Tuesday, March 31, 2009

100...and a GIVEAWAY!!!

Wow! This is my 100th blog post! I initially resisted starting a blog because I was sure I didn't have anything to say and here I am just two months later and I have actually posted 100 times!

And even more amazingly, my mom is not the only person who reads this!


Blogging has been so much more than I expected it to be. I have actually made friends doing this! So in honor of my 100th post and all of you who continue to read what I have to say day after day, I am hosting my first giveaway!!!


One of my new bloggy friends, Margaret, has graciously donated some incredibly cute, handmade cards and gift tags from her Etsy shop, Country Girl Originals. The winner of my giveaway will receive this prize package:

This stuff is so cute! Is it unethical of me to enter my own giveaway? Oh well, for the rest of you...

Here's how you enter

For extra entries (leave a separate comment for each entry)

  • Follow me.
  • Blog about this giveaway, linking back to me and to Country Girl Originals
  • Purchase something from Country Girl Originals and receive 3 extra entries (leave 3 extra comments telling me what you bought) Margaret is fast approaching her 100th sale and has offered a special gift to her 100th customer! So you might just win twice!!!
  • And just for fun: tell me about your favorite Easter tradition or memory.

The winners will be chosen using random.org on Friday, April 3. Please make sure you enable your email on blogger, or if you don't have a blog, leave your email address in one of your comments or make sure I have some other means of contacting you.

Monday, March 30, 2009

What Libby thinks of Mommy...

So I have seen this fun questionnaire floating around the blogosphere and thought I would try it out with Libby. All of her answers are in quotes and my silent reactions follow:

1. What is something mommy always says to you? "no" I do say that a lot! I am a really mean mommy!

2. What makes mommy happy? "a smile"

3. What makes mommy sad? "hitting"

4. How does your mommy make you laugh? "blowing raspberries and funny faces"

5. What was your mommy like as a child? " strawberries and cherries" she thought I meant what did I like

6. How old is your mommy? "4" no honey, that is you!

7. How tall is your mommy? "taller than the floor" not much

8. What is her favorite thing to do? "taking me to school" what?

9. What does your mommy do when you're not around? "i don't know" that makes sense!

10. If your mommy becomes famous, what will it be for? "what?" she doesn't know what famous means

11. What is your mommy really good at? "washing hands" am I teaching my children to be germaphobes?

12. What is your mommy not very good at? "making me go to timeout" I couldn't tell if she just thinks this is not a good thing or if she is telling me I need to work on my consistency!

13. What does your mommy do for a job? "work" AMEN!

14.What is your mommy's favorite food? "chicken pizza" don't know where that came from!

15.What makes your mommy proud of you? "making a funny face" and at this point she started getting a little silly!

16. If your mommy were a cartoon character, who would she be? "caillou" Really?

17. What do you and your mommy do together? "playing my Dora game" funny, Mommy gave that game to goodwill after the Christmas haul! I thought for sure she would say making cookies!

18. How are you and your mommy the same? "we are growing big and tall" Mommy is just growing big!

19. How are you and your mommy different? "I like to ride a bike" I definitely don't bike ride!

20. How do you know your mommy loves you? "snuggling"

21. What does your mommy like most about your daddy? "talking" probably refering to the 15 minutes of "grownups only" time we have when daddy comes home!

22. Where is your mommy's favorite place to go? "MOPS" so true!

See Kai Run giveaway

I discovered See Kai Run shoes when my friend Krystyn had a giveaway. Besides being adorable, these shoes promote healthy foot development for those little feet we love. And aren't they so cute?






Emily found two new bloggy friends, As They Grow Up and A Kindred Spirit's Thought that are having See Kai Run giveaways. The contests end soon, so make sure you check them out and enter ASAP.

Check out Emma Jane in the water!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Can I show you to the nursery?

I'm going to vent for a few minutes about something that happened in church this morning. It actually happens every week but since I can't vent my frustrations to the person causing them, I am doing it here! Bear with me for a moment...

I am a member of a very large baptist church and one of the things I love most about our church is the incredible nursery and preschool ministry that they offer. There are classes offered during all services for children from birth to 4 years old. (After that kids are expected to go with parents into the worship service.)

Now, I completely understand and have no problem with parents (especially first time parents) who bring newborns and very young infants into worship. Most of those babies sleep the whole time anyways and if not, are quickly given a bottle, paci or are whisked away to the nursing room by courteous mommies.

