The one with the flood

I have no idea who invented the "Terrible Twos" saying, but they led me astray. After Caelen turned 3, I'll admit it, I thought, "Awesome! The terrible twos are over and that wasn't so bad, phew, glad we made it." Okay, whatever!!

This new 3 year old is more stubborn, strong-willed and challenging than I ever thought I would have to deal with. It began when I told her to go to her room for yelling at me and she said NO! and went into the living room. When I (calmly) took her hand and began to march her into her room she disolved into a screaming mad woman on the floor. She kicked and spat and yelled that she would not go on time out. I swatted her bottom 3 times and she looked at me and said, "So?". This chain of events repeated itself a few feet further down the hall. "So? So?" she said and I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry! We finally reached her room where she stayed for 20 minutes and I told her she could come out when I felt like dealing with her attitude.

But this past wednesday was by far the most challenging day. When Tyler was over Caelen couldn't share a thing and she was dragging him to the ground by his hoodie and they were yelling and screaming. She spent 15 minutes on a self inflicted time out because she didn't want to share with anyone. After everyone was cranky and Adria was loading her car Tyler started talking about how angry he was because Caelen was grabbing him. He went into extensive detail (as preschoolers are known to do) and finally Caelen, getting impatient, interupts with her feelings of not wanting to share. Tyler says, "No I was talking!!" Caelen replies with her hand in the air, "No it's my turn to talk." Tyler begins clapping his hands over and over saying, "Lalalalalalalalalala..." to which Caelen, with another assuring hand in the air says, "That's not helping." and continues on. It was a nice respite of laughter in the midst of a very frustrating day of pounding her sister on the head, refusing time outs, and blatantly disobeying.

Luckily after a few days of this, she woke up one morning and announced she was going to have a good attitude and she pretty much delivered. It's been better since, maybe it's the eye of the storm...

There's my precious girl, that's right she's precious, and I know she's going to turn out amazing!

Addison is a tornado obbsessed with graham crackers, walking everywhere, rearranging the house. When she talks, she nods her head up and down as if what she is saying is really important (which I'm sure it is!!) :) She LOVES baby dolls and real babies, she knows that a monkey says, "Ah ah ah" and when she sees puppies in one of her favorite books she says, "Puh-puh" When I finished vaccuuming a couple of days ago she asked me, "Ah-da?" And everytime Daddy walks in the house she says, "HA Dada!!" and goes after him with her hands twirling in the air and reaching up for him. I don't get the same reaction LOL!

We have had nothing but rain for weeks and as usual our street flooded. But not as usual, it flooded big time. Yards that have never seen the flood waters before got a taste of it and the creek behind us was rushing past about 1.5 feet from my backyard.

I hosted a clothing swap this weekend. I'll admit it, the last thing I spend money on is clothes and most certainly clothes for myself. I get it from my mom :) So the best way to get awesome free clothes is swap them out with girlfriends! There were 9 of us with way more clothes, bags, and accessories than I ever expected we could come up with.

Two things amaze me:

1) The amount of clothes we all had just sitting in our closets that we would never use again. After everyone took home some pretty good loot I had almost 2 huge yard size hefty garbage bags full of stuff left over to donate.

2) The fact that "one woman's trash is another woman's treasure"!! The stuff people got rid of was amazing to all of us and I think many women came away happy with their new (free!) stuff.

Headbanging

She gets her moves from her dad

He showed up with a Bang!

One month before it was due our property tax bill arrived in the mail and my heart hit the floor. We had not planned well enough or even come close enough to having money to pay the $4200 bill, and we were committed to living debt free, which meant we felt led not to acquire any more debt as we were paying the existing burden off. And since the credit cards have been cut up for months, there wasn't much turning back.
I took the bill to Thomas, holding my tears back and gave him a look, a look that says, "What in the WORLD do we do?" Then I remembered all I had been studying in God's Word about believing He is Who He says He is and can do what He says He can do and I looked at Thomas and said, "I'm not gonna cry, I'm gonna look at this as an opportunity for God to show up in a huge way." And starting that moment, God granted us the faith and the courage and we both began praying. Others prayed too, many others, to whom I am so grateful. We prayed for the money to pay the taxes and tried not to put God in a box.
Then the little miracles started happening:
*All too often I have would have the exact change in my purse for groceries I had been concerned about affording.
*Thomas found $6 tucked into his windshield wiper.
*On multiple occasions charges to us ended up being reversed or dropped for no understandable reason.
*Thomas' client gave him a monetary Thanksgiving bonus, something that has never been done in the 1o or so years he's been in construction.
*At our impromptu garage sale, God answered our prayers and multiplied our junk and the income from it.
*Twice, anonymous gifts were sent our way.

