading a book about Chris Kyle, the deadliest military sniper in history, who was tragically killed a few weeks ago. The book is an autobiography of his life growing up and being in the military. Aside from the fact that he was a total badass (Mrs. Gray here, please note, I tried to have Mr. Gray change that word, but he wasn’t having it; I guess this is truly his post), the most interesting part of the book is about his attitude about life. Chris wrote about enjoying the simplest things in his life and taking in the breath of his existence. In his book, Chris continually chronicles his failures and shortcomings both as a husband and a soldier. But it’s his attitude and his focus that made him great. Oh, and when you read his book you’ll find out his life was also influenced by that Jesus fella. 

Back to the mission. Somebody asked, Why are you going halfway around the world to help orphans when there are plenty of kids here that need help? The truth is, yes, there are a lot of children a lot closer that deserve just as much attention. My response? Why does it matter whether it’s my neighbor or someone on the other side of the planet? Especially when we are talking about children. Who am I to decide what children deserve to be helped? I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that every child is deserving; the question should be what am I going to do about it. 

Before last year, the idea of mission work wasn’t even a thought in my mind. But God has a way of speaking direction into my life. No, He’s not literally speaking to me, although I don’t know if that would make any of my decisions easier. Again, I want to restate that simplicity is the key. I have been made aware of a simple problem that deserves a simple reaction: GO. My reasons for GOing are mostly selfish, so I can feel good about myself and feel like I have accomplished something. God is able to use our selfish desires to accomplish His goals. 

The mission trip has a purpose to help a specific orphanage in the city of Denetsk, Ukraine. This orphanage houses the “unadoptable” children. In the Ukraine, for a child to be adopted the parents must physically terminate their parental rights either voluntarily or by a record of their death. So the children in this particular orphanage have no record of their parents–dead or alive. One common scenario that seems to happen is that the parents can’t afford to take care of their children so they will drive away from the city and just leave their child on the side of the road as they drive off. The ages of the children range from one year old to sixteen, and most of these kids are picked up off the street. The goal of the mission is to continue to build on the relationships with the children in the orphanage and the management that operates the orphanage. Support for this specific orphanage and the surrounding children’s hospital was started about 10 years ago.  

Currently the Ukraine mission is a partnership between three organizations: A&M Church of Christ, PHA (Program for Humanitarian Aid) and EEM (Eastern European Missions). Because A&M Church of Christ has a 501c3 religious designation, entry into the Ukraine is problematic, so the organizers of the mission trip created PHA. PHA has a 501c3 humanitarian aid designation, which allows for smoother operations with in the Ukraine. EEM is the partner in country that coordinates from the Ukraine side. 

One of the original directors of the mission offered the following scenarios to me: What good is it if you go to the orphanage and tell these kids that God is the answer to their problems and all they have to do is believe in Jesus and they will be saved while you get on a plane and go back to your life in America? or How do you tell these young girls they shouldn’t be a prostitute when it’s zero degrees outside and they’re starving and somebody offers them 20 bucks and a place to sleep? The ultimate goal of the three groups is to create a halfway house for the children that age out of the orphanage at 17 and have nowhere to go. The Ukraine government is generous enough to provide access to an education for these children once they leave the orphanage but most of the kids are more worried about how they’re going to eat and where they are going to sleep rather than getting to school on time. Here are the statistics:   

  • Within 2 years 10% commit suicide
  • 60% of the girls become prostitutes
  • 70% of the boys become involved in crime
  • After 5 years 80% will be dead from AIDS, tuberculosis, homicide or suicide; will be in prison, or living on the streets

It’s not about saving the world, it’s about being aware of the opportunities that God has for all of us and then doing something about it.

My role at the orphanage will be helping with Bible lessons throughout the week, coordinating sporting activities, and helping with the construction team. The construction team will be responsible for building a chicken coop with material purchased with in the Ukraine. Along with the children’s garden, the chicken they raise will dramatically increase the protein in their diet. The medical team’s goal is to assess future needs of the pediatric medical facilities surrounding the orphanage and continue advising the medical staff.  Each team member is responsible for covering the cost of his or her own trip. I have been blessed to have the financial means to do this while helping fund other team members. My singular fundraising responsibility is gathering as many soccer balls, basketballs, footballs, frisbees and any other sports equipment that we can fit into two disposable suitcases. If you would like to help with any part of this project, you can send deflatable balls or disposable suitcases, or make a donation for us to purchase them (please note in the memo line).

The logo below will take you straight to the online donation page; if you’d like to mail a check or contribute balls, please send an email, and we will get you the address.  
 


Thank you to those who have already contributed. I appreciate it.


