Hope Springs Eternal

I have the potty chair, and a stack of board books set up neatly in the downstairs bathroom. She said poopy to me yesterday while pulling at her clean diaper!!! She doesn't even turn two for another few weeks. PROD-I-GEE!!

The reality? That chair will hold a thick layer of dust before it will EVER see it's first deposit.

We will attend our church's monthly praise night tomorrow evening. It's an hour long event that is designed to allow our entire church body, including parents and children, to worship God together. So, after a beautiful and enlightening discussion at home with our children on the values of worshiping God, they will sit next to me singing loudly, lost in the grace our Lord bestows upon us.

The reality? With Ben leading up on the stage, I've lost 50% of our family's crowd control. So if our past performance is any indication, Posh Spice will run around playing tag, and Baby Spice will make 3 attempts to climb up onto the stage to be with her daddy. I will sing approximately 5 lines total (not all in one song mind you), yet God will still LOVE IT, because like the widow and her two mites, it's all I've got to give.

My mother and sister in-law in-love are coming later this week for the final leg of my MIL's US tour before she heads back home to the mission field. :-( I've got piles of laundry, dirty bathrooms, a messy kitchen and stained carpets that I'm just sure I can get all taken care of today.

The reality? I'm sitting her blogging ... WHAT DO YOU THINK???

She's got, high hopes!
She's got, high hopes!
She's got, high apple pie in the sky hopes!