Every night I rock Addie in the rocking chair in her room in the dark as she lays against my chest and I rub her back and sing Jesus Loves Me. When it comes time to say, "Yes, Jesus loves me, yes Jesus loves me, yes Jesus loves me the Bible tells me so" I always substitute her name in place of "me". Yes Jesus loves Addie. And after I say her name (all the while her head is still on my chest) a little, quiet, very tired voice says, "Mommy." Not like a question, or an argument, just a small addition to the song.
Yes Jesus Loves Addie
Mommy
Yes Jesus Loves Addie
Mommy
Yes Jesus Loves Addie
Mommy
The Bible tells me so.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Baby #3
There's my baby! One of the best days of the whole pregnancy is when the ultrasound tech pulls a picture of your baby up on that screen for the first time. I always breath a sign of relief that it's actually in there and I'm not just fooling myself. The little heart was just pumping away and we could see the umbilical cord and everything. I'm always overcome with all my motherly instincts and fall instantly in love with my little bean.Here's another little bean. She's swiped her big sister's roller skates and actually did amazingly well on them. Once she hit the hardwood I was helping her, of course. But on the carpet she moved around all by herself! I definitely trust Addie in the physical realm more than Caelen.
Daddy and Oldest sister picking out a name for the new baby. Caelen liked Arion for a boy because "it sounds like Ariel!"
I ordered Caelen a legit Backpack from Dora the Explorer complete with Map in the side pocket for her Halloween costume. She's going to be "Princess Dora" so there's not going to be any way to tell she's Dora unless she wears this backpack, otherwise she'll just look like a, well, princess. And that'll cause a whole lot of frustration for Caelen if I know her at all, hence the backpack!
But Backpack is Addison's most favorite part of Dora. If there's anything she likes better it might be Isa or Diego, but backpack and map are right up there, and I'm getting to be a smart mommy of two. No way am I ordering just one! So I got one for each of them. You have never seen two happier girls! They carry them everywhere and are pretty adorable. Backpack is almost as big as Addie so that's a pretty cute sight when she has it on her back. Now I'm just sticking Addie's diapers in hers and Caelen always has a fancy array of toys in hers.
I have a video of Addie chattering away about her backpack when she first inspects it upon arrival but this site won't let me upload it right now. Hopefully I can get it on here soon.
Another horrible day of morning sickness. Actually this one takes the cake for the worst so far. I was sick in the bathroom 4 times before lunch and was pretty convinced I wasn't keeping anything down. For fear of dehydration I called Thomas but he was unable to come to my aid even though I knew he desperately wanted to. Then Courtney offered to take my kids for the rest of the day so I could rest. While waiting for her, there's a knock at the door and it's Amy (we always call her Josh's Amy since we have so many Amy's in our lives!) and she's got a bag full of 4 types of Gatorade! I was so blown away! Then Courtney shows up 5 minutes later and takes my girls back to her house. I lay down on that couch and fell asleep for 3 hours. I have fabulous friends and am very blessed. But now I think I'll have to sign off. It's about 5:00pm which is not a good time for this "morning" sickness.....
Saturday, September 11, 2010
When it's Worth It.
What's on my mind right now isn't the morning sickness, it's not the kids, it's not all the chores that I should be doing. No, as a matter of fact, none of those are on my mind because they're all gone for one glorious morning. Thomas took the children to Pastor Bern and Kat's house while he helped Bern with some electrical stuff and installing of ceiling fans. Kat was awesome and offered to watch the kids while the men worked so I could have a free morning. Seriously?! I couldn't have wanted anything more.
So I took my time this morning getting caught up on my study, cleaning my house to some of my favorite music and my morning sickness seems to have taken a hiatus for the time being. I feel almost normal. I feel relaxed, the opposite of stressed and excited. Who would have ever thought that my definition of a great morning would have been being by myself, cleaning my house and goofing off on the computer, but it is.
What's all this talk about morning sickness? Yes, it's true, I've done it to myself again. Those little creatures are always worth it even though they suck the life out of you for so long. All I have to do is look at my girls, or look at their baby pictures and I have no doubt in my mind that it's beyond worth all the vomiting, antacid pills, exhaustion and the chronically messy house with no food in the fridge.
My first ultrasound is Tuesday and I'll get my official due date but for now I'm saying that I'm 8 weeks along and due around April 20. That will probably change (though not by much) on Tuesday, so I'll update again later.
In the meantime while I can still tie my shoes and even wear my normal pants, I cannot sleep on my stomach anymore, can't get through a morning or evening without tossing my cookies, and absolutely can't keep my eyes open past 8:30pm. I'm subsisting on Ghardettos, Chex Mix, 7up, Snapple and breakfast burritos. Don't show me garlic, cucumbers, sandwiches, salads or anything I normally eat. I was totally embarrassed at Food Maxx yesterday when I realized my cart was full of chips, cookies, popsicles, and soda, and I could barely see a few fruits and vegetables at the bottom of the cart. I told the girls, "Enjoy it all now, as soon as Mommy's not pregnant, I'm not buying this stuff again!" Then I hoped no one would judge me as I loaded up the conveyor belt.