I personally, don't bring my babies into worship but that is because I have the noisiest babies on the planet, even when they are sleeping. During one Easter morning service (when, of course, the sanctuary was packed) my precious daughter (during a prayer) had an explosive diaper so loud that it literally reverberated through the choir loft and the boy behind me asked his mother, "What's the matter with that baby?" I am too humiliated to ever take an infant into church again!

Back to my venting though...What I don't understand is parents who consistently bring older babies and toddlers into the service instead of taking them to the nursery. It is unrealistic to expect a child of that age to sit quietly for over an hour and it is discourteous to those sitting around said child who are trying to listen to the sermon and worship God! (And the excuse of "oh but my child just cries when I leave him/her in the nursery" is completely lame! Get over it and your child will too! Your child will eventually learn that mommy and daddy always come back and they will have fun in the nursery. Learning to separate is healthy! EJ was a crier until 15 months of age! I still took her to the nursery every week and now she walks in without a backward glance at me!)

There is one particular couple who sits in the same vicinity of the sanctuary as I do that brings their daughter (who is at least 9 months old) every single week. And this is not a quiet child! And what is worse, when she cries, they do not remove her from the service!! This morning, the child started crying (judging from the thump, I think she hit her head against the pew in front of her) and her parents did nothing but shush her (adding to the noise!) Don't you think that at the very least, if a parent is going to insist on bringing a baby into worship that that parent should remove the baby as quickly as possible when the child becomes a disturbance? To me, that is just common courtesy. Am I wrong?

I heart wool!

A few months ago, I started using cloth diapers and quickly became obsessed fell in love with cloth! Besides being so cute, it really isn't much more difficult than using disposables. After trying pretty much ever diaper on the market, I found my favorites for everyday use: A thirsties All-In-One stuffed with a hemp insert! These work great during the day!





But even though I love my cloth diapers, I was really struggling to find a good nighttime solution. Emma Jane is a serious super soaker! Brad has been known to refer to her as Niagara falls on occasion! Even in disposable diapers, most mornings she woke up wet! I was just about to give up on ever finding a diaper that worked all night when I discovered the single greatest natural invention on the planet: WOOL!!!Here are EJ's wool longies with our favorite Goodmama diaper!



I had heard rumors in the cloth diapering world that wool covers were incredible, but I disregarded most of it. I mean, for one thing, I live in Florida. It would be so hot and uncomfortable for my baby to sleep in wool pants. I was wrong! Surprisingly, wool is not hot at all! Wool is naturally waterproof (when lanolized) and can absorb up to 30% of it's own weight in liquid without getting wet!! As the liquid evaporates it helps keep baby cool!



Now I bet some of you, are thinking, gross, it absorbs pee! But wool is also naturally antimicrobial! It kills germs and literally cleans itself. In the morning, I just hang up EJ's woolies to air out and we wear them again the next night. Absolutely no odors! I only have to wash these things every 3-4 weeks!!



It truly is amazing that I can put EJ in a regular fitted diaper (we like Goodmama's for nighttime), cover them with her woolies and the next morning she wakes up with dry sheets, dry pants and a totally wet diaper underneath!






Doesn't she look happy?!



Saturday, March 28, 2009

The pink ceiling is gone!!

Whenever I start moving furniture, it is a pretty clear sign that the nesting instinct is kicking in.
This morning, as I carried the changing table and a bookcase out of the nursery, "Brad gave me that patronizing look and said, "Honey, is it that time? Are you nesting?" To which I responded, "Yes, and you are painting!"
Now since I am currently possessed by a mission psychotically hormonal really motivated, he of course did not move at the speed that I wanted him too, but I did finally leave him alone and he managed to get the job done! He actually did a wonderful job and even touched up the edges and repaired that hole around the ceiling fan!

We are well on our way to being ready for Baby #3! Only 34 days to go!

To see the before pics, click here.

Got Twilight?

My IRL friend, Emily, is hosting the most awesome giveaway on the internet!!

Do you obsess over really like Twilight? Are you secretly (or not so secretly) in love with Edward?
Then you definitely want to head over here to enter to win one of THREE twilight shirts, courtesy of the following Etsy shops: neko knickknack's, bling it on, and embroidery impressions.

