Thursday, April 29, 2010

Short Eisley Stories from This Morning

This morning Eisley grabbed a Whole Foods bag and walked to the door and said, "Bye, Mommy! I going shopping."  I asked her what she was going shopping for and she said, "Food!" I asked her what kind of food she was going to buy and she said, "Tomaynos" (Tomatoes).  I find this amusing because Eisley doesn't actually like tomatoes and typically won't eat them. Second, I love the way she says the word.

Also this morning, I realized the damage we may have done by insisting that Eisley always have a bow or a clip in her hair. She often wakes up in the morning and first thing, finds a bow to put in her hair. No joke. But this morning I had a small clip in my hair to hold it out of my face. It actually wasn't even one of her clips, but was one of my own. As soon as Eisley saw it she got pouty and started saying, "My clip, Mommy. My clip!" When I explained that it was actually Mommy's' clip, she started crying.  Then she ripped it out of my hair and tried to put it in her own. So...sorry in advance if you or your kid ever has a clip or bow in your hair and Eisley tries to take it.

A few seconds later, Eisley went to her play kitchen, found a play knife, and came up to me and happily starting running the knife through my hair, saying, "Hair cut, Mommy! Hair cut!" I am not sure this is entirely unrelated to the clip incident.

Finally, she just was sitting next to me, and lightly kicked my computer screen. So I sternly said, "No, Eisley. Do NOT do that." She said, "I go time out." The girl is catching on!

Is it really only 8:19 a.m.?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Small Talk: A Pastoral Art

From Eugene Peterson'sThe Contemplative Pastor (emphasis mine):

The practice of manipulating conversation was widely used among people I respected in my college and seminary years, and I was much influenced by them. Their conviction was that every conversation could be turned, if we were sharp enough, into witness. A casual conversation on an airplane could be turned into an eternity-fraught conversation on the soul. A brief interchange with a filling-station attendant could yield the opening for "a word for Christ."

Such approaches to conversation left no room for small talk-- all small talk was manipulated into big talk: of Jesus, of salvation, of the soul's condition.

But however appropriate such verbal strategies are for certain instances of witness (and I think there are such instances), as habitual practice they are wrong. If we bully people into talking on our terms, if we manipulate them into responding to our agenda, we do not take them seriously where they are in the ordinary and the everyday.

Nor are we likely to become aware of the tiny shoots of green grace that the Lord is allowing to grow in the back yards of their lives. If we avoid small talk, we abandon the very field in which we have been assigned to work. Most of people's lives is not spent in crisis, not lived at the cutting edge of crucial issues. Most of us, most of the time, are engaged in simple, routine tasks, and small talk is the natural language. If pastors belittle it, we belittle what most people are doing most of the time, and the gospel is misrepresented.

I do not want to be misunderstood: pastoral conversation should not be bound along mindless clichés like gutter water. What I intend is that we simply be present and attentive to what is there conversationally, as respectful of the ordinary as we are of the critical. Some insights are only accessible while laughing. Others arrive only by indirection.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Night Class.

I've just realized that many of my favorite seminary classes have been my Tuesday night classes. On occasion, I've had to take night classes, in order to accommodate my work or Eisley's childcare schedule. And all of my Tuesday night classes have made it in to the "Top Classes" list. Maybe I'm a night owl and learn better late at night.

At any rate, that brings me my next favorite class, SF502: Spiritual Life of the Minister

This class was simulcast from the Florida Asbury Campus, and was taught by Dr. Steve Harper.

This class is a great class to have taken in this, my last semester of seminary. It's all about exactly what its name suggests-- the spiritual life of the minister.  Week after week, Dr. Harper offered true gems of wisdom to us. And most of all, this class has been restorative to my soul. Years of wearing so many hats in my life have really worn me down. I'm tired in a lot of ways. And this class has revived me. It's given me hope I didn't even know I needed.  This class has been all about packing our backpacks for the long journey ahead-- departing from this place equipped to serve God and his people-- and in doing that, not letting our own souls end up in the desert. This class has definitely been a favorite.

