He Smells Like a Stripper

Wait…what?

My sweet baby boy is suffering with a dry skin issue. We’re not talking about a little “ashy” look from time to time. This boy is scaly like a lizard, peeling all over, and dry. I thought that delaying his newborn bath would prevent this as it did with our daughter, but I was wrong. His bath was delayed, and he still dried out. And he’s stayed that way for 3 months now.

The lovely ladies at our midwife clinic said to try some coconut oil.

But here’s the thing, I have learned that I am a skeptic first. Always. Whether western medicine or natural remedies. Madness, I say. It is all madness.

Sure, I’ve heard that coconut oil does everything, fixes everything, can be used to cook, you can eat it, hair loves it, skin loves it, it’s the magic make a rash disappear, must have it on hand, oil. Heck, put it in your coffee. Good fats. Good fats. Makes bug bites stop stinging/itching etc. I’ve heard so often “put some CO on/in it,” that I decided I would hold off getting any – for nearly the last two years. I mean, can it really be that amazing?

I’m even more skeptical of baby lotion, so I bought the CO as recommended.

I’m in love with a small jar of hard white (brown flecks are normal) jar of cold-pressed, organic, all natural, never refined, totally raw and chemical free coconut oil.
(Sorry honey) I have it at home. I have it at work. I use it on my lips instead of chapstick now. I use it on my hands. I cover the dried out baby boy from head to toe once or twice a day.

After one of these coverings, my sweet husband picked up our little linebacker, took one whiff, and looked me square in the eyes, “He smells like a stripper.”

Well there you have it folks. Coconut oil may cure what ails you, but you’re going to smell like a stripper if you cover yourself in it.

(As for the dry rash, I see improvement with application, but am also working on some dietary changes because it seems to be persisting. If I miss a rub down, he’s still awfully dry.)

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Missed a Saturday, but Not this One

I missed last Saturday, which throws off my goal of blogging every single Saturday this year.

So I was tempted to not post anything today – because I missed one anyway, and while I had a few thoughts I wanted to get written out for today, I failed to do so.

I have a post I’m working on editing for next week, about God and worshipping Him for who He is.

Today I cut the boys’ hair and took “Saturday Selfies” with them. I think we will play a game this evening after dinner.

I spent last night and today working on our online presence for Walker’s Roadside. I need to find a few more fun games to play on there, but I’ll deal with that one week at a time. (This week is planned, thankfully!)

My book needs more attention, but I got stumped and haven’t been able to get myself unstumped. Writing the first draft really isn’t hard, IMO. Editing it and turning it into something shareable is really difficult.

I am thankful for my sweet husband and all of his hard work and how well he cares for me and the kids.

I am extremely disappointed by the media, and the stance on freedom of choice people are taking with the recent measles/Disney drama. Regardless of whether you vaccinate, don’t vaccinate, or choose a delayed/alternate schedule, I think the choice should be yours. Forced vaccination leads to other forced medical procedures. Soon it will be “two kids, tubes tied” because we are overpopulating the earth. Forced surgeries and treatments, no matter what the patient wants. It’s a frightening thought, honestly.

I am sharply reminded that no matter what is happening on earth, my God is King and Conqueror – and I will sit at His feet one day, worshipping Him. That, my friends, is GOOD NEWS.

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I am like Peter.

It pains me to admit that I am like Peter. If someone asked me which disciple I most thought I was like, it would have never been Peter.

Peter denied Jesus.

I would never do that.

I would never behave like the Israelites.

I would never forget the goodness, glory, righteousness, grace, love, provision, healing that comes from God. No way, no how. I have the things in my own life that remind me, and the Bible serves as a fantastic reminder of just how amazing our God is. I would never deny Him, would I?

Today, Pastor called me. I cannot express in words how thankful I am for his call and his prayers. We are facing some parenting challenges, and it was nice to hear from not only a parent who has gone before me, but also a man of God, and to know I’m not alone. He has wise words, but where he doesn’t have many words, he has questions, and questions help me think and reason and come up with my own conclusions. I like questions. Some questions, anyway.

As we neared the end of the call, he wanted to pray with me. He asked if I wanted to pray first, or if I wanted him to pray first. I gave him the go ahead to pray first. And my office filled up with people as he prayed. To be honest, I am not even sure what he prayed because there were too many people in my office, and they all needed something from me. I froze.

“You covered it, I don’t have anything to add.”

And I got off the phone. I had a little giggle over my silliness and went on about my business, helping the people that needed my attention/time/information etc. But later, as I was recounting the story to my mom, and she said “You know God laughed about that.” I carried on and the words came out of my mouth before they sunk in, “either that or I denied Jesus, just like Peter.” and she said, “And that makes me cry.”

Tonight, I am asking for a whole lot of grace. I’m asking for enough grace for myself and enough grace to give, and enough grace to carry me through the days and weeks and months ahead as we walk through these parenting challenges. I am thankful that Jesus paid the price for me, even knowing my past, my present, and my future. He knows that stuff I’m going to screw up (before I ever even screw up) and He loves me anyway. Tonight, I’m clinging to that, because it’s the lifeline this Momma needs.

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