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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Terrorism is winning

Let me start of this post by saying I'm angry.  My heart is aches, and sometimes feels as if it is literally breaking.  I have cried over this topic countless times in the last week, and I'm sure I will shed at least a few tears as I write this post.  I'm posting this because I need somewhere to put this, and I'm not sure where else to put it.  Let me explain:

I remember the 9/11 attacks.  I remember where I was when they happened, I remember several of my teachers leaving because they were in the military, and I remember trying to sort out my first true experience with evil (I was 11).  BUT, I was NOT afraid.  I had a teacher at school that day (one who later left to serve his duties in the National Guard) explain to our class that terrorists whole purpose in attacking was to instill fear and terror into the hearts of the people they had attacked, and in other places around the world.  Hence the name TERRORist.  He explained that no matter what happened, if we did not allow that fear to enter our hearts, as long as we did not let terror become the basis of our actions, as long as we stood with courage and did the right things, we were winning the war on terrorism.  That is something that has stuck with me for over 14 years.

Fast forward to today.  In the last week, there have been several of these terrorist attacks around the world - some, like Paris, well covered by the media; some, like Beirut and Baghdad, not so well covered.  The group has changed from Al Qaeda to ISIS, but their intent is still the same - to instill terror.  This became unmistakably clear when they sent a video saying that if any country stood with France, they would attack the hearts of that country the same way they attacked the heart of France.  

A few days later, there were people in Congress asking approval to allow a large number of refugees from Syria into the United States.  Social media turned into an uproar.  People arguing and fighting about whether or not these people should be allowed into our country.  There have been several different reasons I've seen for not allowing them to come here, but the biggest reason that I've seen floating around is because they're Muslim and they're going to attack us.  There may or may not have been one Syrian refugee involved in the attacks on Paris, so we must shut down our borders and refuse to let the naked, sick, and afraid into our country.  (If your concern is the finances of supporting them, I can understand that - I have a different opinion, but I can understand your point of view).

About an hour ago, I was on Facebook and saw a shared post that caused me to go into full-on break-down.  I refuse to share it because I find the fact that the picture is being blasted on social media despicable. The picture was of a young boy, maybe 4 to 6 years old, lying dead next to the ocean.  His family was trying to escape and they were all killed.  (I find it horrifying that it's become acceptable on social media to share a picture of someone's dead baby, no matter what the reasoning.)  Yes, I'll admit, it more than tugged at my pregnant-mommy heartstrings after I had just laid my child down for a nap and put away his new snacks from the store.

But the words of the post are what struck me more.  It was written by someone who doesn't believe in Jesus Christ (I don't know if he's agnostic/atheist/etc.), and I think he makes a valid point.  So often, as Christians, we profess that we are trying to be Christ-like - that we're trying to love, serve, and do as He would do.  But then when push comes to shove, just like it is right now with the "discussion" of the Syrian refugees, we refuse to help.  We clump all 10,000 people - the men, women, and CHILDREN - who need help, whose only desire is to live through the next day, into a terrorist category because of what might be their religion (do you really even know if every single one of them is Muslim?).  And don't try to sell me the bull crap that they're all terrorists.  I live in a city where there are many, many immigrant Muslims, and I have yet to be shot at, attacked, or honestly to even have them look me in the eyes.  From what I have PERSONALLY witnessed (translation - not been warped by stupid media that's just trying to sell a story) they're incredibly hard working people.  Many of them come from war torn countries and are so grateful to be in a place where they're not in constant terror for their lives.  Neal was actually in a dangerous situation on his mission and was offered safety by someone who was Muslim.  Saying all Muslims are terrorists is just as much crap as saying all members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints are homophobic morons who think that just by being around someone who is homosexual it will somehow "rub off' on you.  

This combined with the fact that the LDS Church, the church that I belong to and believe wholeheartedly in, has asked its members to do everything that they can to offer support and care for refugees (of which there are 51.2 MILLION of around the world as of February).  Don't believe me?  Go to LDS.org and search "Syrian refugees."  This article has some great information on how to get started helping.

You can disagree with me, I honestly don't care at this point.  In my heart I've decided that if somehow, one refugee that came here was a member of ISIS (even though ISIS is already here - not sure how people are blind to that) and attacked us and I died in that attack, I could look my Savior in the face and say that I wanted to and tried to help succor the 9,999 others - because I believe that He's commanded us to do so, no matter race, religion, or country of origin. (Use the Good Samaritan as an example). 

So tonight, when we're tucking our children safely in bed and sitting around with full stomachs because we actually got to eat dinner, and whining about our first world problems like our kids not having enough presents for Christmas, let's try to allow Christ to soften our hearts and allow some room for compassion.  Because even as you're reading this, people are swimming across channels of water, hiding in the dark, and praying to whatever Deity they believe in that they make it.