If you ever get a chance to have a class with Dr. Harper, I highly recommend it.  He's fantastic!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Nervous

I was nervous about going to seminary after Billy & I had first made the decision to move to Kentucky.  So nervous, in fact, that I put off registering for classes for as long as possible. I don't know what it was, why I was so nervous-- but I was. Excited. But nervous. I remember being in the spare bedroom of our Dallas apartment, sitting at the computer, when the phone rang. It was my Academic Advisor, calling from Kentucky.  She said she'd noticed I hadn't yet registered for classes, even though I'd been accepted to ATS for a few weeks. She wanted to see how she could help me figure out what classes to take.  I was grateful for her call. It helped get me past the nervousness. That very evening, I registered for classes. But because I had waited as long as I had, there weren't too many classes that still had open seats. I ended up pretty much just registering for whatever was available.

One of those classes was OT501, the introductory Biblical Hebrew course. When I would mention to people I was taking Hebrew, they would say things like, "You're taking Hebrew your first semester in seminary?"  Well. Yes, I was. Not because I would have otherwise chosen to, but because it was one of only a few options. I took that class with Paul Cook. It was actually his last semester at ATS. He was a great teacher. I immediately fell in love with the Hebrew language. It made sense to me and I thoroughly enjoyed learning it. And even though it wasn't required for my degree plan, I took a second semester of Hebrew as one of my electives.

I don't have an incredibly deep reason for this being one of my favorite seminary classes. It just was. It was fun. Paul Cook made it fun. I made friends with a couple of folks in there that are still some of my all-time favorite people in the world. We had a blast learning Hebrew vocabulary words together and, okay, occasionally playing interactive games on our laptops in the back row. Don't judge us. We still learned.

I also group OT502, my second Hebrew class, in with this one and say that IT also was hands-down one of my favorite classes of seminary. This time, Christina Bosserman taught, and she was also a great teacher (Most folks at ATS are). We had fun translating the book of Jonah and learning more about Hebrew grammar. I have such fond memories of gathering with some amazing friends on the 3rd floor of the library, learning vocabulary words, translating Hebrew text, listening to great music, and playing our famous marker-toss game.

I'm going to miss Wilmore.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Snippets

I am forever trying to determine the purpose of this blog. Is it to post serious and profound things (were I to ever have anything profound to say)? Is it to share stories about our family? Is it to share quotes, pictures, etc? It drives me crazy that I'm all over the place with this thing. I think the reason I'm having such a hard time figuring out what this blog is supposed to be about (Yes, after almost 4 years at it), is because I wear so many hats. I'm a wife, a mom, a children's pastor, student, friend, sister, daughter, etc. There's a lot that happens in my world. My world that is impossible to compartmentalize.

So what will happen from this point forward,  is that I'm going to just share whatever the heck I want to share.  And you can read the parts of it that interest you. I've tried having a separate, side-kick blog dedicated to my less-than-profound thoughts and experiences, but  I have had a hard time deciding what goes where.  So from now on, this where all of it will go. You'll get posts about theology, my own spiritual life, funny stories about my kid, sweet stories about my husband, photos, random thoughts, quotes, etc. I mean, that's sort of what's happened here on the blog anyway. But there have been periods of time where I just haven't posted anything, with the only reason being-- I haven't been sure if/how something fits here. So from here on out, I'm just posting whatever is on my heart.

With that said, I wanted to share a couple of recent Eisley stories.  She's a funny one (At least to her parents)!

This Morning

This morning I went into Eisley's room to get her out of bed. She greeted me with her usual, "Hey-o (Hello), Mommy! Morning!" I gave her a good morning kiss, and we went through the normal morning routine of a diaper change. After I changed her diaper, off she went down the hall. I stayed behind to throw the diaper away and wash my hands. I then went to the kitchen where I found Eisley coming out of the pantry, Multigrain Cheerios in-hand. She handed me the box and said, "I eat cereal, okay?" She then climbed into her booster seat, and sat with her hands in her lap, looking at me.  Well. Of course I got a bowl and poured the girl a bowl of cereal. She sat quietly at the table and ate her cereal.  She didn't even ask me for help, which she sometimes does. Sure, a little milk dripped on to the table and a few cheerios hit the floor.  But she did a great job eating her cereal by herself. She didn't speak much, which is unusual for Eisley. Maybe she was just in a contemplative mood today.  She finished her bowl of cereal and looked at me and said, "More cereal. Okay?" So I poured a second bowl. Which she finished. Then she looked at me and said, "Okay. Done. I go pay (play)."  I just sort of watched this whole thing happen, all the while thinking every cliche thought you could imagine. I wondered when she had become such a big girl.  I wondered why time seems to fly by these days. I tried to remember how I spent my mornings before she was born. And then I got up from the table and joined my daughter in the living room, where she was feeding her baby dolls their breakfast.  Milk, juice, and... chicken? Yep. She was feeding them chicken for breakfast.