Friday, March 27, 2009

There were two in the bed and the little one said...

get the hell out of my crib! Roll over, roll over!! (That little children's song sounds so much nicer when Barney sings it!)

Last night after the girls went to bed, I was doing my usual blog and facebook checks. Around 10:00 I heard what sounded like loud crying from the other end of the house. Now I did not immediately go check because Brad was already in bed and I figured he would hear it too and see what was up. After about 5 minutes, the crying had only gotten louder so I decided to go see who needed me. (Seriously, my husband could sleep through a bomb going off!)

When I opened the door to the girls' room the first thing I noticed was that Libby was not in her bed. Upon taking two steps into the room, I discovered the problem. Libby, my cuddlebug, was having trouble sleeping and decided that she needed some snuggles. So she gravitated towards the nearest warm body.

Oh yeah, she crawled into Emma Jane's crib!!

Emma Jane, being sound asleep, was not in need of any snuggles, and therefore was seriously ticked not very happy about being woken up! She proceeded to try to push Libby out of the crib(according to Libby), while crying in outrage. Libby, being unable to climb back out of the crib, (and very upset by this less than welcoming reception as well) also started to cry.

So I found them. Sitting on opposite sides of the crib. Screaming at the top of their voices.

I helped Libby out of the crib and soothed her hurt feelings and calmly tried to explain why crawling into the crib probably wasn't the best idea. Then we snuggled for a few minutes before putting her back to bed. Then I wiped Emma Jane's indignant tears, covered her back up and left my two angels to sleep peacefully. *sigh*

And as I sit here typing this little anecdote, the mean mommy in me really wishes I had the whole episode on video. Because sometimes, crying children are really funny!!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

PSF - It grows on the sides too!!

My sweet Emma Jane was born with wretchedinteresting hair. In addition to being stick straight and wispy, for the longest time it only grew in the front and the back. (You may recall me lamenting her mullet in this post.)
Every since she has had enough hair to put a bow in, our usual hairstyle has been this:

Just the hair on top pulled into a "ponytail."

Two days ago, while fixing her hair, I realized she has a lot of hair hanging over her ears. So I tried something new and sure enough, my baby finally has enough hair to pull the sides back too! (Most of it anyways!) Doesn't she look so grown up?!


I can't tell you how that extra inch of hair totally made my day!!
PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Isn't it awesome...

when your child removes her own diaper during naptime and pees all over her bed?

And isn't she a genius for using her flannel blanket to cover the pee spot so that she doesn't get wet while she finishes her nap?

And didn't her mommy demonstrate amazing, zen-like self-control by not tanning that bare little hide when she saw it in the crib?

To quote my friend, Krystyn: REALLY, are you SERIOUS?!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The good side of reality tv

I don't really watch a whole lot of reality tv. For one thing, use of the word "reality" is a huge stretch! And honestly, when I take the time to sit down and actually watch tv, I would much rather be swept up in a completely unrealistic tv world than watch real people make fools of themselves. I can go outside and do that! Give me Smallville any day!

But sometimes, during these years when my children are so funny and unpredictable, I do think it would be cool to have a camera crew following us around to catch all of those spontaneous moments! (Only the ones that perpetuate the illusion that my life and my family are perfect, of course!) Some things just don't come across quite the same when I write them down and I have found that preschoolers don't get the concept of an instant replay!

For instance, one of Libby's favorite things to do is play hide-and-seek with Daddy when he gets home from work. But of course, she hasn't truly grasped the concept of the game yet. It usually goes something like this.

L: Ok, Daddy you count and I will hide.
(Brad slowly counts to ten.)
B: Ready or not here I come!
L: (laughing loudly) I'm in the closet! Come get me!

Then,

L: Now I count and you go hide in the bathroom! (And Libby will show Brad his hiding place, go count, and then "find" him)

When it is Libby's turn to hide again, she will hide in exactly the same place as before!

But what makes this game really fun to watch, is Emma Jane trying to keep up! One night while Libby was "hiding" in the closet, Emma Jane joined in the fun. She stood right next to Brad covering her eyes, saying, "two, fi-e, two, fi-e, etc." (Apparently she only knows those 2 numbers.) I got so tickled I ran to get the camera, but of course when I got back, I had missed the moment! I tried to get Brad to make her do it again, but when he, "Emma Jane, let's count one more time!" she gave him a look that said, "Uh, Daddy, we already did that. It is time to go get Libby from the closet now." And then she took off down the hall.