Overall the Lord provided almost $600 in one month. It was all so obviously from Him that I couldn't now doubt that He cared about us in such a tangible way or that He had my situation completely handled. There was nothing to stress about and I got to witness His glory!
But, the due date came and went. I had some concern now, let's be honest, and had kind of expected God to act by this point, while at the same time reminding myself that He doesn't do things on our timetable. So I relaxed as Dec 10 slid into Dec 11th and kept praying.
16 days went by and things stood still. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, no more money flowing in, but He had reassured our hearts so greatly during that month, that doubt was quickly thrown out. Now we were just horribly curious as to the ending to this story, the final answer to our prayers. Were we going to be able to to look back and say, "That was it, right there, the moment when God paid our taxes."?
My friends, that moment came when a seemingly awful, inconvenient and bizarre event took place 16 days after our taxes had been due. When I stood in my street staring at my house, Thomas' truck and the damage done to that drunk drivers car and I said, "Okay Lord You don't do anything just randomly, so what's this about?" And as the police began to talk insurance with Thomas and I, it struck me, could this be it? The answer we'd been praying for. When we asked God to show up big, well, no one could deny this as being pretty big.
Today the entire front of my home has been redone and resided, we should have a new garage door in a week or two, and we are paying our property taxes (plus late fee!!!) in full hopefully as soon as next week.

"Then Jesus said, 'Did I not tell you that if you believed you would see the glory of God?'" - John 11:40

Happenings

I'm a little sick, it's not the flu or the pink eye, it's that I just deleted some pictures my computer SAID had been uploaded but apparently weren't. I'm going to take a few deep breaths, try to accept that I can live life without the adorable pics of the girls in their new matching PJs and the video of Addison doing her squatty dance to the music table. I will try to recreate them later and just move on with my life.
My Addison is a fulltime walker now! On New Years Eve she decided to just go for it and now there are no more rugrats in the Kline house. We play a lot of dress up these days. Right up until Caelen's birthday I told people not to get her dress up clothes. She's super finicky about clothing and shoes and wasn't interested in dress up in the least. Then her birthday came and went and now she's all about it! We play almost everyday. Usually it could be titled "Fairy Godmother". If Addisons awake she is subjected to the game whether she likes it or not. She's usually her easygoing self about it. In this shot she had been trying to dress herself in Caelen shirt as well.



It's just too much fun to have an offical "toddler" and, I suppose, preschooler! They interact, play little games like sqwaking back and forth too each other, or peek-a-boo. Look at how old they've gotten :)
Just this morning, after church but before I had a chance to get lunches started, I had Caelen coming at me with a jar of pickles and Addison with a cereal bar from the snack cupboard, both asking for each item. My children are hungry and apparently I'm not keeping up.

Today might be my first healthy day of the new year, I rang it in with the flu starting up and then finished off the flu with a bout of pink eye. But through it all, the rest of my family has been healthy! And for that I'm thankful. There's lots going on and even more to blog about, but I gotta start somewhere, so Happy 2010. I can't wait to see what you bring.

Four Christmases (Part 2)

.... continued from previous post.
Saturday after we visited with Eddie and had a very unsuccessful trip to get me a new cell phone we headed out to Thomas' Aunt & Uncle's house for another dinner. His cousin Mike and his wife were in town, so we all got a chance to visit and catch up. After begging Thomas to take us home for about half an hour I finally told him at 8:45 that we had to go. His Auntie's house is like a museum and my kids are like bull's in China closets. I figured enough food had been smeared on the nice table cloth and the mirrored walls.
Just about then Thomas' phone rings. He didn't check it until we were in the car and all I could hear was a official sounding female voice saying something about an "accident" with the "residents of 281 Burton Ave." I said, "How can that be? All the residents are in this car!?" He called the RPPD back and they said there had been a "traffic accident involving our residence at 281 Burton Ave." Since we were just around the corner she said we'd see when we arrived. And boy, did we.....
There were two firetrucks, two police cars and many of their occupants roaming about the scene. My knees were just a-knockin' as I stood in the street and looked at my house..... Thomas' truck.... When one fireman saw my face he said so sympathetically, "This is your house isn't it?" Thomas just got out of the car and burst out laughing.