Playing Our Song

Music. It’s not really my thing. It doesn’t make my world go ’round. I’m not musically inclined. I’m not even sure I can carry a tune. I can play a few chords on a piano, but nothin’ too fancy.
Oddly enough, it’s how God has chosen to speak to me. Don’t write me off as crazy just yet. In the past three years, there have been several occasions where two songs clearly, clearly, spoke to me.
The first was when I was pregnant with Baby Gray. I had just had a conversation with Mrs. Fix-It about wanting to stay home when he arrived. It wasn’t looking possible, and (I thought) time was running out. I hopped in the car to go grab Chick-fil-A for dinner, and loud and clear, NeedToBreathe sang to me. No one else. It was clear as day. God was sharing that He wanted Something Beautiful for our lives once Baby Gray came and that He had it taken care of. I felt complete peace about the completely unknown option that I knew God had tucked away for me. Not long after, I was presented with an opportunity to work from home that was more than perfect for our family. Each time that song comes on, I am reminded of God’s promise. I am reminded of the beautiful life we live everyday. The fabulous job I have, and the time I have with Baby Gray. Beautiful. 
As we approach this new chapter in our lives, God has used this song again to speak to me. The first time, a Thursday, I was on the phone and didn’t catch His message (I remembered it later). He’s a God of details, though, so the next time He had the opportunity, the following Saturday, He used it. As I cruised into our hometown to watch the boys show, loud and clear came my promise of Something Beautiful. He wants to honor our marriage and our time together. He wants us to have the extra two hours to use as a family. He has it perfectly orchestrated. Something Beautiful, indeed.

I don’t have all the words yet to share what happened with the second one, but it was clear as day. It’s been reinforced several times. It’s totally His story to share, and I will. I’m just not quite there yet.

Say Yes

Stepping out in faith. Think about it for a minute. What does that mean, exactly?

I can honestly say that until very, very recently, I didn’t know what that meant. I knew what it looked like–I had seen it from others. I knew what it sounded like–I had heard story upon story; testimony upon testimony about people stepping out in faith.

But why not me? Why wasn’t I doing it? Was it growing up in church? Did it make me stagnant? Was it accepting Christ in elementary school? Did it keep me from having a story? Marrying my high school sweetheart? Why had I never stepped out?

Hoffman Wedding Dance (tagged)

It wasn’t until last year, in several separate instances, that I finally grasped these things. I–we–have a story. We have said yes. From the prayer to the stoplight that led us back together to stepping out and getting married young (with no jobs, mind you). We just trusted. We moved to a town where we knew no one and trusted that we’d find a place to work and worship. Years and another move later, we answered a tweet about some messed up mailers. We said yes. It led us to our church and lifelong friends. Just saying yes–even when we don’t quite know what the question is. We stepped out so I could stay home with Baby Gray. I still don’t how that worked out sometimes–but it did! He provides. We said yes.

And now we’re saying yes to another huge change. We’re stepping out to where God is leading us. We’re going to the land He has for us–even though we don’t know what it looks like or where exactly it is we’re going. He’s called–all but audibly (audibly if you count musically)–so we’re going. It’ll be hard, it’ll be new, but it’ll be worth it. Yes.

“The Lord said to Abram, ‘Leave your land, your family, and your father’s household for the land that I will show you.'” –Genesis 12:1

He’s Got a Thing

Yesterday as Mal and I watched Ella Bella and Baby Gray play, we couldn’t help but notice no matter how hard we tried they were taking all the shoes out of the cubbies in the play area and throwing them. Next thing I know, Baby Gray is wearing someone else’s shoes! He’s got a thing for flip flops, I guess.

Flops

And wearing other people’s hats. Here he’s sportin’ Mr. Gray’s lid.

Dad's Hat

And hoods with no arms.

Hoodie

And boats?

Boat Hat

Can’t Get her Outta My Mind…

In case my terrible performance at last year’s duathlon wasn’t enough (not really, I was pretty proud of myself for finishing with the wrong equipment, actually), I think I’m going to try my hand at a triathlon. You know the ol’ biking and running didn’t go well, so let’s add in swimming, too, mindset. Gets me every time. Not.

Bike

There are a few places in town I can lap swim, I just have to figure out what to do with Baby Gray for that time. I also need to learn a little more about my bike (they do have a Fat Tire division, so I might just go with that) or borrow one. So, there are some kinks, and it might not go well, but I can’t get it out of my mind (anyone else singing No Diggity, now? No?). I can’t stop feeling like I should just go for it.

Did I mention it’s in April? I better get to work!

Break Away

There are a few things as a parent that we know are inevitable. Our child growing up is one of them (it’s multifaceted; it doesn’t happen all at once, which kind of makes it drag on). It usually happens faster than we’d like. It’s rewarding to watch the transformation, though.

Baby Gray has had quite a bit going on this week. He slept in a big bed at Annie’s this weekend.

Check It Out
Getting Ready
Nap

Then he came home and told me he wasn’t a baby anymore. He has said this before, but usually it’s fleeting. This time he seems to mean it. He’s said it several times over several days.

Don’t get me wrong. I want him to grow up. Honestly, I do. That’s my job as a parent–to grow an independent man from a tiny baby boy. A man who goes out and makes a difference. A man who follows Christ and goes on to lead his own family in the ways he has learned. That is our job. I couldn’t be more proud of the little boy he is becoming–even if I’m not quite ready to not have a baby anymore.

Start your children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they 
will not turn from it. –Proverbs 22:6