Where is the camera crew when you need them?

Oh yeah, they are following around the woman who gave birth 18 times in a row! I don't need to be on tv that badly!

No pictures, just words this Wednesday

My sweet husband sent me the following email yesterday after I had a little meltdown about not feeling very attractive these days. At first, I thought he had written the poem himself. But then I got to line 29. It's the thought that counts though! He did take time out of his day to google baby poems and find one that would definitely make me cry! Here is the email:

Lauren we are so close to having our 3rd baby and I’m so excited about continuing the adventure of raising children together. Let our love be first and foremost to God and each other, and may our children witness what true love is through our relationship.

I love you and YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL to me!

Love,
Brad


A Poem From Brad:

At first you moved

only a little.
I could always find you
right in the middle.

As time went on
you really started to grow.
It wasn't a whole lot,
in fact, it was rather slow.

Before I knew it,
you were all over the place.
It kind of felt like
you were running a race.

People would ask me
if you were a boy or a girl.
I would sit and wonder if
you would have curls.

There are so many things
I really want to know.
But, you are hidden inside,
so the answers don't show.

How much will you weigh?
How tall will you be?
What color is your hair?
Will you even like me?

I hope and pray
you feel like you belong.
I never want you to feel
like you are alone.

Your Dad and I
planned you from the start.
You, my dear child,
were made straight from our hearts.

In about a week or so
I'll meet you for the first time.
For you are the product
of your Dad's love and mine.

There will be no one like you,
not any place in the world.
It really doesn't matter
if you are a boy or a girl.

We are both so happy
that you even exist.
The gender doesn't matter,
you'll be hard to resist.

I hope I make you proud
that I am your mother everyday.
Because you have filled my dreams,
in more ways than words can say.

It won't be long before
I can look you in the eyes.
I can feel the excitement growing
I know I'm going to cry.

Don't worry my angel,
those tears will be of joy.
It won't matter to me
if you are a girl or a boy.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Prayers for Baby Stellan

I know many of us out there run in the same "blogging circle" and that you are already praying for baby Stellan. But for those of you not familiar with MckMama and her Many Small Children, I am sending out a prayer request. The short version of the story is that MckMama's youngest son, 5-month old Stellan, is currently in the PICU with an enlarged heart and accelerated heart rate. His heart is currently beating in the 220s (per minute.) This is actually a problem that Stellan had while still in the womb, but this is the first time since his birth that it has flared up again. Please visit MckMama's blog at www.mycharmingkids.net for the full story (I can't do it justice) and updates. And most of all pray!!

In her most recent update MckMama spent alot of her post just talking about the power of prayer and God's sovereignty. She made the comment that prayer can do amazing things for the one praying, (as well as the one being prayed for.) I am finding that to be so true! I have been praying since yesterday for this baby and family that I have never met and yet through my prayers for them and reading their testimony of what God is doing in their hearts through this trial, my faith is being strengthened .

Here is just an excerpt of her latest post that really hit home with me:

I believe that Stellan's course has not altered. He had terrible heart problems in the womb, was born with no sign of a problem at all, and now finds himself in the PICU for the exact same heart problem again. The problem from which we were so sure he'd been fully healed. This new situation with our baby is not new for God. He knew this and had this path set in motion for Stellan. Nothing is altered in His book, although to us it can seem like things with Stellan are off course. But God is not taken by surprise that Stellan's heart is sick. God didn't try to heal Stellan completely when he was born, and then now say "Whoops, I guess My healing didn't totally take. Let's see if I can try this again..."But that doesn't mean that we shouldn't keep praying. That also doesn't mean that we might not want to rethink what a miracle really is. It's worth rethinking our concept of miracles performed by God. It's worth considering the idea that even my friend Angie's baby daughter Audrey and her death were miracles.

Those words really hit home with me because I have been there. Not with my child, but with someone else that I love. My father died three years ago. I don't understand why it had to be that way and I am not okay that he died, but I have peace about it. I can stand firm on my relationship with God and on His promises. He has promised that he has a plan, a good plan, for my life (Jeremiah 29:11) and that He works ALL circumstances for good for those that love him (Romans 8:28.) Even when we can't see the good! My father's cancer was not a surprise to God. His positive response to chemo wasn't either. And his turn for the worst just when it seemed like we had gotten the miracle we prayed for wasn't failure on God's part. The truth is, my family did get a miracle. Just not the one we wanted. We got almost a year and a half of extra time with my dad. My dad had the opportunity through his illness to share his faith with so many others, and those of us left behind still have that testimony to pass on.