Thomas' front tire used to be in the dirt here. This guy, whose blood alcohol level was 3 times the legal limit to drive, had been going at least 40 down the street toward our house and never hit the brakes. There was one eye witness to the whole thing and then 3 other neighbors came out after they heard the collision to see the guy fall out of his truck to the ground. The newspaper says he sustained "minor injuries."

That crack above the header was new. And the building inspector posted a restricted use sign on our garage.

It didn't take long for us to gather ourselves and count our blessings. Well, once we figured out how to crawl through the hole in our garage and get in (we weren't carrying a front door key because we only ever use the garage to get in and out of our house, dumb I know.) Better our empty house than a car full of people! We were thankful we had homeowners insurance, thankful for the helpful officers (even though I swear some were younger than me). Thankful that we weren't home when it happened which we very well could have been, then my car would have been trapped in the garage or smashed as we were backing in. Thankful it was only our garage and not our living area, or were the power to our house was. There was so much that could have gone badly. This was the best case scenario and I know the officers must have thought I was crazy as I shook my head, raised my hand and muttered, "Thank you Jesus!"

I still can't convince Caelen that it wasn't the firefighters who crashed into Papa's truck. She's still mad at them. The first thing she said when she saw the entire thing was, "Papa will never go to work again!!"

But things settled down and we headed into the insurance process and over to Mom-in-laws to celebrate our last Christmas.

"Um, guys, I can't reach my food!"

Merry Christmas!!

Four Christmases (Part 1)

These past four days of Christmas brought hospice, eggnog as thick as tapioca, and structural damage to our home. It was Addison's first Christmas and it was the first Christmas that Caelen could read the gift tags on presents. It also brought back family and friends we haven't seen in as long as six years and that, my friends, is always the best gift of Christmastime.

My husband and I agreed not to exchange gifts, a promise that, as we all know, always manages to get broken by someone at some point before Christmas. My husband broke it the moment he got an unexpected monetary gift and he placed a present under the tree that he said would change my life. He later rescinded the extravagant words, saying it would only solve "A" problem and that I would love it, but not as much as my GPS last year. Knowing the mystery would be solved Christmas Eve night, I didn't even try to guess what it was. As we were about to head out for the beginning of a long weekend, I turned on my camera to empty it onto the computer so it would be freshly empty, ready for Christmas '09 memories. It didn't work. After 6 years, my banged up, beaten down camera finally gave up the ghost. Next thing I know, Thomas hands me my gift from under the tree. So I'm loving my new Kodak EasyShare!! and it couldn't have been better timing.
Going into Christmas Eve we knew my Grandma would probably not be joining our celebration. At 96 years old she was put on hospice home care on Christmas Eve morning. With some last minute goodies thrown together so she wouldn't miss out entirely on the festivities, we headed to Great Grandma Evelyn's house first.

And the rest of Christmas Eve found us right where we are supposed to be: my parent's living room. I have spent every Christmas Eve (that I can remember) there and wouldn't care to be anywhere else.

We ate tasty appetizers all afternoon long which, let's be honest, might be my favorite part. Dad showed my sister how his new Droid could map out the stars above your head. And I think, despite the dark cloud of Grandma's poor health and the fact that the economy has been unkind to all of us, we had a very merry Christmas.

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Christmas morning arrived with Auntie sleeping on the couch next to a new Disney Princess bike and very full stockings. Addison didn't join in the fun until about a half an hour later, when all that was left was her gift from Santa and a couple socks in her stocking. I mean, really, anything that is small enough to fit in a stocking, a ten month old either doesn't use or will choke on.

Caelen really enjoyed helping us with our stockings and though very unsure of the bike at first, she hopped on after a couple hours and has been riding as often as she can ever since.

After a relaxing morning watching the girls enjoy all their gifts so far, it was off the Grandpa Bob and Grandma Faith's house for Christmas dinner.