Yesterday Morning

Our morning routine is pretty predictable: Billy wakes up (EARLY) and goes to work. Then Eisley wakes up (waking me up) and we get out of bed. We have breakfast together, say our morning prayers, Eisley comes to our bedroom to play, while I take my (very quick!) shower. I get myself ready while watching Eisley play, and then I get Eisley ready. After Eisley is dressed, she goes back to playing, while I gather up whatever she and I will need for the day. And then we're off.  I go to work and Eisley goes to "school" -- the daycare at the church where I work.  Yesterday morning we had done the routine, and Eisley was sitting on the couch looking at some books when it was time to go. I asked her, "Eisley, are you ready to go to school?" Her response was quick: "Nope. Can't."  She looked at her book again.  I then said, "Eisley. Don't you want to go to school? Do you want to go see your friends at school?" Her response was again, "Nope. Can't." So I said, "Well. We're going anyway, and I know you'll have fun when we get there."  She put her books down, walked to the door, and turned around, and looked at the living room. She waved her hand and said, "Bye, Toys! See ya!"


Last Night

Last night Billy was at home with Eisley while I was in class. He told me that after she took her bath, she started asking to go "Night night".  We've actually been having a few difficulties at bedtime with Eisley the past couple of weeks-- she is (unfortunately) like her mother, and doesn't want to go to bed for fear that she will miss out on something. So she's been protesting a bit lately, and bedtime just hasn't been very much fun.  It's not horrible. Just not as easy as it once was.  So it was unusual that she was asking to go to bed. We usually read books with Eisley before bedtime, so Billy asked if she wanted to read before bed. She said, "Yep!" and then picked out some books from her bookshelf.  She gathered them all up and sat on the couch with them. She was "reading" them when Billy asked, "Eisley, would you like me to read those books to you?"  Eisley said, "Nope. I read it. I read it." So she read her books. She flipped through them, intently looked at them, and then shut her last book, looked at Billy and said, "Okay. Night night." Then she got off the couch and walked down the hall to her room! And went to sleep without making a peep.  I would love it if this were a new trend in our home.

It's Almost Time!


Go Mavs! 

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Organizing My Closet

Billy and I were supposed spend yesterday in Bowling Green, KY, meeting our new little friend Evangeline.  But when Eisley woke up slightly ill, we decided to stay home, rather than exposing the newborn Evangeline to the germs of our toddler. Though we were beyond disappointed, we decided to make the best of the day anyway. I know it doesn't sound glamorous, but we spent the day organizing Eisley's closet and drawers. We sorted through clothes and toys, packed things away, made a "giveaway pile" and put together bags of clothes to take to the consignment store. We felt an amazing sense of accomplishment at the end of the day. It feels SO good to get organized. All seemed right with the world.

As I sat on the floor with Billy, organizing Eisley's closet, I was reminded of one of the best and most amazing experiences of my life so far: Dr. Sandra Richter's* Old Testament Introduction course. Yes. this was an amazing life experience. Not just an amazing academic one.

The class met once-weekly on Tuesday nights. And I clearly remember the first class session. Dr. Richter spoke truth that night (as she did every night).  She said that for many, their Old Testament knowledge was like a disorganized closet. There were bits of information stored in their minds, that were just sort of sitting there, stacked on top of one another, dusty, and rarely accessed. These persons are not quite sure how everything fits together, they're not sure how it all connects.  She said that we often hear very little preaching from the Old Testament because people's knowledge of it doesn't make sense. Or worse, they think that somehow, Jesus doesn't fit in to the Old Testament, so maybe they think it's not as important to preach from, like the New Testament.  She said we tend to just sort of dig through the piles in our Old Testament closets, and pull something out, and use it as best we know how. Then we just throw it back in. She said, then, that she was there to help organize our closets. She was there to help us make sense of it all. She was there to help us see how everything in the Old Testament points to Jesus.

