06
2012Folks, we have full sentences! And quirky use of language. And oh, the personality of 2.75! I don’t know if I can even really express it to you all. But I’ll give it a try 😉
Aeralind Grace
You have grown into a fiercely independent little girl. At least 20 times a day, I hear you say “I do it, momma!” Whether over your shoes, your pants, getting your fork, or filling your water cup… you just want to do it!
But you’ve also grown in the area of independent play. You’ve sat for an hour just making up a “train track” of blocks in a row. You’ll grab that silly penguin pillow and sit up on top of our block train calling out the animals you see. You’ll rock your doll, nurse her, and tuck her into bed. I love seeing the things your little mind comes up with.
You’ve also grown in the area of selfishness… and I don’t mean this is a good way! We are working daily with you on self-control issues. You shriek when a toy in dispute is not in your hands. You’ll take things right out of my hand. You will do something you want right after I said we weren’t going to do that. It’s been a long couple of weeks and unlike your sister, you do not break as quickly during discipline sessions. Whew!
My sweetest times with you are always while reading books. It’s the only time you snuggle right up. But you’ll sit there and ask questions for hours if I let it go on that long. We went on a date the other night to pick out Pooh Fabric for a dress and you are such a fire cracker! Ha! We had so much fun chatting and struggling through your opinion vs. mine. 🙂 I loved that special time with you so much.
Bronwyn Hope
Oh, Bronwyn, you still thrive on physical touch and lots of praise. Your most recent thing is to ask me to clap for your accomplishments: mundane stuff like finishing the next pasta noodle from your plate. And you clap and say “Yay!” I love it so much!
Your biggest area of growth is in appreciation for the written word. You can recite and sing almost every word in your two favoritePete the Cat
books. You nearly loose your mind when a chapter from Winnie the Pooh
is finished and we have to put it up.
Obviously waiting is not your thing. Especially in matters of justice. I’m almost always training you once a day in the principle of going to your sister first before coming to me. Teaching you to say, “Sister, it makes me feel sad when you take things from me. Will you please give it back.” Oh, it seems like such an endless task right now!
You had a huge and sweet moment of growth in these last 3 months. We were at the edge of the pool deck and since the water was freezing, you and a few friends were busy chasing lizards on the deck. You suddenly decided that you wanted back in the water. I saw you across the deck head down two steps of the ladder and told you “NO!” You gave me your “Watch me” defiance look and took that third step under. You didn’t know that you weren’t wearing your Puddle Jumper. I dove in and fished you out and the first words uttered from your quivering lips were: “No spank, Momma! I disobeyed!” It was a lightbulb moment for you. Your will has been softened to understand that I ask for obedience because I love and want to protect you.
My sweetest times with you are while you create. You artwork is becoming so wonderful. Little circle heads with squid-like limbs are sprouting up all over your paper. You patiently tell me what each little squiggle is and what they are doing. I love hearing you voice stories in this way.
05
2012We were pretty sick here last week (at least mommy and the baby… the girls fared pretty well). Watercolors for the first time.
Do you see those black circles on the right: those are people. And those arc’s she’s making: rainbows. She threw a fit at a friend’s house yesterday because she can’t yet draw the letters A and B.
Oh, sweet Bronwyn! She wakes up asking to paint. If she can’t paint, then she pulls out her crayons and creates.
The night before Sedryn was so sick, Bronwyn had been up 3 hours in the middle of the night complaining of an earache. Mid-morning, both Bronwyn and Sedryn collapsed into bed. Aeralind and I were blessed with two hours of time just to spend with each other. It was such a beautiful blessing!
Aeralind loves detail so I made her up a little sewing card and taught her how to so. I loved watching her quiet concentration and excitement over this new skill.
02
2012I’ve not much to say right now.
My body is weak as I fight off a dozy of a GI infection or virus.
My mind is working over so many different things and trying to make real words of them.
My spirit is just so convicted; so ready to grow and soar.
Just a few gift to share with you in the quiet:
3387. How I’m able to finish a difficult curved seam before my bobbin empties
3388. 8 month old Sedryn coming out on top of the stomach bug
3389. The way Bronwyn says “womper” and just love to wear her now almost too short romper
3390. Becky having a double electric pump I could have during this nursing strike
3391. Setting up twin mattresses on the floor for the girls and taking down their cribs
3392. Spray painting a star chandelier pink at the girls’ request
3393. Air Conditioner
3394. How when we go to install the light, run into problems, leave the breaker flipped off for 3 days, and discover our accidentally defrosted chest freezer: we find there was hardly anything in there but bird food
02
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2012Teeth.
The girls were slightly grouchy, bit me more often, and then POP! a tooth. We didn’t even use teething gel until they cut their first molars. I kind of snorted at everyone who drugged the mess out of their kids on everything from pain meds to teething tablets to amber necklaces.
Confession: I’ve been doing a drug cocktail with the boy for 48 hours… and now I ordered an amber necklace.
Apparently his teeth hurt so bad that I’m experiencing my first nursing strike. Wednesday he didn’t eat from 1 until 9pm (to be fair… he was also recovering from the stomach flu). Thursday he didn’t eat from 3-9pm. Today was trending to be the same. I’d be fine with that… but he screams pathetically for like 2 hours of that time, then cries himself to sleep, and then I wake him to nurse. All that screaming (and crawling after me where ever I go) is way more that I can handle (+ two year old twins).
Today required drastic measures. I borrowed a pump.
And the 8 month old got his first bottle.
I know he was relieved. And I sort of was. At least from the screaming.
But I was sad that he had to have a bottle at all. (Self-righteous humility-struggler that I am.) Oh, and I hate pumping. Hate it.
So I had a talk with the boy and said I’d only pump the dinner time feed for him… and help him through the other three with well-timed drowsy feeds (during which he will nurse).
But I do believe he liked that bottle… just… a… little… too… much.
Don’t you think?




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