Because right now, terrorism is winning.  We have allowed fear to enter our hearts to the point where we forget to be decent human beings.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Baby J #2 - 22 weeks

How far along? 22 1/2 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: +11 pounds
Maternity clothes? Until the baby comes.  And then for a little bit after ;)
Stretch marks?  Nope.
Sleep: Still can't get enough of it.
Best moment this week: Feeling super good while hiking around up hunting.  Working out is paying off.  I was also proud because I had a "mind over matter" moment when I told myself to keep hiking even though my legs hurt.  I joked with Neal that it was practice for labor.
Have you told family and friends: Yup.
Movement: He's a mover.
Food cravings: Sugar, but I've kept it most under control.
Anything making you queasy or sick: Just random things here and there.  Nothing specific though.
Have you started to show yet: Yes.
Gender prediction: It's a boy!  I was 100% wrong.
Labor Signs: Nope.
Belly Button in or out? In.
Wedding rings on or off? On.  
Happy or Moody most of the time: Happy :)

Missing: Sleeping through the night.  Already ;)

This was last week

Joey - 19 Months Old

I'm in denial that we are closer to Joey's second birthday than his first.  I can't imagine how fast time is going to go once his little brother gets here, because it is already going much to fast for my liking.

We've had a pretty eventful month!

- We started out the month by going to the Greeley FunPlex with one of my coworkers from the dispatch center.  She has a little girl that's about 6 weeks older than Joey.  Joey is starting to learn how to actually play with other kids, so it's always fun to watch him interact with another person his size.  His favorite part about the FunPlex is the slides.  Every time we go, he spends the majority of the time on the slides.  (We went to the FunPlex about a week later when Neal had the day off, too.  He thought it was even better when daddy was there to play!)


- Joey's vocabulary has been increasing daily.  He still usually only says one word at a time, but he's getting to the point where he can better communicate what he wants, which is making for less temper tantrums (thank goodness).  His favorite word is "NO."  He is definitely working on establishing his independence and trying to figure out where his boundaries are.  Luckily, most of the time he does very well at listening, and for that I am grateful.

- We went to the pumpkin patch with my grandpa, aunt, and cousin.  My aunt just moved to Colorado, and wanted to take pictures at the pumpkin patch, so we went with them.  Joey thought it was SO much fun!







- Joey got a pillow in his bed.  He was super excited.  The very first night he had it, Neal wasn't home.  When I asked Joey if he wanted to take a picture to send to daddy to show him the pillow, Joey pointed at the pillow.  It was awesome.  He also got new slippers, which he thinks they're the best.



- We are officially pacifier free!!!!  Joey had been getting his pacifier only at bedtimes for quite a while.  The last time he was sick, I got pretty tired of getting up every hour and a half to go clear his nose so he could suck on his pacifier to fall back to sleep.  After he was feeling better, his pacifiers "broke."  We showed them to him, and he threw them away in the trash.  That night, Neal put him to bed because I had a youth activity at church, and anytime Joey would start crying for his pacifier, Neal would go in and say "Remember Joey?  Your pacifiers broke and you threw them away."  It actually worked miraculously well for us.  It only took him about an hour and a half to fall asleep, and there was pretty minimal crying considering how attached he was to it.

- We carved pumpkins.  Joey thought it was the greatest thing ever when we lit them :)






"Wait.  You want me to do WHAT?  Awe, HELL no!"
- We went and stole leaves from the common area in our neighborhood.  We don't have a tree in our yard, and I thought Joey would find jumping in them really, really fun.  And I was right ;)


- I made some kool-aid salt dough that Joey LOVES.  He loves rolling it out and then cutting shapes out of it with cookie cutters.  He also loves when I roll some of it into a ball and then he gets to smash it and squeeze it between his fingers.


- Joey found out he's having a little BROTHER!!!!  He will pull my shirt up and rub my belly and say "baby."  It's pretty much the most adorable thing (that I'm sure he will not find as entertaining once his brother gets here).

- He learned how to blow raspberries on our tummies.  There have been a couple of times that he's tried to give himself one.  It literally makes Neal and I laugh out loud.

- Joey started getting ALL FOUR of his canine teeth in at the same time.  Only one has broken through so far, but I can feel the other three just under his gums.  He's been a chewy, drooly mess.  The only thing he will chew on are his hands.  He literally shoves his entire hand in his mouth and just chews.  His poor fingers get so red and sore :(

- Joey woke up in the middle of the night with a fever of about 103 degrees.  I thought it was teething, but after looking back at all the symptoms, I'm pretty sure he had a GI virus of some sort.  He ended up in our bed that night because he would only sleep if I was holding him.  I felt so bad :(

- We didn't get any pictures of Halloween because Joey was still running a fever and obviously not feeling well, but we did take him trick or treating for a little bit.  Once he figured out that if he went and stood at people's door, they would give him candy, he thought it was pretty awesome.  He was a candy corn (I was pretty proud...I made the costume myself).

- He spent his first night away from both Neal and I...or should I say 4 nights.  Neal and I went up hunting, and Joey stayed with my mom and sister.  I didn't have a tag for an animal, but I know I'm not going to be able to go next year, so I wanted to go up and enjoy it.  Hunting is a HUGE part of me, and I don't want to lose that.  My mom said that Joey did really well, especially since he was running a fever, teething, and it was DST switch.  I was thankful to know he was in good hands, but I was still a nervous wreck for the first 36 hours or so.  After I came home, it took him about a week to believe that I wasn't going to be leaving him again (at least in the near future).  He's finally getting to the point where he's not clinging to me like I might disappear any second :)

Joey is really turning into a little rock star.  We are so grateful for him, everyday, and love who he is already developing into!