And then she gave her lecture on Covenant. Anyone who has had Dr. Richter before knows this one.  She stood at the front of the class, speaking of this God of Covenant and his deep deep love for and pursuit of Israel, with tears streaming down her face, overwhelmed by his great Love. Tears were streaming down my face, too.  This was a life-altering moment. As Dr. Richter unfolded the story of Redemptive History, something was ignited in my soul. There I sat, with a new hunger for God in my heart, and a new understanding of the significance of the sacrifice that was made by Jesus on the cross.  And with a love I'd never before had for the Old Testament Scripture. I was blown away.

That class was a great adventure. And I have to say-- almost every class session was as life-altering as the first.  I wish each one of you could have taken that class with me.  It was amazing.

Since you could not take the class with me, I commend this book to you. It's Dr. Richter's Epic of Eden. It is in many ways, her Old Testament Introduction course in book form. Order it now.  Though you won't have the benefit of hearing Dr. Richter in person, this book will help you get your Old Testament closet organized.  And organizing your Old Testament closet is much more fun and worthwhile than organizing your earthly ones.



*Dr. Richter is now a part of the faculty at Wesley Biblical Seminary, and an adjunct professor here at ATS. This is why her profile comes from the WBS website, and not Asbury's. When I took her course 3.5 years ago, she was a part of the Asbury faculty.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Genesis

genesis [ˈjenəsis] noun- the origin or mode of formation of something, source, root, beginning, start.

Next up in  the review of my seminary career is  Basic Christian Doctrine with Dr. Allan Coppedge.

Now, I know you may be thinking, "Wait. I thought this post was about Genesis".  It is. Only, it's a different kind of genesis. This was my very first class at Asbury Seminary. It is where the journey began.

As I type this, I know my friend Jeremiah will wholeheartedly disagree with my assessment that this was a great class. I also know that my friend Jason will back me up on it.  And with good reason. It was a great class (Sorry, Jeremiah).

It was four years ago that I sat in that classroom.  I sat somewhere near the back-- I wasn't yet brave enough to sit on the front row like I do now.  I remember Dr. Coppedge entering the room, and without warning, belting out an old Charles Wesley hymn. The class joined in. I sat up straight in my chair, closed my eyes, and thought, "Wow. This is happening. I'm here." I cried a little that day, too-- overwhelmed that God would call me to such a place and on such a journey.

Dr. Coppedge did frighten me a little. This was my first encounter with a seminary professor.  I didn't know what to think and I didn't know how I was supposed to act. Was there some secret seminary classroom etiquette I wasn't aware of?  Was it okay to raise my hand in class?  Could everyone tell just by looking at me, how inadequate I felt that semester? I was sure everyone in my class was a genius and knew everything there was to know about seminary! (By the way, I never  worked up the nerve to raise my hand and ask a question in this, my first-ever seminary class.)

Dr. Coppedge's class was a great starting place. The class laid a real foundation for me that has served me well these past four years. I learned about church history. I learned about all the Church Councils. I learned about Wesleyan-Armenian Theology and about Calvinism.  I learned new words like harmartiology, soteriology, Christology, and Pneumatology. I learned about Trinitarian theology and what it means that God is a God of community within himself. I learned about the Roles of God and how those have been evidenced in Scripture, throughout history, and in even in my own personal life.

Yes. I spent 81.75 hours (That's an exact number!) over the course of that semester doing the required reading for the course. And I put together a notebook of notes from the reading and from class that is who-knows-how-long, and I pulled more than one all-nighter preparing for the midterm and final exams. But I reference that notebook several times a semester even now (it is filled with VERY useful information!), and sometimes I pull out my final exam just to see the grade of "A" written on it, and to read the comment, "Well done!" from Dr. Coppedge. It was not easily earned.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

It's the End of the World As We Know It.

Well. It's the end of the world as I know it. And the world isn't really ending. A whole new world is about to begin. But in just a few weeks, my seminary career is coming to an end. I'm quite emotional about it. These have been very important and transformational days for me. For our family. Since my days on the campus of Asbury Seminary are numbered, I'm feeling sentimental. So over the next few days and weeks, I'm going to share a little bit about my favorite classes at ATS. Granted, much of my growth has happened outside of the classroom, in chapel and in friendships and in conversations with peers. But the classroom has been a big part of the whole growth process, so that's where I'll start. I'm not really going in any particular order, except I kind of am. If I were doing a Top 10 list, then this first would be #10 on the list. Up there. But not all the way at the top. To give you an idea of how many classes I'm choosing from-- the Master of Divinity program at ATS is a 96 hour program. So approximately 35 (is that all?) total classes.

