**WARNING** This Post may be controversial!

I was once asked what denomination I was. My answer that I am a Christian. The response was, "Yes, but what denomination are you?!" I was unnerved and upset at the fact that my answer of being a Christian was not enough. Why do we have to have an "extra" title to that answer? When did just being a believer in Jesus Christ become not enough? Why do these "denominations" tear us apart? I have a dear friend who was brought up Reformed Baptist (like me) and she is so madly in love with a dear friend of mine who was brought up Roman Catholic. I know that it has caused some controversy among people because of their different denominations, and it is not good enough for some people that are two young people who are madly in love and more importantly, who both love their Lord and Savior with all of their hearts. I really don't want to start any kind of religious debate. This a place for me to get my thoughts out!
I was recently filling out a job application and one of the optional questions was about denomination. A non-optional question was about my race. What happen to just being a human? No, we have to be politically correct now. Jobs must have a certain percentage or number of women and men, Caucasians, African Americans, Asians, Europeans, Native Americans, etc. Why can't you just higher people who fit the job, no matter what their race or ethnicity? 
All of these things make me wonder what kind of world my girls are going to grow up in. Are there going to be questions in the future about whether you are gay, straight, bisexual, trans gender, twin, triplet, etc.? They call it equality, but is it really equality? Aren't we just creating more inequality by stereotyping people? By asking all these questions? 
Its not just enough to be a human, to be a Christian.. there has to be more. I have to say, this makes me so anxious for heaven when there will be no more political correctness, or equality, where I can just be a person that loves my Lord Jesus Christ!

Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say rejoice

As this night comes to a close, that hymn is on my mind. I quietly hummed it my sick baby as she fought sleep and continued to fuss in pain. I thought about the words and rejoiced that I have two wonderful children, despite the illnesses and little set backs. 
This past year has been a year full of surprises and ups and downs. Marriage, pregnancy, labor, first-time parent of two, etc. And yet I sit here and rejoice in the Lord always. Some people may find that odd, or even crazy. They look at professing Christians and cannot understand rejoicing in the midst of hard times. They cannot understand unconditional love. They cannot understand working at a marriage instead of giving up when times are tough. I pity them. I pity their inability to "rejoice in the Lord always!" 
This does not mean that there will not be times of sorrow. God did not say that this life would be easy. He did not say that there would be no hardships or that picking up His cross and following Him would mean fields of flowers and daisies, but He does want us to rejoice in Him, always!
I thought a lot about my grandma this week. I cried and wept at the fact that my daughters will not meet their great-grandma in this life, but Lord willing they will meet her in eternity. Knowing that, I can rejoice in the Lord!! 
So, dear readers, rejoice in the Lord always. Rejoice in the midst of sorrow. Rejoice in the midst of hardships. Rejoice in the midst of devastation. Rejoice in times of plenty. REJOICE IN THE LORD ALWAYS!

Welcome to my dreams, there is no charge

All I can say is that dreams when you are pregnant and the hormone produced dreams afterwards are just hysterical! My dream last night consisted of a vacation to Manitoba, CAN (sp), an airport movie theater (with gold embroidered chairs and hand crafted cold and bronze fixtures, as well as a pizza delivery service inside!!), a bollywood baby shower... and seriously, the list could go on! At least it keeps my evenings entertaining!!!! Some times I wake up wondering, "What the heck just happened?!" During my pregnancy, the most odd, reoccurring, dream had a 3 foot long tampon that somehow mysteriously got embedded in my arm!!! I seriously hope I am not the only one who had/has these odd dreams!!!
The most fun part is trying to figure out where the different parts come from... For instance, Manitoba? Not a clue! In-airport movie theater with a pizza delivery service and gold and bronze things? Well the movie theater I am pretty sure is a sign of my desire to get out of the house, pizza delivery is my overwhelming desire to devour an Ametis pizza (all by myself!) and the gold and bronze fixtures... yeah just not sure about that one either! The tampon dream.. I won't even try to describe or understand that one!
I sometimes wonder what the girls dream about! They both laugh in their sleep already!! Maybe they are dreaming about pools filled with sweat, warm milk, or litttle, identical, twin boys with big blue eyes, crawling around in their little diapers.... **sigh**
Well dear readers, for those of you who read this :), here's to the crazy dreams, 3 foot long tampons, and cute little blue-eyed, identical, twin boys!! Enjoy your day dear readers!

Once upon a poopy, on a spit-up rag far far away...

Someone asked me how I know what to write about. I didn't have a profound answer at all!! I just write what goes through my head. If you want some great literary blogging, read my sister Jussley's!! Those are blogs that will make you laugh and cry! If you want to read what its like to be a teenage girl in this day and age, read my sister Heather's blogs. If you want to know what its like to have a million and one ideas and thoughts running through your head and no one to share them with, please continue to read mine!

This past week I have been dealing with one sick baby and one baby whose reflux finally got worse. Its been a long week and this momma is TIRED! But sitting here on the couch with my sick baby sleeping on my chest.. I thought, "what the hey, why don't I ignore this major blart (blogging fart) and just type!!" Just pretend that I am talking to someone and they are listening and laughing and agreeing and understanding exactly what I am going through. 

I have had these CRAZY ideas running through my head. A childrens book series. Some of the titles would include: "Once upon a Poopy Diaper" "A day in the life of a Burp Cloth" "Baby Blankets of the World Unite!"

My mind just goes crazy with ideas! Will they ever come to fruition? I doubt it, but, hey, whoever said that mom's cant dream or have imaginations too? I am a mom full of ideas and dreams! Like the dream of always wanting to become a trauma nurse/surgeon. This was LONG before the Grey's Anatomy series hit TV. I used to sit and watch "Trauma: Life in the ER" with my mom and dream of one day saving someones life, with my scrubs covered in blood, and sweat pouring down my head, and the satisfaction of know God had blessed me with the talent to save lives! Instead, I make bottles and change diapers, sing lullaby's to my babies and "pet" their fevered foreheads. Do you wanna know the best part? I wouldn't trade those diapers and lullaby's for bloody scubs anymore than I would trade a Godiva chocolate cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory (a la mode of course) for a peanut!!!

I can still dream and imagine. There is no rule or law against it, but when reality knocks at my door and hands me a sick baby or a munchkin that just wants love, then I had better answer with open arms and an open heart! 

So here's to one day writing those children's books, and blood covered scrubs! For now, though, I will take the poop and puke!!