Saturday, October 24, 2009

Behind...

Yes, Daniel is spending a lot of time on his...  behind, that is.  He now can sit up all by himself for LONG periods of time.  He also can sit up in a high chair (praise the Lord), yet he highly dislikes sitting in his new convertible car seat.  Nevertheless, he can sit, and it's an awesome thing!

That's really NOT the point of this post.  I have a million things to update on - turning 6 months old, going on vacation, learning to sit up, taking his first real step crawling step, learning to pull up to standing - I mean, we are WAY BEHIND on keeping you all updated. 

Hopefully, we've given you a SLIGHT glimpse into what is happening here, but alas, it's a busy but blessed weekend with a million places to be from game night to cows and farmers to church and homecoming to visiting with our Jamaican missionary.  I realize that was extremely vague, but I promise to let you in on it all very soon.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Daniel is Tired of Being Sick and Tired

Well, it has been the month of all things LONG. Long sickness, long baby, and long time since our last post.

What do I mean? Daniel's been sick his whole fifth month, and he's been to the doctor three times. He's getting so long; he was a whopping 26 inches at one of the three appointments (seriously, they all are running together now). It's been so hectic around here that I've failed to post all of his major accomplishments like his first time sitting on his own, first time to crawl, first of two ear infections (in two weeks), first time taking two rounds of antibiotics, first time missing two weeks of church, first millionth time to NOT sleep through the night... But, he's as cute, feisty, and active as ever!

Only the bath makes him happy these days!


He found his toes...


Mimi came to play with Daniel.


The "thinker" pose


When he's in deep thought (or confusion), this is what he does!


Crawling towards Pop's keys...


Thursday, October 1, 2009

Enough...

I never would have imagined that I would come to this point, but I have.

Enough.

I guess after four years of blabbing and being emotional and completely sharing my heart that I have found that it is time.  I love writing, and although my heart adores letting loose and exposing my mistakes, insecurities, and hard-earned lessons, I believe it has had enough.  

I look across the room this very second and see the sweetest blue-eyed boy looking back at me.  I have an amazing husband, and more than that, he truly has become my best friend.  Most importantly, I have God who loves me more than anyone should be allowed.  Those reasons alone are why I have decided to stop writing here on To Heaven and Back.  


God has blessed me with so many gifts, and I want to focus on them.  I want to spend more time on living, studying God's word, being a mother, loving on Daniel, learning life as a wife, showing my feelings to Brian, learning to cook, painting gifts for others, and just enjoying the life I've been given.  You can still read about my life as a mother here and what I'll be painting here.  That's not to say I won't post here from time to time, but enough is enough. 



And life, well, it's good.  It's really, unbelievably good.  





All my love,
Jenna 



Sunday, September 20, 2009

Fabulously Five




In his 18th week:
He weighed 16 lbs and 1 1/2 ounces.
He was in the 75th percentile in weight, length, and head circumference.
Size 3 diapers...  Good-N-E-S-S!
He was introduced to Applesauce baby food.
He L-O-V-E-D to eat from the spoon.
He learned how to spit... On his own.
Teething was a monster.
He went to his first football game.
He played with his buddy, Pierce.
He enjoyed touching the face of whoever was holding him.
He was SO close to sitting on his own... with his hands holding him up.
He discovered the monitor in his crib.
He was beginning to crawl...
He would get on his knees, rear in the air, head on the floor, and just push.
He never really crawled... yet.

In his 19th week:
He started Banana baby food again.
Except this time it WAS NOT organic.
Organic gave him a rash. So strange.
He would only take a pacifier if he could put it all the way in his mouth.
He was big enough to wear 9 month clothes.
He really attempted to hold his own bottle.
He would reach for anything in his sight.
He could sit up IF his hands were on the floor.
But later in the week, he could sit up without hands.
For all of 10 seconds...
He rolled everywhere.
The television continued to amaze him.
His signature face was when his mouth was wide open, drool was running down his chin, and he was wide-eyed.
He chewed on everything.

