Some people call Pete the space cowboy

It’s a good thing that I procrastinated on making any progress on that awesome dinosaur room for Petey, because he’s changed his mind about it. I’m OK with that, though, because there are also some lovely options for his new choice: Space. My sister-in-law Mrs. Perry Mason found a “Blast Off” bedding set on deep clearance at Target, so the decorating has actually sort of begun!

John W. Golden’s Happy Bear and Hirsute Hedgehog have been in Pete’s room since he was a wee babe. I don’t think it would be a good idea to deface them with spacesuits, though, so I think we might replace them with this set of four rocket prints ($48). Because he really can’t have a room without something by John W. Golden, right?

Pete wanted to paint his room a dark, dark blue. It’s a gorgeous shade, but his room isn’t on the sunniest side of the house to begin with. We compromised by painting one wall his color. And that deep blue wall is just begging for some cool decals. Graphic Spaces’ Rocket Boy decals are pretty much just what I’d like to see there. At $70, though, they might remain something I’d like to see on the wall.

The previous owners of our house put floral switchplaces in our bedroom. They also put one in Pete’s. The one in our room will probably stay there for a good long while — mostly because they installed it upside-down, and I find that weirdly charming. But Pete isn’t really a floral kind of kid, so we need to change it out for him eventually. There’s a good chance I’ll end up getting a Plain McCheapo model, but I’d like to spring for this rocketship switchplate from Metallum Creations. At $20, it wins the Most Likely to Be Purchased award.

My boy is steadily marching toward becoming a 4-year-old, but that doesn’t make him too young for teddy bear art. Especially if the bear in question is an intrepid space explorer, like Sharon Mathieu’s polar bear ($25). I like his heart-shaped head.

How to win acquaintances and influence very little

We’ve been attending a church across town for about two years. It’s a nice church. The full-band music ministry was a little jarring after about 10 years of attending the exclusively a capella churches of Christ, but I’ve grown to enjoy it. And the messages or sermons or whatever you’d like to call them are generally much more thought-provoking than fear-inducing. The kids love their Sunday school classes, and Rockford really likes the pastor.

But there’s still something missing, for me. Community. Friendship. Fellowship. I just haven’t found it there.

I’ve talked about this here before (here: all the way back in 2008!), my difficulty in finding connections. And I have met a few people since then, but I still don’t know that I’d qualify all that much of my progress as more than acquaintances. Maybe I don’t give out a “call me, let’s go do something!” vibe. Or maybe it’s that I don’t take that initiative and call people myself? I’m afraid of rejection, I guess.

Anyway. The church. It is nice, but I wanted to try to find something on our side of town. I was thinking that maybe if we were attending church with people who lived nearer to us, then we might run into them in the community and something like Oh Hello I See You Everywhere Let’s Be Pals would happen. So we tried a tiny church near us last weekend. It’s actually a church plant that just started meeting in a community center, and three or four of the people I’d call acquaintances attend it. Those people were kind and welcoming, but I don’t think we’re going to be going again. There isn’t a children’s ministry or really a spot to form a children’s ministry, and Rockford and the kids gave it a rather lukewarm “review” afterward.

However! They started a Bible study for women this week, and I went. My new goal is to keep going and force them to befriend me. (Sad! But true! Unless I chicken out.) (And maybe it’s already working! I was invited to A Thing after writing this, but I couldn’t gom)

But, oh hey! This wasn’t supposed to be about my sad sack of a social life. It was supposed to be about this: I’m going to a Women of Faith in a few weeks with my sister-in-law. The events are all about finding inspiration and laughter and hugging, I think. I hope to come away from the weekend inspired and with a new resolve to get out there and find my people.


(Just so we’re clear: I do not like the Moody Blues. But the song popped into my head as soon as I typed the last three words.)