Poor Thomas had been plagued by a case of the holiday blues, the source of which he couldn't quite put his finger on, but when we arrived at the elder Klines home and everyone began to inquire after the ham I was sure Thomas might just lose it. Not only had he forgotten the Christmas ham, he never even had an inkling that he had forgotten something. No nagging in the back of his mind, he just completely forgot. But I'll tell you, he wins for recovery of the year, the tri-tip he pulled off was amazing!

The homemade eggnog was good, good and thick! When Caelen received a mug full, she promptly dumped it in a bowl and announced she needed a spoon. We got to visit with Miranda, Faith's cousin, whom we get to see once a year and who Caelen fell in love with. Caelen was disturbed by the absence of a Christmas tree and stockings, but seemed to get over it and enjoy herself quite a bit.

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Saturday morning we had Eddie Kim over for breakfast! We've seen Eddie twice since he was in our wedding, and the last time was about 6 years ago. It was a great time to catch up and eat amazing pancakes.

The rest of Saturday then got very interesting.....

(To be continued)

Unrequited Love

When I have a spare 5 minutes, I'll admit it, I sit down on Facebook and play some mindless rounds of Bejeweled. It's a quick minute so if someone falls and cracks their head open, I'm not committed enough to not be right there for them. But sitting down to blog is a huge commitment and feels like a bit of a risk. Currently the girls are in the play room, eating markers and playing with toys whose batteries are long ago dead. I'm waiting for the slap of hands on the hardwood and thundering of feet to tell me they're over it and coming out to find me.......
Ah yes, now I have one trying to get in my lap and another slapping keys against my leg, but none-the-less, we'll try to get this done.

Caelen asked me yesterday "How do we get to S Mommy?" Which basically means, what comes before it in the alphabet? As I told her, she began writing each letter. When she was done I realized she could write ever letter without help, with the exception of J,U,V,W,X,Y & Z. She has been spending much time underneath ours and Grandma & Grandpa's Christmas trees reading the first letter of the packages and determining who they are for. She doesn't need any help with this task unless she's trying to read Grandma's cursive or, of course, comes across a J. :)

Addison threw her bottle from the couch this morning and said, "Uh-oh." She reiterated it many times, just to get the point across and I laughed and said, "It's not an uh-oh if you did it on purpose!" and Thomas said, "I remember you saying that to Caelen all the time." It took me back too.
Addie also consistently says, Mama, Dada, Hi, All Done and now Uh-oh. She's walking but doesn't have the confidence to just bulldoze on ahead. Some days she feels very brave and lets go, gives herself a hand and then sits down. She's walked across Caelen's room and from the coffee table to the TV many times and so I'm getting beautiful glimpses of when the girls can hang out together, play together and interact. Sometimes I realize they've been in a room together for 15 minutes, playing side by side in beautiful harmony and I feel like a real mom on a normal day instead of a mother to babies. I'm not ready to move on from the baby stage yet, but those moments make me really look forward to what is to come.

Yesterday, in the car, where Caelen and I have our most profound discussions, we were talking about Caelen's great-grandparents. She had seen a picture of my Grandpa Tom in Mom's hallway and wanted to know how many times I had seen him. When I told her only about 3, she assured me it was okay because I could see him again. I told her yes, but he was in heaven now so it would be awhile. Our discussion turned theological and we talked about heaven a bit. She said, "Well, there sure are alot of people up there! I hope they're doing okay up there."

We got to spend most of the day with Auntie Heather yesterday. At one point she ran out to do a quick errand leaving Caelen pining away for her at the window and jumping at every sound asking, "Auntie?" Finally I got her distracted and we colored some princesses together. While we were coloring I, filled with affection for my budding artist, leaned in and said, "You know who I love?" She asked who and I said, "You!". She smiled and gave me a kiss. Then she said, "You know who I love?" I asked who and she said, "AUNTIE!!" So there you have it :)

Addison Walks

Addison has taken some very cautious steps today, no more than two at a time. But when I got out the video camera she did her best walking to date!! Yay Addie!!! (PS, after she walks it's boring and I won't be offended if you stop the video then, plus I have no makeup on :)

Conversations with Caelen and Tyler

I got the priveledge of listening to Caelen and her best buddy Ty in the backseat as I drove them both to Awanas last. The conversations are amazingly smart, absolutely adorable, and carbon copies of the way their mommies communicate as far as their emphasis and mannerisms.

