Hello Friends,
I can’t post much right now because we are dealing with some privacy/stalking issues. Please pray for wisdom.
I do have a really neat crafty post that is in the works, so don’t give up on me. 
Blessings!
Hannah
Jeremiah’s been sneaking. A lot. Despite the very clear consequences and multiple heart to hearts. He’s been stealing. Keys mostly. Our keys. Hiding them and lying about it.
Finally we came to the root of it. It’s all centered around the play station. My son is a video game addict. It’s seriously like a drug to him. It’s nearly all he thinks about. He will do anything to get to play it. We have had to put a lock on the basement door so that Miah would not be able to sneak down at 4:00 AM and play video games until the rest of us non-addicts get up. That’s not the only reason the locks are there, but it helps. Except when he steals our keys and hides them and then lies about having them. He figured out how to cheat the lie detector test for a while, but I eventually got smart. Then Miah and I had a long chat. Why was he doing this? He drew a picture of my constantly telling him he can’t and him asking why. He doesn’t understand that his choices have consequences, and he explained to me that he doesn’t believe that when he earns the privilege that he will actually receive the prize. It’s all about trust. Will you give me good things? Can I really trust that you will do what you say you are going to do? Or will I be continually punished?
Dad has had many heart to hearts with the boy over the past week, and for a couple of days thing have improved dramatically. As of last night he was only 1 day of excellent behavior away from his beloved play station. He couldn’t handle it. He stole Rachel’s keys, snuck downstairs sometime early this morning (I get the boys up at 6:30, and he was incredibly chipper and waiting for me) , and played the play station. Thankfully, his lack of long term memory and logic comes in handy, as he forgot to unplug the machine and left our living room blanket and his favorite stuffed animal at the bottom of the stairs. He did, however, remember to re-lock the basement door.
Anywho, this afternoon will be interesting. He doesn’t know I know any of this yet. To the best of my ability, there won’t be any yelling, just reinforcing the boundaries and consequences that have already been set in place. But it won’t be fun.
He doesn’t trust that we will give him good things.
This phrase has really stuck with me lately. Do I trust my heavenly Father to give me good things? When I’ve been hoping and praying for years to bear a child from my womb, do I trust that the promises I believe have been spoken over my life will come to be? Or am I trying to steal my Father’s keys and get it on my own? Our boys are not the issue, but the thought of infant adoption or embryo adoption has been at the forefront of my mind lately, but I’m wondering if in my heart I’m not trying to steal the keys from my Father to get what I want before His timing. A dear friend reminded me yesterday to not give up on my dreams. I’m trying so hard to figure out the difference between giving up and being flexible to what the Holy Spirit has for us.
Oh, and praise the Lord for how he is working in my husband’s heart right now. YAY ,GOD!
The adventure continues.
Blessings!
Hannah
Whoops! I forgot to change the setting to public. Here we go again!
Enjoy this fun video of fall in the U.P.
I have pictures, but am having uploading issues.
Blessings!
Hannah
The day ended on a good note. Most of the day was pretty icky for reasons I will get into another time, but it ended on a good note.
The amazingly gifted hubby person grilled us a fantastic, meatastic dinner topped off with the most delicious sweet corn I have had in a very long time. A good friend was able to come share our delicious feast, which made it all the better.
Jeremiah went to bed early, by his own choosing amazingly, so Gabe and I tackled the dishes together. About half way in I realized something quite amazing. We were having a real conversation! There were no excuses, no high pitched voices, no exagerated stories. Real laughter, real jokes, and real mutual teasing! As a mom, it was a moment I really felt like I was connecting to my son. At that very moment, he was just part of the family.
So at the end of a very hard day, we are watching a silly movie as a family (minus the little guy) and eating deliciously evil brownies. Just being a family.
Blessings!
Hannah
A persistent friend reminded me that I haven’t posted about how the weekend went. So sorry, Miss Charity.
I told you! I don’t make a big deal of Halloween!
The harvest party was a blast. I don’t know how many kids came through, but it was pretty darn crowded. Jeremiah was a little overwhelmed at first, but soon was having so much fun that when the two-hour party was over, he didn’t want to leave. We got to see an amazing black light puppet show (I saw it twice) that both boys really enjoyed. Gabe has quite the obsession with black lights, so even though the puppet show was geared for very young children, I knew he would love it. He did.
Okay, here are some pics of Jeremiah.
Blessings!
Hannah
Let’s pretend we don’t know how to do things that we are very good at so that mom and dad will spend time checking and rechecking my chores so that I don’t have time for anything else because I am feeling guilty and don’t feel like I deserve to play.
Sounds like fun!
Nope! Not so much.
Blessings!
Hannah