So, I am going to continue praying for Stellan and the MckFamily and I hope you will join me in prayer! And regardless of the outcome, I am going to join them in praising God for his sovereignty!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Flashback Friday Saturday - The day I met Libby

This week for Flashback Friday (yes, I know it is Saturday!), Danielle wants to hear about the birth or adoption of your first child.


My pregnancy with Libby was pretty normal up until about 31 weeks when my whole body started to swell like a balloon. I gained 9 lbs in one week, started spilling protein in my urine and my blood pressure went through the roof! Anyone recognize those symptoms?


Yup, I had preeclampsia! I went to the dr on a Monday, he said don't go to work tomorrow and come back on Wednesday. By Wednesday nothing had changed so I had to go to the hospital to spend 5 hours in triage being monitored and was then sent home for more bedrest. I was also given what looked like a gas can and instructed to pee into it for 48 hrs, while storing it in my refrigerator between bathroom breaks! Eeww! When I went back to the dr on Friday I had used up all of my strikes and was sentenced to restricted bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy. Which unfortunately lasted until 4 days before my due date! I spent 8 lonely, boring weeks on the couch watching mindless tv, reading until my eyes hurt, and begging my unborn child to come out! I had a standing 9:00am appt with my OB every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for those 8 weeks to have my bp monitored and to get a weekly nonstress test. I was only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom or to quickly grab a snack from the fridge. I was only supposed to shower every other day for 5 minutes. Other than that, I was to be on the couch with my feet up. It was so depressing! I eventually stopped taking phone calls because I was so sick of family members random people asking me when I was going to hurry up and have that baby. Seriously, it's not like I was holding her in! (Can you tell I am still a little bitter about bedrest?)


I kept begging my dr to induce me, but he wouldn't. Sweet Libby was too small to be born early and looking back I am so glad he refused! I probably would have ended up with a c-section and a baby in the NICU. But I am getting ahead of myself!


On the morning of June 16, 3:12 am to be exact, I felt my first contraction. When it was over, I of course had to pee so I went to the bathroom and discovered my mucus plug had come out. (For those of you who don't know what that is, it is even grosser than it sounds!) 20 minutes later another contraction came and from then on it was on! And it was brutal! My contractions came hard and fast right from the start and they never got regular. They fluctuated from 10 minutes to 7 minutes to 3 minutes and then back to 5 minutes apart and so on! After 9 hours of that torture, I told Brad we were going to the hospital regardless of whether or not they were regular!


I arrived at the hospital and was whisked to a room and hooked up to a bunch of monitors. Between contractions I overheard one of the nurses say, "She is only at 1 cm (WHAT!?) but her bp is so high we will have to induce her if she doesn't go into labor soon." Again, WHAT?! I have been in labor all day!


Wrong! Turns out it's not labor if you don't progress. And if not for my bp, they would have sent me home! AND, when you aren't progressing, they won't give you any of the good drugs!!


I think I cried when I got that news. My ob came in and broke my water hoping to move things along. This is the part of the story where Brad was traumatized. He made the mistake of watching the doc break my water. Afterwards, looking very pale and faint, Brad said, "Honey, the hook was this long (holding his arms out) and the doctor just kept putting it in further and further and then it all just started gushing out!" I was like, "dude why did you watch?" He said, "once it started I just couldn't turn away!" He is still traumatized 4 years later!


After 13 hours of natural labor, I finally made it to 4cm! Woohoo! It's epidural time!


Unfortunately, all labor stopped after I finally got my epi. 4 hours later I was still at 4cm so they started pitocin. Luckily, thanks to the epi I couldn't feel the boost in intensity. Finally, after 18 hours, I hit 10! And the nurse immediately made me start pushing. Looking back, that was a mistake. I may have been at 10cm but Lib was not engaged yet which made pushing extremely difficult. It took over an hour to push her through the birth canal. I was so exhausted, I was crying and Brad was stressing! My nurse was incredible though and she coached me through it! At 10:06, after 19 hours of labor, Libby arrived! And suddenly, every second of it was completely worth it! She was 5 lbs 14 oz, 19 3/4 inches long and absolutely beautiful!!


