Signs

Does anybody out there believe in signs? What constitutes a sign anyway? And where is it written that when you see it you will just know that "it" is it? I wish that life came with an instruction manual so badly some days so that we all could stop looking for the proverbial "happiness" through outside sources. Just like I have mentioned in previous blogs, I am striving to be a happy me and I have had success on most days just being content with myself, but I do feel like there is something I should be looking for. You know, the sign that I'm making correct decisions or that I am living to the fullest. I have always walked on the safe side of the street worried about the consequences always and to the ninth degree. I have never tried many of the rights of passages that most teenagers or young adults do in order to say that they, in fact, did it. I pay my bills on time and always make it in to work, even if I am late sometimes ;). I almost never go out and hit the town anymore and I never meet new people. So I guess I am sitting in neutral waiting on the "sign". Even though I pray and look for guidance, I often am concerned about the choices that I have made and are making currently. If only there was a definite way to know for sure if everything is going to plan. God's plan is certainly definite and precise but very hard to decifer. I suppose I will just keep praying and keep looking for the signs.

One sign in my home that will not go unnoticed is Grey Carter. He is getting so big and quickly starting to mimic the actions of all of us. We've noticed his eyes following us around the room and laughing at silly noises we make. And no one could get us to make all of those silly noises but Grey baby. Much to my dismay, he recently pee-peed in my mouth after taking a bath but before his new diaper came. Mom was taking her time with it and he was laying on her bed. I unwrapped the towel and BAM, right in the face! LOL. I screamed an ugly word and he quickly stopped going potty. I moved my hand in attempt to wipe my face and then, what do ya know, he started going again all over Mom's bed. She couldn't stop laughing at me trying hard not to vomit at the thought of the urine in my mouth even if it was Grey's. Anyways, he is doing great starting to hold his own head up now and beginning to scoot his way. Last night he was talking, or trying to, and he would notice his toes and get tickled. Such a blessing he has been coming into our lives and filling them with little sounds and some big ones too. I can't wait for him to walk or talk and I'm sure as soon as he does we will wish for the old days again. Taylor's birthday is quickly approaching and it always seems so quick after Christmas. I have no idea what to get her, but I'm sure she will let me know. Well till next time. buh-bye