In his 20th week:
He became more aware of his hands.
He ate peaches like you wouldn't believe!
He smiled more than any kid I know!
He got a lot of visit from his family - because Mommy had to paint and was sick.
He started this weird habit of hitting himself in the stomach.
Changing his diaper was impossible UNLESS you handed him an empty bag of wipes...
He loved to hear the sound it made!
He rolled all over everywhere.  He would not stay put.
He enjoyed his umbrella stroller more than anything else he had.
TEETHING - He drooled.  He slobbered.  He was always chewing on something.
Oh, and he ate the fire out of some baby food prunes!
He watched slept through his daddy playing in his alumni basketball game.

In his 21st week:
He began eating vegetables...  Squash that is.  Baby food version.
Oh, and 1st food jars were not enough for him!
It's official.  6 month clothes were too small.
He sat up leaned mostly.
Well, he would sit up by leaning on his hands, but that counts as sitting up to his parents.
He tried his Johnny Jump Up for the first time!
He shopped 'til he dropped with his momma.
Everybody he knows was having birthdays and weddings!
He started loving his daddy...
He would follow daddy's every, single move.
He'd grin when daddy got home or when he walked into the room.
He took a crawling step...  just one though.  He's working hard on it.
Oh, and he FINALLY took a pacifier to help with bedtime.
But, of course, it's only a certain kind.  Playtex Binky's.
He also ate sweet potatoes, and ate them UP.



Oh, and here are some other events in Daniel's fifth month...

Eating was always a funny and messy occasion.



He was busy learning how to sit up on his own.



Teaching Daniel that the new car seat wasn't so bad.  It's also his new recliner.  Here he was in front of the television.



Visiting his cousins in West TN for his daddy's Alumni basketball game


Playing in his Johnny Jump Up


He surprised us when he took his first step...  crawling, that is.



Getting dressed up for the UT/Florida game...  SOMEONE, please, buy this kid some Black and Gold gear.


At his friend, Addy's 1st birthday party


Kissing Mommy at the party


Playing with some of his FAVORITE girls...
 

Oh, and I forgot to show this when Daniel FIRST had baby food...

Bananas, Baby! from Jenna Johnson on Vimeo.




Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Fearless...

It's not everyday that I open up and completely share my emotions.  It's not often that I have to admit to my insecurities.  It's not enjoyable when other people see me cry, and I am not a huge fan of feeling vulnerable. 

Oh, but sisters, I am.  I am emotional.  I am completely insecure.  I cry, and I am ridiculously vulnerable in the fact that I need to share something I've learned.  If I haven't said so, I am neck deep in the Esther Bible study with Beth Moore.  I have never been so moved to open my heart and fall face first into the arms of Jesus.  Because Beth is right, "It's Tough Being a Woman." And do you know why it's tough for me?  Do you know what I've been struggling with for months now?

Fear. 

I mean, full-fledged, scared to sleep, terrified to live kind of fear, and I am so sick of it.  I have been dealing with fear from all angles of my life.  Every aspect of fear, from the fearing of my lack of control, being fearful of being lonely in regards to faithful friendships, to being horrified of failing, to my struggles with making decisions, and even scared of death.  I could go in great detail over all of these.  I could tell you that I am fearful of losing control.  I am so miserable over not having solid Christian relationships.  I am sick over the idea of failing at being a wife, a mother, a Christian, you name it.  I have the most difficult time making decisions over fear of making the wrong ones.  I could tell you that I am so scared of losing loved ones. But honestly, it wouldn't do me or you any good.

What I have realized (with the aid of Beth Moore) is that each fear I have is a motive for the devil.  He attacks me when I am fearful and scared, and I am almost certain, if you're willing to admit it, that Satan is doing the same to you.  Sweet friends, let's take hold of these fears and no longer be gripped by them.  Because it's our gift from the Lord to be able to LIVE.  And not just live but live it more abundantly.  Fear is not included in that gift.  Jesus set us free from that fear when He saved our souls.  And that's a good thing for me, because I don't want to live like this.  I want to look life straight in the face and LIVE...  fearlessly.

I don't know how it could get any better than that.