After all of the usually post delivery pokes and prods, they let me try to nurse her and then she was whisked away to the NICU for the rest of the night to be monitored and I was kept right where I was for monitoring as well.


The next morning, Libby was returned to me and we both went to perinatal (rather than the maternity ward) so that I could be monitored some more. I think they were a little worried about me. I had to stay on this nasty magnesium drip for 24 hours after delivery in order to help regulate my bp. One good thing about being on the perinatal ward rather than maternity is that those nurses don't get to play with babies very much, so we got lots of attention!! After 2 days I was able to take my precious baby home!



So what is your birth story? Tell us about it and then visit Danielle and sign Mr. Linky!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Wishful thinking...Or a Sign?

Yesterday was my monthly MOPS meeting. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE MOPS! Well, let's just say that on the third Thursday of every month dirty clothes, dishes, errands, responsibilities, dr. appts, etc. go out the window and is replaced by only one priority:




You read that correctly! I actually did reschedule EJ's 2 year check up with the pediatrician because I realized it conflicted with MOPS! I always leave MOPS feeling encouraged and motivated as a mother. And there is always an awesome brunch spread and door prizes! If you are not involved in MOPS, I highly encourage visiting this link and finding a local chapter!

Back to the point. Yesterday's discussion topic was discipline which I felt was very timely given some things that have been going on with sweet Libby lately. I was really hoping to win this book in the door prize giveaway:

But I didn't. What I did get was this:


When I went up to collect my prize (which I won for answering a question correctly), Suzette, our MOPS coordinator said, "You have a little boy don't you, Lauren?"
To which I respond, "No, two girls, but I will take it anyways." (I never turn down free prizes and anyways, I have a nephew so it definitely won't go to waste!)
Then Suzette said, "Do you know what you are having?" (No.) "Well maybe this is God-ordained!" Everyone, including me, laughed and then she moved on to the next prize.
As I returned to my seat I started to wonder, (because I am always wondering about the sex of my baby): Is this God-ordained? I mean, first Libby finds two little random pieces of It's A Boy confetti. Then I get a book for little boys. Plus every weird dream I have had lately about giving birth has always been about a boy!
Am I reading what I want to see into all of this? Or could this be a sign?
Everyone out there has an opinion about what I am having. So I am asking you to put in your two cents. Am I having a boy, like the signs seem to say? Or is it just wishful thinking? Leave me a comment and let me know what you think. Then go visit Emily's blog (who is not allowed to comment!) and vote in her "Is Lauren Having a Boy or a Girl" poll! (It's on the right sidebar.)
Only 42 more days until we know the answer...

Thursday, March 19, 2009

PSF - The pink ceiling

When we moved into our house a year and a half ago, I painted the ceiling in Emma Jane's room pink. I did it on a whim, because I had seen painted ceilings in other people's houses and I always thought it looked so cool. I regretted the decision the moment the roller hit the ceiling! Painting a ceiling is HARD! It puts your body in an awkward position and paint drips everywhere! But of course once I started I had to finish. Sort of.

When I started on the ceiling, I just left the tape that was already there from painting the walls in place. So when I pulled it off there was an inch and a half white border around the ceiling. I was too sore and too sick of the project to fill in the white space so I just pretended that it was supposed to be there.

As if that weren't tacky enough, about a month later, Brad decided to change the ceiling fan in EJ's room. He replaced it with a fan that was just a little bit smaller than the one before, resulting in this:

another white border and a hole in the ceiling!

Now that we have a new baby coming, Emma Jane has moved in with Libby and her old room will continue to be the nursery. But, as many of you know, we have chosen not to find out the sex of this baby. It could be another girl. OR it might just be our first boy!! Which means...

I have to paint that freaking ceiling again! Just in case!



PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Writer's Workshop - I used to think...

It's Writer's Workshop time again thanks to MamaKat! So let's jump "write" in! (I know that is really bad!)

I used to think...

that I was really cool. Until my three-year-old started rolling her eyes at me!

that I was impatient. Until I learned to count to 100 while a preschool insists on putting on her own shoes!

that I could sing. Until a certain little one piped up from the backseat and said, "you stop, Mommy. I want to hear the real singers." Ouch!

that naps were for children. Until I spent a sleepless night rocking a fussy baby!

that nature was just the backdrop. Until I saw the beauty of a bird in flight through the eyes of a small child.

that my house had to be clean before guests came over. Until I realized that would only be accomplished by locking the kids in the closet. Hey, this is how we really live!!

that I knew what I wanted. Until I got more than I ever expected!!