Tyler was spelling his name for Caelen.

Tyler: T-Y-L..
Caelen: I HAVE AN L!!
Tyler: Awesome! E
Caelen: I have 2 E's!!!
Tyler: I CAN"T BELIEVE IT! R
Caelen: I don't have an R.
Tyler: Why not?
Caelen: Because I'm not Tyler.

They were discussing dinner.

Tyler: I had Mac N Cheese for dinner. What did you have?
Caelen: :::pause::: I don't know.
Me: You had meat, green beans and potatoes.
Caelen: Oh yeah!
Tyler: Awesome!!
Caelen: You ever eat that Ty?
Tyler: Um, no. When I eat that, it's fish. You ever have fish?
Caelen: No but my dad says he'll take me fishing when I'm older.

Last conversation of the night

Caelen: When I was little and little and little and little, I fight with my mommy.
Tyler: You FIGHT?
Caelen: Yeah, with my mommy.
Tyler: That's not good, you shouldn't fight, fighting isn't good.
Caelen: I was little and little and little.
Tyler:... cuz the people might get you and then the policemen will come and you'll have to go to jail and you won't be able to fight anymore.

Synchronized Fall and More

Today was Fall. Although the 20 degree temperatures and snow powdering the visible mountains made it feel like one of the coldest winters we've experienced in Northern CA, it was Fall today. On the drive from my house to the freeway, about a 3 minute time span, I counted 16 trees that were absolutely pouring leaves. I've never seen anything like it and I suspect my neighbor hadn't either as he stood on the sidewalk in front of his house and just stared at this tree shedding it's leaves and a rate of many per second. But he didn't get the experience of driving further on down the road and realizing that almost every yard had a tree doing the exact same thing! It was very weird, and really cool. I don't know if those trees all got together and decided Dec 8th would be annual "Shed-All-Your-Leaves-and-Quickly" Day or if the below 20 degree temps last night told them all to just give it up, but they did.

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I think Caelen is having some nostalgia about moving on down the aging calendar. She asked me if she being a 2 year old could go to school, to which I replied that she could go when she was five, and not 3 because she wasn't 2 anymore. She asked me what came after 3 and I asked her the question right back. She said, "3, then 4, then 5....." all the way to 10. Then she said, "How do we get back to 2!!!??" I said, "Baby we don't, you won't ever be 2 again." Which prompted her pouty face and a big, "awww".

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Addison's words are many now! Dada, Mama, Dat (Dog), Bye, Ha (Hi), Ah Da (All done) and today when I asked her if she was all done she said, "Yeah yeah yeah!" and pushed her tray away. The other night in the early morning darkness, I brought her to bed for a bottle to coerce her into sleeping a bit longer. After she was done with the bottle she flipped over, crawled right over me and said with a big smile on her face, "Ha Dada!" Thomas was very pleasantly surprised.

She's walking as long as she can hold a finger on an adult hand and every time she falls to her bottom she cries in such frustration, but it stops the moment she's standing again. It is like a light switch and really funny. Nothing makes her happier than to walk and she's a happy baby so it's hard to imagine the joy this new skill brings her. She's also has begun crawling like a bear; on her hands and feet. I can't help but wonder if the floor is hurting her knees or if she's half way between crawling and standing?

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The biggest struggle right now besides keeping ourselves from freezing at home, is keeping ourselves from freezing in the car because my child is the heat nazi! Just as that heater is starting to kick in and my feet are defrosting, inevitably and I'm not exaggerating, Caelen yells, "AHHHH it's too hot! Turn on the ABC!" as she sticks her two fingers up her nostrils. I told Thomas about it and that I had no clue why she was sticking her fingers up her nose and he laughed and told me it's because the hot air burns her nose, it does the same thing to him and he hates it. So a few nights ago, I was running an errand by myself and literally spoke the words in my mind, "Ah, the heat nazi isn't here, I'm turning it up!"

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I love it when a seemingly bad situation turns out really good, especially for me ;) My sweet girlfriend Adria was a bit worried when she found out that her husband's company dinner and the night her parents had chosen to treat them to Wicked in the city were the same day. Long story short, she was sweet enough to invite me to come along with her and her mom and her mom's friend. It was awesome to be childless in the city with my girlfriend! We had a blast and the show was amazing, so now I'm going to read the book. Being such a Wizard of Oz freak as a child and a theater geek in high school, I had a feeling I was bound to love it!

