Chubby Hands

This week in church, our pastor taught on 1 Timothy 2:8 ("I desire then that in every place the men should pray, lifting holy hands without anger or quarreling"), and he discussed how our hands are metaphorical for who we are as people because we use our hands to accomplish so much of what we do throughout our days and lives.  This is amazingly true and reminded me specifically of how much I love my mother's hands.  They are not idealistic, model hands.  They are petite and feminine, strong and accomplished, and have found an admirable balance between staying busy, and relaxing.  


I want my hands to be accomplishing good things throughout my life, and I am excited about the journey my hands are getting ready to embark on with me.  They will be holding, bathing, changing diapers, cooking, cleaning, taking pictures and typing stories on my new blog :).  But I also want them to be helping John, my family and friends, and others in the same way my mother, my mother-in-law and so many other women I admire have served those around them.  Let's hope these chubby hands learn to juggle.

As a point of reference, my rings used to be able to go past my knuckle.  This was literally as far as I could force them.  As I haven't worn them in about a month, I surprised myself when I went to take this photo.

Can't wait to hold this little hand!

Six Weeks & Counting

I've had intentions of starting a blog since the first trimester, and due to a lack of genuine desire, here I am writing my first post at 34 weeks.  Better late than never right?  I figure those that will tune in most often are really going to be more interested in the stories to come once Tinslett actually arrives.

None-the-less, the next few weeks will be quite exciting, at least for my anxious heart: baby shower, our third anniversary, childbirth class (hope the bun stays in the oven at least until then), finish renovating bathroom, fix and sell two cars (anyone want to buy a car?), buy one new car, and finish working on August 15th.

Meanwhile, Tinslett is running out of room and becoming quite violent about it, dang sharp little elbows.  My goal is to capture some of the "belly dancing" on camera and post it.  I'm getting butt bumps at the top of my belly, elbow jabs on my far right side, and kicks all over my left side.  Fun statistics:  Tinslett weighs about 5 1/2 pounds, is about 20 inches tall (give or take of course), and his/her fingernails have grown to the tips of those little fingers.  Keep baking little one...you're not done yet!