WW- Emma Jane's Potty dance



(She tee-teed in the potty!!)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Saying sorry to God

We seem to be having a lot of teachable moments with Libby lately. Yesterday was a tough day for her in the areas of listening and obeying. I felt like I was talking to myself most of the day and by the time Brad got home I was so sick of saying, "Libby, listen to Mommy!" or "Libby, stop jumping on the furniture!" (What is up with that, btw? It's like all of a sudden, instead of a couch, she sees a trampoline!)

She got sent to timeout AGAIN right before dinner and Brad went in to talk to her. Now, I am going to stop here to give you some background. Brad and I have been teaching Libby bible verses and one of the first verses she memorized was Ephesians 6:1. "Children, obey your parents in the Lord for this is right." What parent doesn't love that verse?! Libby knows it backwards and forwards and she knows that the Bible is God's Word and that God's words are true. But last night, Brad took it a step further.

He got down on her level and they went over the verse together and then he said to her, "Libby you know that God said to obey mommy and daddy. When you don't obey, you are going against God's plan. You are not just disobeying mommy, you are disobeying God too." Her eyes got so wide! He went on to say, "It is important to obey Mommy and Daddy because it pleases God. It is not just about getting in trouble or not." Well, Libby was very upset at this point and said that she wanted to say sorry to Mommy and Brad told her that first she needed to say sorry to God and ask for His forgiveness first. So then they prayed together and Libby came out to say sorry to me.

Brad told me all of this last night after the girls were in bed. I really think it made an impact on Libby and hopefully she is starting to gain some understanding of the relationship between God and people. She has had a better day today, not that she hasn't tuned me out a few times, but she is still only three!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Profound wisdom from a three-year-old

They say that confession is good for the soul but bad for the reputation. Well, I have to make a confession. I am not at all proud of what I am about to share, but I learned something from it and maybe you will too.



Brad and I got into a HUGE fight after church today. He was mean, I was belligerent. We both lost our tempers. And it resulted in me going into my bedroom, slamming the door, throwing a book at the wall, and crying in a heap on the floor. (Did mention my temper?) But the worst part is that our children witnessed it. EJ didn't really seem to noticed anything was amiss, but Libby...ouch! She also started crying and being the peacemaker that she is, came into see me to give me her bunny so that I would feel better. Then she ran from my room.



Brad got the girls settled and then came to apologize to me. While we were talking things out he told me that Libby said, "Daddy you need to be nice to Mommy." And then she said, "Sometimes adults are just ugly to each other!" Wow! She didn't hear that from me. These observations came straight from my daughter's own mind. I could tell that Brad was really affected by her words. Me, too!



Later, Libby and I were having a snack together and she said, "Mommy, why were you so sad this morning?" I told her that Daddy and I had been upset with each other and that I am so sorry that she saw me so upset. And then I made sure she knew that Daddy and I had forgiven each other and that no one was upset anymore. Then she hit me with this, "Mommy, you just need to pray more when you are sad." Tell me about it, Libby! I love this little girl's heart! And my prayer for her is that God would just continue to press himself upon her heart and that my own failures would not be a stumbling block to her!



My prayer life has been practically nonexistent. I know that I have been using being a mommy as an excuse for my faltering spiritual growth but it is time for me to get over it. I mean, if ever I needed a strong relationship with God, it is now!! Of course my job is overwhelming! I have been trying to do it by myself! I talked to Brad about this and he did something I wasn't expecting...he took responsibility for my lack of spiritual growth! He said that as leader of our household it is his responsibility to pour into me and our kids spiritually and he hasn't been doing that and then he apologized AGAIN! And then he gave me homework! :)



I am actually excited about it though. He gave me a booklet that he has been through about unlocking your prayer life and we are committing to pray together every week. He is also going to help me memorize more scripture. He has been memorizing scripture consistently for over a year and I can see the difference it has made in him. I think I may have fallen in love with him all over again today!

Friday, March 13, 2009

I'm in the sisterhood!

So I am way behind with paying it forward! I was originally nominated to join the sisterhood by Heidi and now I have also been awarded by Margaret! So now I am sharing the love with some of my favorite bloggy friends! This is how it works:
1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate at least 5 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!
3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.