First up: Exegesis of Ephesians with Dr. Fred Long

exegesis: [ek-si-jee-sis] - noun. Critical explanation or interpretation of a text or portion of a text, esp. of the Bible.


I cannot believe I just said that this was one of my top classes. The reason I can't believe it, is because in the midst of it, this class caused me more anxiety than any other. More time and energy were spent on the assignments for this class than any other. This class kept me in the library, and away from my family, more than any other. Well. That I can remember, anyway. My brain has gone a bit fuzzy these past 4.5 years.

Part of the reason that this class was so hard, is because this was a class I took post-Eisley. When Eisley came along, that changed everything-- including the time I had to devote to homework, the amount of energy I had to give to my homework, and quite honestly, the desire I had to do homework. Let's face it. I'd have rather been at home, adoring her, than in the library, pouring over the Greek Bible and New Testament commentaries!  My final exegesis paper weighed in at 69 pages long. It was a paper written on just 6 verses of Scripture. It was beautiful. I felt as though I had really accomplished something when I turned it in.

But more great than the sense of accomplishment, was what I learned. Dr. Long taught us an incredible method of Biblical exegesis. It is a very thorough and usable method of exegesis, that allows for real interaction with and interpretation of the Biblical text, in a way that requires you maintain the integrity of the text. There was no room for lazy, sloppy, or poor exegesis. The standard was high (as it should be, when it comes to matters of Biblical interpretation), but the method itself was so thorough, that if you did it well, it was almost impossible for the result to be a poor interpretation of what the text was really saying.

I am grateful for the methods I learned. But I am also grateful for the experience of having been a student of Dr. Long's. This is because Dr. Long, while incredibly brilliant, has a pastor's heart. He wasn't so caught up in academia, that he was unable to relate in a real and personal way to his students. We began our class sessions with a time of intercessory prayer for one another and for others. Dr. Long had an amazing way of remembering what each of his students had been asking prayer for over the course of the semester, and always followed up. He took a real interest in the lives of his students. I appreciate that.

I would recommend this class to any student considering it. I will give a warning, however: If you take this class, you will have to work harder than you may want to. But it will all be worth it in the end.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Morning Stories

Today Eisley and I were sitting at the breakfast table. Eisley pointed up and said, "Sky! Up!" She then pointed down and said, "Gound (Ground)! Down!" I then tried to affirm her genius (ha!), while also explaining that technically, since we were inside, she was really pointing to the ceiling and the floor. She looked at me as though I were completely insane, while she said very matter-of-factly, "No, Mommy. Sky. Gound."

Then we said our morning prayers. We thanked God for our food, we prayed that Daddy would have a good day at work, and we of course prayed for Riley.  We prayed for a couple of other things and then said, "Amen."  Eisley then very sweetly looked at me and said, "Pay Keela and Yogan, too?" Kayla and Logan are Eisley's first cousins-- who she VERY much adores and grew quite attached to on our last trip to Texas. I love that she remembers them and talks about them every day, and now even wants to include them in our prayers. In fact, this morning I was definitely brought to tears as we prayed for Kayla and Logan.

We talk about our Texas trip a lot, and everyone who lives there. It has of course been difficult living so far away from our families these past few years. Eisley doesn't know her family like we wish she did, and her family is missing out on so many wonderful things that Eisley is learning.  However, on this recent trip to Texas, Eisley really learned who her family is and how it fits together- they made a lasting impression on her, and she talks about all of them frequently. Eisley has three sets of grandparents, and she even knows who goes together. Which is quite impressive, because sometimes I can't even keep them straight. She knows that MeeMaw goes with Papa, that Grandmomma and Granddaddy go together, and that Mimi and Beebaw are a pair. She asks about everyone in her family by name.  And I have to admit, that Eisley now joining us in longing to be with family, is further confirmation for us that it is time to move back to Texas.  Leaving Kentucky will be so very hard. But we are beyond excited about the possibility of being near our families once again.

Here are some pictures of Eisley with some of her family members:


The Collins Cousins

The Efurd Cousins:

The Lawson crew:

Monday, April 5, 2010

2 Words/Phrases I'm beginning to hate...

"Mine!" 

and

"I can't"

These seem to be the most commonly used words in Eisley's vocabulary lately. Everything is "mine!". And if we ask her to do something she doesn't want to do, her immediate response is "I can't".

