Jan
20
2012
Oh, Sedryn boy! You have been battling sickness so much this month. And you’re a typical man: you wanted to be cuddled and coddled the whole time you’re sick. It’s not working out so well for you because of your crazy sisters.
But one thing is for sure: your love language is physical touch. You practically purr with delight each evening as I give you a tummy and chubby thigh massage before bed. It’s hysterical to watch… too bad the video camera distracts you too much for me to record it forever.
You’ve discovered two things this month. First, that if all the noise/people leave the room and you start screaming, odds are pretty good we’ll come back. You want us to be there surrounding you. You are such an extrovert. Second, you’ve discovered you hands. You favorite thing to do with them is stuff your whole fist in your mouth to munch on. Your second favorite is to hold them in front of you nose and watch you fingers move.
Sedryn, there’s also no question that God made you a boy. Your biggest obsession for the last 3 weeks has been to play with your spit. The girls never did anything like this! You sit there blowing spit bubbles until your entire shirt is soaking wet. I may have to pull out the bibs after all!
Thanks for snuggling with me, little cuddle bug, even when I don’t appreciate it as I should.
Jan
18
2012Bronwyn has a boyfriend. His name is Bruce. She likes to pet him. She insists that he’s a “Lay-Dee Boog!” I know the truth.
Bruce is a Hissing Cockroach. He lives at our local Children’s Museum.
I know… this doesn’t sound so much like an activity besides going to see him at the museum, but it’s become a game.
Bronwyn randomly looks at me during the day and says:
“Tea-um. Kinger. Lady-Dee Boog!” (Museum. Finger-I touch him with one finger. Lady Bug)
To which I reply.
“Bruce is a Cockroach!”
Bronwyn grins slying and insists:
“Lay-Dee Boog!”
“Cockroach!”
“Lay-Dee Boog!”
“Cockroach!”
“Lay-Dee Boog!”
“Cockroach!”
Until I either tickle her or collapse in a fit of giggles.
Here’s a little interview of Bron-ee Bear telling you all about Bruce. Enjoy!
Jan
17
2012
It’s been one of those weeks over here.
Hurt feelings.
Tears. (mostly mommy)
Whining. (mostly toddlers)
Sedryn screaming for long periods for no reason only to finally let out the smallest burp possible.
Me wondering why I had 3 babies after the cut-off date for kindergarten (all of mine will be 6 unless I choose to fight it).
Hormones raging.
Lack of sleep.
Derek wondering if this was a preview of life with 3 teenage + women.
But mostly me complaining, which is, ironically, the one of the things I’m hoping to learn work on this year.
Isn’t it just like God to send me a week where I have so much to complain about when I’m trying to learn not to complain?
And I have failed in this trial.
Failed miserably.
The gratitude journal fell silent in the heat of the moments and I couldn’t look outside of myself.
Pray for me friends.
Pray Psalm 142 for me.
1 With my voice I cry out to the LORD;
with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
2 I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
3 When my spirit faints within me,
you know my way!
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
4 Look to the right and see:
there is none who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for my soul. 5 I cry to you, O LORD;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Attend to my cry,
for I am brought very low!
Deliver me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me!
7 Bring me out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your name!
The righteous will surround me,
for you will deal bountifully with me.
Oh, the prison of selfishness, of unmet expectations, of discontent.
Help me give thanks to Your name!
Just a few thanks this week as in my weakness I forgot to give glory to Him.
2880. Snuggling a sleepy Aeralind
2881. Getting to see and touch Bruce the hissing cockroach again
2882. The museum membership- oh, how we love it!
2883. Rest (when Derek took the girls out AND let me sleep in!)
2884. Little girls coming back from the museum with Daddy wearing the coolest handmade hats from open studio.