And the nominees are...


Emily, Megan R., Danielle, Tara, and Krystyn!!



Congratulations, ladies! Now share the blogging love!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

WW - Libby's "pregnant" belly

I know this is supposed to be wordless, but I just have to tell you my daughter is so fixated on her belly lately! She told me that she doesn't think her doggy is growing enough because her belly isn't big like mine! I told her that baby doggies are smaller than baby people. Then she started sticking her belly out and I just had to snap a picture! Okay, so this is more of a wordfull Wednesday!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

(Edited to Add)Fast Times at Ridgemont High the Snellings House

It has been a really busy weekend! I feel like my blog has suffered as a result. Do you think it is a sign of addiction that I am more concerned that my readers might be jonesing for cute pictures and anecdotes of my kids than I am about the laundry that isn't done or the dishes that are piling up or even the afore mentioned kids that I have contemplated locking in the closet more than once in 48 hours? Hmm...


Back to my weekend...It has included a visit from my sister and her family, a double date thanks to my babysitter being available at the last minute, two birthdays, a leap forward in time, and last night. When all hell broke loose. But more about that in a moment. First, the fun stuff!


Now I already mentioned my date to the Cheesecake Factory here, so I can fast forward over that.


Emma Jane and Uncle Pat both had a birthday on Sunday, so of course we had to celebrate! But since EJ is only 2 and Uncle Pat turned an "unknown" number of years, we kept it low key. Just cupcakes and presents on the back porch. EJ loved everyone singing happy birthday to her and she (and Ryan) loved the cupcakes, but presents only held her interest for a few minutes. The big girls opened most of the packages for her. And then played with her new toys for her! Emma Jane's favorite new toy is definitely her big wheel from mommy and daddy. She even "helped" daddy put it together! Here are a few shots of her trying it out. She hasn't quite grasped pedalling yet!


Monday, after a trip to Target, Sis and I took all the kids to the park to burn off some energy. It didn't really worked since only 50% of the children took a nap afterwards. (Even though 100% needed one!) But we still had a fun day, including a dance party courtesy of Ryan.
The children all went down easily enough and the adults breathed a sigh of relief! We should have known it wouldn't last!


Emma Jane, my beautiful, precious, soon-to-be middle child was replaced by a demon-possessed podperson last night! She would not stay in bed! This has been happening for a while but it reach epic proportions last night! She went to sleep fine, but after about 2 and 1/2 hours she woke up and would not go back down! After the third time, I turned off her night light so that she couldn't find her way to the door. (I know, I am so mean!) So she sat in her bed and screamed for so long and so loud that my sister heard her on the other side of the house! And of course, since she and Libby share a room, Libby woke up and had to come and sleep in our bed just to get away for the noise! Finally at 1:30am, I gave her (against my better judgement) a sippy cup of milk hoping that would bribe her back to sleep. It seemed to work. Until 4. Then the screaming started again!! Just to clear up any possible confusion, this crying was purely a tantrum! She was not sick, wet, hungry, etc. She just wanted mommy to sleep with her! I have decided that the attempt to move her into a big girl bed must be labeled as a failure! As much as I was hoping not too, I am going to have to get a second crib because EJ is just not ready for the freedom of being out of hers! And mommy is going to go bald fro pulling my hair out if I don't get some freakin' sleep!
Edited to add: Last night, we were able to borrow a crib from some friends. Emma Jane was so excited she didn't even want to read books last night! She slept all night and so did everyone else! Wouldn't it be great if toddlers could speak clearly? She could have just said, "Mom, I don't really feel secure in the big girl bed. Can I have a crib again?!"


And as if the drama with my own child wasn't enough, Morgan got sick during the night. Really sick! It seemed like she was having an asthma attack, but she has no history of asthma. She was wheezing and having trouble breathing so Sis and I decided to take her to After Hours pediatric care. Now my sweet hubby, who does have asthma and was terrified of being left with the other three children alone in the middle of the night, offered up his own inhaler to Morgan. I had to point out the since she is three and we didn't actually know what the problem was, that probably wasn't a good idea! So we loaded Morgan up in the car and went, only to arrive right after they closed! We opted not to go to the ER. Morgan seems better today. I think all of the pollen around here just got to her yesterday.

I think that is all! I hope this has satisfied your Snellings fix!