It is only 9 a.m. and already I’ve played several rounds of Chutes and Ladders, chess, and keep-the-game-pieces-out-of-the-baby’s-mouth. As if Chutes and Ladders isn’t torturous enough (you know how I feel about games of chance from an earlier blog), playing chess with a three-year-old is even worse. Now, my five- and six-year-olds are pretty good at chess, but my three-year-old just doesn’t get it yet (which is exactly what my husband thinks when he plays against me). All her white pieces make a “Z” motion across the board and land miraculously on my black pieces, to which she shouts, “You’re dead!”

All of this is to say, I wasn’t exactly disappointed when Baby-Happy-Cakes-Rebekah scooted over and landed a belly-flop right on our playing field.

Aw, shucks.

Sometimes I struggle on how to best manage my time as a wife, mother, and most importantly, a follower of Christ. So many things compete for my attention. For example, if Jesus were here, would he be playing board games? Would He sit through a two hour puppet show or would He get on with the business of making dinner? Actually, my guess is that he’d probably be causing a ruckus among modern-day peddlers of the gospel, but that’s a rant for another day.

For now, though, I see that Uno is just getting started…