My biggest concern when I found out I was pregnant was how I was going to lead the discussion each Thursday for Breaking Free at the women's Bible study at Hessel. When I was asked if I would be interested in being a discussion leader (way back in May or so) I honestly informed everyone that that was really when we would like to try to get pregnant again and that I get incredibly sick. But at the same time, I knew that the Lord was asking me to do this, so I said yes.....then I got pregnant right on schedule. I also got sick right on schedule. But you know what? Graciously the hours of 9-12am haven't been bad and this week I felt pretty great during the discussion time. As soon as it was over I was popping chex mix like a mad woman, but how awesome is that?
So I'm learning the meaning of sacrificial service, of doing it when it's not convenient or it might cost me something. It's easy to serve when it's easy, when it doesn't cost us much. But how about when it's hard, when what we really feel like doing is laying on the couch with potato chips and watching movies while some imaginary nanny watches our kids? As I prayed about whether I was doing the right thing by continuing on in my commitment, I felt no permission to give up or turn the job over to someone else more equipped than myself. Now I'm seeing why. He had something great to teach me, something I've desperately needed to learn and am still grasping. I told Him it's hard, He understands, but He loves me too much to leave me the way I am: selfish and sometimes lazy. So watch out ladies, I'm coming with my chex mix and barf bag and we're gonna do this Breaking Free thing together! And afterward I pray none of us will be the same.
So I took my time this morning getting caught up on my study, cleaning my house to some of my favorite music and my morning sickness seems to have taken a hiatus for the time being. I feel almost normal. I feel relaxed, the opposite of stressed and excited. Who would have ever thought that my definition of a great morning would have been being by myself, cleaning my house and goofing off on the computer, but it is.
What's all this talk about morning sickness? Yes, it's true, I've done it to myself again. Those little creatures are always worth it even though they suck the life out of you for so long. All I have to do is look at my girls, or look at their baby pictures and I have no doubt in my mind that it's beyond worth all the vomiting, antacid pills, exhaustion and the chronically messy house with no food in the fridge.
My first ultrasound is Tuesday and I'll get my official due date but for now I'm saying that I'm 8 weeks along and due around April 20. That will probably change (though not by much) on Tuesday, so I'll update again later.
In the meantime while I can still tie my shoes and even wear my normal pants, I cannot sleep on my stomach anymore, can't get through a morning or evening without tossing my cookies, and absolutely can't keep my eyes open past 8:30pm. I'm subsisting on Ghardettos, Chex Mix, 7up, Snapple and breakfast burritos. Don't show me garlic, cucumbers, sandwiches, salads or anything I normally eat. I was totally embarrassed at Food Maxx yesterday when I realized my cart was full of chips, cookies, popsicles, and soda, and I could barely see a few fruits and vegetables at the bottom of the cart. I told the girls, "Enjoy it all now, as soon as Mommy's not pregnant, I'm not buying this stuff again!" Then I hoped no one would judge me as I loaded up the conveyor belt.
My biggest concern when I found out I was pregnant was how I was going to lead the discussion each Thursday for Breaking Free at the women's Bible study at Hessel. When I was asked if I would be interested in being a discussion leader (way back in May or so) I honestly informed everyone that that was really when we would like to try to get pregnant again and that I get incredibly sick. But at the same time, I knew that the Lord was asking me to do this, so I said yes.....then I got pregnant right on schedule. I also got sick right on schedule. But you know what? Graciously the hours of 9-12am haven't been bad and this week I felt pretty great during the discussion time. As soon as it was over I was popping chex mix like a mad woman, but how awesome is that?
So I'm learning the meaning of sacrificial service, of doing it when it's not convenient or it might cost me something. It's easy to serve when it's easy, when it doesn't cost us much. But how about when it's hard, when what we really feel like doing is laying on the couch with potato chips and watching movies while some imaginary nanny watches our kids? As I prayed about whether I was doing the right thing by continuing on in my commitment, I felt no permission to give up or turn the job over to someone else more equipped than myself. Now I'm seeing why. He had something great to teach me, something I've desperately needed to learn and am still grasping. I told Him it's hard, He understands, but He loves me too much to leave me the way I am: selfish and sometimes lazy. So watch out ladies, I'm coming with my chex mix and barf bag and we're gonna do this Breaking Free thing together! And afterward I pray none of us will be the same.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Buh-Bye Hair
My one and a half year old knows more words pertaining to Dora the Explorer than anything else. She knows a couple animal names, and common courtesy words like "thank you" and "please" but from Dora she knows: Backpack, Map, Dora, Diego, Isa, Tico and the best word of all - "Fo Fawdy" which has now become our household name for Swiper.
Addie also loves to look at the cieling with her head thrown back. I think it makes her dizzy. She always smiles about it and if she's somewhere safe (like on our bed) she'll then proceed to fall over and giggle. If you pick her up and she's in a playful mood, you better hang on because she'll throw herself backward and never come up again.
Caelen cut her hair off. Yes it's true. I closed my eyes for just about 2 minutes while on the couch and Thomas was changing his clothes from the work day when he comes out and I hear, "Daddy, look what I did." There was a huge pile of hair on the floor and she had taken the right side off right under her ear. There was a bit missing on the left as well. She said, "I wanted a hair thing like Grandma." Grandma Janet had shown her a lock of her hair she had kept and Caelen decided she wanted some too.
Thankfully I sent a photo text to my sister who was over in about 30 minutes to undo the damage. The result is an absolutely adorable bob with side swept bangs. I couldn't be too mad, I had kinda been wanting to do something with her hair but was afraid of her reaction. She, by the way, loves it.
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