You might be a parent if...

(the results of my facebook survey, thank you to Theresa Crowell, Jessica Bowden, Katy Horning, Judi Pingle, Zara McKie-Hastings, Julie Campbell, Kathy Duncan, Susan McGeown, and Kristen Orosz!)

1. You are unable to walk out of the house without some sort of snot, pee, poop, spit up, or whatever else comes out of the little buggers all over you; even when you think you are clean. You aren't.
2. You can't go the day without singing Dora, Phineas & Ferb, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, or Handy Manny.
3. You can't walk across your floor without picking up at least one Cheerio on your foot.
4. You consider chicken nuggets, Mac & Cheese, Fish crackers, graham crackers, and peanut butter (if kiddo isn't allergic) the 5 basic food groups.
5. You are wondering just how many of these you can come up with.
6. You can't remember the last time you went to the bathroom alone.
7. You can smell a dirty diaper from across the room, even when no one else smells anything.
8. You absolutely understand now what YOUR parents meant when they said, "You'll understand one day."
9. You've ever said some form of, "I'm not being mean, I'm keeping you SAFE."
10. You say things you swore you would never say, I.E. "Stop crying before I give you something to cry about." "You get what you get and don't throw a fit." "I can't hear you when you're whining."
11. You randomly hum the theme song to Sponge Bob Squarepants.
12. The last 5 movies you have seen have been cartoons.
13. 9pm is past your bedtime
14. You can function on 2 hours of sleep.
15. Your family pet doubles as a vacuum cleaner
16. You own stock in Spray & Wash and hand sanitizer
17. You carry baby wipes, crackers, & matchbox cars in your purse.
18. You can't remember your life before kids.
19. No matter how badly your kids misbehave, you thank God for blessing you with them.
20. You can actually make a valid argument for nose picking because sometimes you've just gotta get those boogies out of their tiny noses!
21. You reach over to wipe food, dirt, gunk, etc. off of the face of someone who is not your child, and not even necessarily related to you.
22. You've developed chronic shoulder/back pain from lugging around a 15lb. diaper bag, a purse large enough to hold the overflow, and the child for whom you are toting all this stuff!
23. Even if your child is ugly, you think he/she is the most beautiful child on Earth.
24. Everything they do is better and cuter than anyone else's child.
25. You would stay up all night making a blouse for a school presentation the next day because you only learned about it just before your child went to bed.
    
26. Warm tea/coffee is a luxury to you.
27. Every time you open your bag for your wallet, you have to remove a diaper (nappy), baby wipes, tylenol (calpol), and a zhu zhu pet just to see the bottom of the bag.
28. Your car smells permanently of sour milk and is knee deep in lollypop wrappers (papers).
29. You sky plus (TIVO) list consists entirely of children's shows.
30. Pampering yourself means you got a shower this week.
31. The very loud screaming and crying fit in the store doesn't bother you. Even after you realize it's your own child doing it.
32. It's normal to microwave a cup of tea/coffee about 5 times and still drink it cold!
33. You begin to like the smell of baby vomit.
34. You are having a conversation with your significant other or even another adult and you use words such as, "boo boo" or "yuckies."
35. Most of your adult conversations are about your kids.
36. Even though you potty trained your last child 8 years ago, you still refer to the bathroom as the potty and ask everyone (even your spouse) if they have to go before you leave the house.
37. You refer to your husband as "Daddy" so often that you begin to forget what his real name is...
    
    
    

A New Blog...

So, Sadly, Theresa and I have decided to stop the joint Knitters Without Sitters blog. I'm a horrible blogger and she's great, but has her family one to tend to, so we're going our separate ways blog-wise. (Best Friend-wise we're still BFFs, just in case you were worried).

Also, The Davis' stay in good ole Ireland will come to a close in a few months, so The Davis' Irish Style didn't seem a good title any more.

After thinking it through, I wanted a blog that described our day to day life from here out, and needed to add my knitting patterns, too.

Fact #1: I knit...A. Lot.

Fact #2: I knit everywhere we go. The car, the movies, etc.

Fact #3: We're never home, so I get lots of knitting opportunities. (yay!)

Fact #4: I think my family tries to keep their distance from me when I whip out the needles and yarn (but they do their best to hide their humiliation).

Here's hoping this blog entertains...someone other than me...

Lemming

I wanted this first post to be about why I'm moving our site...again...and why I titled it the way I did...and blah blah blah. But that'll have to be my next post. This topic is too important to ignore...

If it has "Knits" in the title, I feel it should be about knitting, too. But this story only begins with knitting.

Last night, at Knit Group (see told you...knitting), a discussion came about concerning God and everyone's beliefs or lack there of. A couple members admitted their belief that there is no God, or their feelings that they weren't sure. Others stayed silent. I, just couldn't let it go.

If they're able to voice their opinion that there's simply no God, then why can't I stand up and say, "I believe with all my heart that there is a God."? Why has it become so PC to shyly ignore your faith in The One who takes care of and loves you?

It was mentioned that they believed God to fall into the same category as Faeries and Greek Mythology. That reading the stories from The Bible was exactly the same as reading any other fictional collection of tales. My heart truly broke. For God. For them.

How could you not look at your children and see God in every cell? They have the perfect hair color, cheeks that you can't resist kissing, eyelashes that reach Heaven. They delight in everything and fear nothing. They want only to be loved and praised. Every adult looks at a happy child and thinks, "I wish I could go back to when things were that simple." or "I wish I got tickled over the small things."

How can you watch a child and sincerely think that little person, in all that they are, is just a result of "coincidence," "evolution"?

I've heard people talk about Christians being "naive" and "gullible." I have to say with absolute certainty that it's the opposite.

One of the girl's quoted last night (from who I can't remember or seem to find on Google) that without Religion, there would be no war.

SERIOUSLY????

That's the equivalent of thinking that if a high school girl had better clothes/hair/body, or a boy was smarter/more athletic/handsomer, they wouldn't get bullied. Get real.
Kids will find something else to ridicule each other over. It's reality. So's the fact that war would happen whether or not religion existed. People have differences, some people have less tolerance for those differences. War would ensue. That, my friends, is also reality. Religion is just a scapegoat.

And my last pet peeve about non-Christians. WHY DO YOU CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS/EASTER IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN CHRIST?????? The 2 biggest Christian holidays of the year. Christmas = Christ's Birth. Argue over when Christ was actually born all you want, but December 25, CHRISTMAS, is when JESUS CHRIST'S BIRTH is celebrated. That's what Christmas is. Easter is the celebration of Christ rising from the grave, saving all of mankind from sin and death. It's not about Santa or the Easter bunny, gifts or treats. Why on earth would you celebrate that if you didn't believe? Christmas is the one time of year when prices are highest. Why on earth would you celebrate the birth of Christ, just to spend more money? Makes sense to me.

When I posed this question to the group last night, the response was basically because everyone else is doing it, and we're just following the masses.

What are we? Lemmings?

In a generation that is so determined to strive for individuality and non-conformity, following the masses sounds a little hypocritical, doesn't it?

I'm proud to be a follower of Christ, a child of God. I want my kids to know how important praising God is.

I can't wait to get out of a war-torn country, where the war still rages between religions. It's a drag to hear how many people have given up...