We are trying to do whatever we can to minimize the frequency of these particular words, but some days it's as though this is all we hear.

Any time another person or even Riley the dog gets near one of Eisley's toys, Eisley runs over and says (cries?), "No! It mine. No touch! Mine!"

Tonight we asked Eisley if she was ready to put on her pajamas. She said (whined?), "No. I can't."

I know sharing is a difficult concept. And it's hard to do things you don't want to do. Especially when you're 20 months old.  But I'm hoping the days of sharing and cooperation aren't incredibly too far off.  Apparently, I'm delusional.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

See What a Morning

To me, you absolutely cannot find hymns better than the ones we sing on Resurrection Day. I woke up this morning singing "Up From the Grave He Arose".  By the time I got to church, I was singing Charles Wesley's "Christ the Lord is Risen Today".  That one brings me to tears every time I sing it.  Wesley tells the Resurrection story in such a beautiful and powerful way... and I'm overwhelmed.

But this year, I've added into the rotation a new Resurrection anthem. It's not an old hymn. It's relatively new. It's "Resurrection Hymn (See What a Morning)" and I close out this Easter Day by sharing its lyrics (Oh, and by the way, do you see how wonderfully this song speaks of the work of all three persons of the Godhead, and their roles in the work of salvation? It is definitely a new favorite! Thankful for a loving God and a RISEN Savior today!!)

See, what a morning, gloriously bright
with the dawning of hope in Jerusalem
Folded the grave clothes, tomb filled with light
As the angels announce Christ is risen!
See God's salvation plan, wrought in love,
Borne in pain, paid in sacrifice,
Fulfilled in Christ, the Man,
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!

See Mary weeping, "Where is he Laid"?
As in sorrow she turns from the empty tomb;
Hears a voice speaking, calling her name;
It's the Master, the Lord raised to life again!
The voice that spans the years,
Speaking life, stirring hope, bringing peace to us,
Will sound till he appears,
For He lives, Christ is risen from the dead!

One with the Father, Ancient of Days,
Through the Spirit who clothes faith with certainty
Honour and blessing, glory and praise
To the King crowned with power and authority!
And we are raised with Him,
Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered;
And we shall reign with Him
For He lives, Christ is risen from the dead!

Friday, April 2, 2010

Take a Knee

A few weeks ago, Eisley had a tiny (miniscule!) scratch on her left knee. She discovered it one day and pointed to it and said, "Ouch! It hurt. Aw, poor Eisee!" I thought the whole thing was hilarious and cute of course. Especially considering just how tiny the scratch was. But I responded with something like, "Oh, yes. Poor Eisley. Your knee must really hurt."

She pointed it out everytime she noticed it, and we would say something about the scratch on her knee.

Well. A few days ago she noticed she had a scratch on her wrist. Again, it was tiny. But she ran over to me, pointed at it and said (very dramatically!), "Oh no! A knee, Mommy! A knee!"

I guess she thought that "knee" meant "scratch". Funny girl. It's amazing to me to think about how the words we use and all the ways we say the things we do are shaping her understanding of the world.

Now would be a good time for me to get my road rage under control.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I Dominated Middle Earth

Yes, you read that right. Tonight I played my first ever game of Risk. And won! Only it was the Lord of the Rings version of Risk, so instead of conquering the world, I conquered Middle Earth. Turns out, it's a fun game. I had never played because I was certain I would hate it. But tonight I gave it a whirl, and it is apparently a really enjoyable game for someone who has a competitive streak in them, like me. Of course, the game might have been much less enjoyable had I not won...

Fun Find

How cute is this little doggy purse I found for Eisley's Easter basket? She will love it! She's very into bags and purses right now. She likes to grab one, walk to the door and say, "Bye, Mommy. Bye Daddy. See ya." I thought this one would be fun for her to actually take with her when we go out. I had a gift card to a little store in downtown Versailles, and have gone there off and on for a couple of months trying to find something for myself (since the gift card was a gift to me). I haven't had any luck finding anything I just had to have, but I've often thought that their kids stuff is really cute.

So today I went in to see if they had something fun I could use in Eisley's Easter basket-- and this is what I found. I love it! It was really inexpensive, too, so I was able to grab a couple of other fun goodies for the Easter basket...and still have 90 cents left on the giftcard.

I may or may not wish I had a doggy purse of my own.