Happy 3rd Birthday!

Happy 3rd Birthday to my sweet baby girl Caelen! I can't believe that 3 years ago today I was in the hospital in horrible labor trying to decide how we were gonna get you out of there. In some ways 3 years seems like such a short period of time to have known you, that can't have been it, I've surely known you my entire life. In other ways, having a 3 year old girl is something I never could have imagined and you're precious to me baby. I hope you have a wonderful day and a fabulous party tomorrow!

(Can't post a current pic because computers are both being retarded as usual!) :)

Quickly

Just some updates for the "Baby Book"
* Caelen can read and write her name all by herself. She knows how to write about half of the alphabet and there's only a few letters left that she doesn't always recognize.
*Addison is saying, "Ah Da" and waving her hands for All Done. She also had certain sounds for certain things like Dog and Night Night and Bye.

We're shut up with the flu, and by "we" I mean me. Thomas seems to be doing alright and Caelen just told me she has a sore throat. I haven't had the body aches and chills in a long time. I think I'll put on Wonder Pets Save the Nutcracker and take a nap.

Mini- Heart Attack #742

So after a huge fat lip, then a run in with a friend that left Caelen's face in disrepair, she scratched her cornea on her right eyeball!! UGH
Poor baby was out in the living room trying to dress herself when I hear screaming. I come out to find her covering her eye and screaming. When I asked what had happened all she could do was point to the plastic hanger that was half way removed from the neck of her dress she was going to wear. I comforted her, said it would be OK and we headed to my moms.
2 hours later she's still covering her eye and screaming bloody murder ever 30 seconds or so, so I'm figuring this is far and above the usual drama attributed to an owie. We head to the doctor who stains her eye, shines a purple light on it and there it was in all it's glory: a huge triangle shaped scratch across her eye.
She spent the rest of the day screaming and fussing and holding her "bauchie" to her eyes. She went about 4 hours without opening either eye and we had to have all the lights off and blinds closed. So here's my Helen Keller "watching" Wonder Pets.

My nerves were destroyed by the end of the day. The poor girl was in a ton of pain, but these heal wonderfully quickly as the pediatrician assured me. Sure enough, she woke up this morning and never said a thing about it!
Then she burned her hand on the fireplace....

You shoulda seen the other guy...

Here's Caelen literally half an hour before -

- she said, "Watch me Daddy! I'm tricky" and ended up like this:
She jumped over a full laundry basket, landed in it and her face went flat on the hardwood floor. She was screaming before she could stand up and by the time I got to her she was bleeding all over the place. I think her teeth just mangled her lip up. We got a ziploc baggie of frozen breast milk, put a paper towel around it and had her hold that to her lip all night (changing the paper towel about 6 times) until she said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. The next morning it was still bleeding a bit. Luckily by the end of the next day she just had a little scab on the front of her lip. I swear the girl gives me mini-heart attacks all day long.

One Piece of the Whole Picture

We're about to get pretty philosophical and very theological tonight folks.
What prompted my musings was a very common, absolutely daily occurrence in my house. Addison found one of her 4 hour old bottles on the living room floor, just barely peeking out from under the coffee table. Just as she brought it to her lips, I snatched it away gently and said, "Yucky baby, Mama will get you a new one." Man, did she start to wail! just as she always does. My reassurances were barely heard over her sobs as she crawled, head down into the kitchen after me. She parked herself at my feet and continued the crying as she watched me clean the bottle, fill it with nice warm water and being to scoop formula into it.
And all of a sudden I saw myself, only I was Addison. Wailing and moaning because the thing I just knew I wanted had been taken from me. Things weren't going the way I expected, as far as I could tell, Whoever had taken it from me was mean and spiteful. The only problem was, I didn't know the whole story.
Just as Addison didn't know the whole story. She didn't know that the 4 hour old formula would not only taste bad, it might make her tummy sick and it was almost empty. Her mommy had to take the very thing she thought she wanted away so that she could give her something better; A full, warm and new bottle. Something more wonderful than what she had been clinging tightly to.
Oh isn't that us!? We think we know, from our limited information and young perspective what MUST be best! We know exactly what we think we want and what must be right and true. But there is so much that we don't know. So much that only our Heavenly Parent knows, and yet when He takes something from us, or makes us wait for something, we holler and scream and say, "WHY!? I don't understand!!!" And if we would just quiet down a bit, we'd probably hear Him saying, "Be patient my child, I'm working on something even better than what you had your sweet little heart set on. Trust me because I love you."

