Monthly Archives: March 2015

Squeeze Your Cheeks

Gideon’s big sister has always provided us with laughter…whether she intends to or not. I’m convinced her God given purpose in life is to make others smile.

Today I opened my Timehop app to find a very precious memory from 3 years ago.

We were driving home from Frisco when Laynie (age 2 at the time) announced that she needed to “poo-poo.” Successful potty training had recently happened a few weeks prior, so she was still new to her “big girl” panties.

I asked if she could hold it until we got home, but that option was quickly shot down by big fearful eyes accompanied by the dramatic head shake, saying no!  So I told her to squeeze her cheeks until we could pull over and find a bathroom….a few seconds later I glanced in my rear-view mirror and this is what I saw…


I almost ran us off the road because I was laughing so hard. I’m still not sure why I was surprised by her literal interpretation of the phrase squeeze your cheeks.

We pulled into the first gas station we saw, only to find their bathroom was out of order. Thankfully we were a block away from Central Market, so we headed straight for it. Kevin dropped us off at the front door and as it turned out, we safely made it to the bathroom without an accident. However, in the moments that followed, I was a bit frustrated with my daughter. I spent a good 60 seconds disinfecting their toilet that day so she could sit on it like a big girl…. only to pass gas.  

Yup, it was a false alarm. I made her sit there and try for a good five minutes though; because mama doesn’t clean other places toilets for false alarms, sweetie. 

But I did that day… You’re welcome Central Market.

Oh and in case you were wondering, Laynie now knows which cheeks to squeeze.


Timely Encouragement


Yesterday I had a really bad day. In fact, I haven’t been in a funk like that since Gideon was in the hospital (which was back in October)!

Nothing major happened, Gideon was just being stubborn when it came time to eat. He was holding food in his mouth for 5-7 minutes at a time. He hasn’t quite learned how to spit it out yet, but yesterday he found that if he just relaxes his lips, everything will just slip out. To make matters worse, he was doing this with his favorite meals!! You know, the ones I MAKE! One feeding took 90 minutes, and he still didn’t finish the jar!! Talk about frustrating!


I guess he’s gearing up for the terrible-twos??

As I sat there, repeating “swallow” over and over again, I remembered the day I bargained with God over his feedings. Gideon was almost a year old and he wasn’t eating at all. In my desperation, I prayed something like this- “God I don’t care how long each meal takes, if you’ll just allow him to eat by mouth so he doesn’t have to have a feeding tube, I’ll sit here for hours!”


Obviously I’ve gotten spoiled to the fact that Gideon can finish his 4 oz meal in 30 minutes or less. And when that doesn’t happen, I throw a 31 year old tantrum and tell God, It’s not fair! 


Needless to say, God had a message waiting for me when we got home late last night…25 of them to be exact. There was an unexpected package in our mailbox from Ms. Watlington’s class. And it was timely encouragement.

A little over a week ago, I spoke to a class at Eastfield College.  The class was made up of female, high school seniors who were taking this course for dual credit.  I was asked to speak about Gideon and teaching exceptional children; so I put some information into a power point and to make it more real, I decided to take both my kids along with me.

The girls in this class had some very insightful questions and were incredibly compassionate. However, I was still surprised to receive individual notes of thanks & encouragement last night (along with a gift card to Salt Grass…date night, here we come!). Each & every one of these notes reminded me that I am privileged to be Gideon’s mother. They all encouraged me to stay strong and to remember what a blessing Gideon is not only to our family but to them as well.

Through their words, God was reminding me that there’s a purpose for all this. That nothing is wasted!  One student referenced Romans 8:18 “..what we suffer now is nothing compared to the glory he will reveal to us later..” And another student paraphrased it- “no temporary pain on earth will amount to the eternal glory and peace I am sure you will receive.”  

So thank you, Mrs. Watlington’s class. I hope you know what timely encouragement your letters were for me. They pulled me out of the funk I was in yesterday and I’m so grateful. I love you all and wish I could hug each and every one of you… thanks again. 🙂