The mountains and what we're singing

A few weeks ago, my mom, her new dog, my baby, and I took a road trip to Atlanta and then on to the mountains. Momma had to pick out tile and such for the basement that we're finishing in the mountain house. All in all, it was a wonderful trip with only once or twice saying "what were we thinking" in regard to the puppy and baby situation. I think my baby fared better than the dog because I recount yelling "Dixie!" more times than tending to any crying on John Henry's part. 

But it was a wonderfully relaxing trip with even a dear friend, Dorothy, visiting for the night from Anderson. We solve all the world's problems over a glass(es) of wine. 

Dorothy even helps with the most massive of blow out diapers at the dignified Old Edwards Inn. 

A glass on a beautiful afternoon at The Old Edwards Inn. 

Cue the music...

...Stop the music. The "most massive blow out diaper" ensued shortly there after. 

These photos are beautiful, and so was our time. I just felt that I should be honest with real life scenarios too. {i.e. "The most massive blow out diaper"}.

That seems to be the only short-coming about dear John Henry. An angel, I tell ya. 

Since being home, we got into some prizes that I was going to save for JH's Easter basket. 

The finger puppets from his grandparents made it's way into the fruit bowl. That made me smile. 

I got these 2 CD's in the $5 bin at Wal Mart and have been enjoying them in the mornings as we make breakfasts and lunch for daddy. 

I just love these songs! Andrew and I find ourselves singing them all morning, and they bring back memories from church camp for him and VBS for me. 

A few to note: "I Am A C.h.r.i.s.t.i.a.n." I was humming this one in the grocery just yesterday. Strolling my buggy and baby along down the aisles. As I was humming, I passed judgement on someone. I can't remember why, but it dawned on me how horrible I am...while singing about how I am a CHRISTIAN! Woe is me. 

Moving on to blasphemy...

When I sing "When the Saints Go Marching In", I am naturally overcome with chanting "Who Dat?! Who Dat?! Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?!"

All while dancing with the baby on my hip. 

Oh, and don't think Andrew's so innocent. "Glory, Glory Hallelujah" is turned into "Glory, Glory to ol' Auburn! A.U.B.U.R.N!" 

Maybe the worst is my dance rendition of "His Banner Over Me is Love." It's sort of a salsa version, and I just can't help but dance like the salsa scene in Along Came Polly...with my baby. 

I have no idea why I'm telling people this...

Anyway, we are doing well and getting our hearts ready for Easter during this holy week. 

In addition to children's bible songs that we are defaming, I have in my heart "Jesus Paid It All" from church this past Sunday. A wonderful, joyful cry of praise from God's people. 

"I hear the Savior say, "Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all."

Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.

Lord, now indeed I find Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots And melt the heart of stone.

And when before the throne I stand in Him complete,
"Jesus died my soul to save" my lips shall still repeat

O Praise the one who paid my debtAnd raised this life up from the dead"

Now if I could just get Andrew to not think of the AlabamaCrimson{stain}RollTide every time we sing that part, we'll be good. He says it just makes sin that much more revolting. He truly gets the despair of sin. 

Right. 

Love one another. Got it.