Addison's Dedication

I think a dedication really must be the parents dedicating themselves to raise their children to know the God of the universe. And a great chance for their church family to meet the precious child they've been blessed with. So on Nov. 8 we dedicated our precious Addison. I really felt like it was just a sweet step in the process that began the moment I knew I had conceived her and I prayed to the Lord that that child would just love Him more than anything.

This is me, rolling my eyes at my husband in front of the entire church. The story goes like this: I told him I had a verse picked out to read for Addison, I had been praying it for her for a few weeks and had it written on an index card. I reminded him a couple times that morning to get it, he said he had the reference memorized. I only found out, right here in front of everyone that he had forgotten the reference and had no idea what the verse was. So there you go, hence the glare! :) I'm so the righteous wife.....

The verse was Proverbs 14:26 - "He who fears the Lord has a secure fortress, and for his children it will be a refuge."

He talked about a spiritual heritage and anyone who knows Thomas knows that he can talk eloquently in a tight spot, so it was all good.

No more hauling firewood for her!

The eldest Miss Kline has recieved a bug (most likely spider) bite to her right hand. It's on the side along her pointer finger and boy is she all worked up. She says it really hurts and she pitches a fit about it every 30 seconds even though we're trying to distract her with Wonder Pets. I noticed a tiny red bump there last night before she went to bed so I'm figuring it's nothing to worry about since she's not vomitting or has a fever by this point.
So we've iced it and put a Baking Soda/ Meat Tenderizer paste on it and we'll see how it goes. I did attempt some nice cherry flavored Children's Benedryl which she promptly spat out all over her party dress. Hopefully her friends' birthday party will distract her otherwise I'll be going crazy by the end of the day.

Last night Addison was saying Night Night to her Daddy. As I held her she waved to him and then we headed to her darkened room so I could walk around and cuddle her before putting her down. She lay with her head against my chest, then suddenly looked up and out of her room, said, "Da!" and started waving again. Oh I about died! She wanted to say Night Night to Daddy one more time.

An older Peek A Boo

Here's a long overdue video of my sweet Addison, who could not be a happier person if she tried.


Riding home from Bible Study I asked Caelen what she learned about:
Caelen: Umm... the light and the darkness... and rest and play....
Me: Did you have fun?
Caelen: Yup
Me: Did you hear a story?
Caelen: Yup.... About the light and the darkness.... Mom, I already told you, how many times do you want me to tell you?

Addison waves now, but only for Night night. I don't really know how she figured it out but the other night I said, "Say night night" and she just started waving to Papa and Caelen! She also does a half baked sign for "All Done" so I can't tell if she's waving or saying she's over it.
She also says, "Hi" in her own little Addison voice, and peeked over her high chair down at the dog and said, "DA. DA."

Life Lately!

I have no excuse for how busy I have been and how few blogs I have been turning out, so here's some quick updates!!

The newest member of the "commune" was added on Nov 29th - Maximus Spolini.

Then there was Halloween which we weren't even sure was going to happen since our missy here refused to dress up and go to the Harvest Party for Awanas. I had to bribe her, "I'll dress up like the scarecrow if you'll dress up!" So there you have it - Dorothy, Toto and Scarecrow.

My little leader of the pack was on to the next house before some people had gotten there candy at the current house. She said Trick or Treat before and after the door was opened to her and sometimes stepped inside and helped herself announcing, "I'm Dorothy!" No one seemed to mind and were gracious hosts to my outgoing girl. (As I hollared from the sidewalk, "Caelen come out honey! I'm sorry ma'am!")

For the life of me I can't get this picture to turn the right way so tip your head to the right. It's Caelen's first drawing of a person. She's not yet 3. The round circle is his tummy and the line is the mouth.

My Miss Addie was dedicated to the Lord this Sunday at church along with 4 other babies! She's so beautiful if I do say so myself.

And next time I get a minute I promise I won't play Bejeweled on Facebook, I'll blog!!