Monday, September 27, 2010

in the background...

... of my home this morning as I mosey about trying to make sense of the giant pile-o-stuff I brought home at 1:00am last night from Kid's Market is this:

"Can you find a B-word?"

For some reason, this phrase being repeated over and over and over on Nick Jr. this morning is starting to make me giggle and come up with some words of my own.  Has nothing to do with the 4 hours of sleep I was treated to last night, I'm sure.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Must be doing something right....

.... We have the pleasure and privilege to be attending a little month-long parenting seminar at a friend's church on Tuesday nights in September.  Last night's session was on discipline, and was a much needed reminder and source of encouragement.  One of the highlighted points of the evening was Dad's authority.  A question was raised about the all-too-familiar threat of some moms, "Just wait 'til your Father gets home." and it's appropriate uses.  It is no secret that Daddies generally command more authority around the home.  And if not, then their administration of discipline is at least usually more painful.

 On evening, not too long ago, I sent Emory to sit on our bed during supper.  This is our go-to waiting spot for the administration of that extra-special love of discipline (see Proverbs - there's a whole lot of "if you love your child, you must discipline him/her" in that book!).  Daddy decided that he would administer the lovin' and give a tired Mama a break.  As he walked into the room he was greeted with a wail of, "No!  Not you!" 

John 3:16

Emory style: "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only forgotten Son...."

Friday, September 17, 2010

an interesting glimpse...

....into the mind of my big girl.  We ran a couple of errands this afternoon after naptime and one of those errands was to drop off some clothes in a Hannah Home drop-box. 

Emory asked, "Is this place Hannah Home?" (The drop-box is located in the parking lot of a gas station.) "No, this is just where they have a little  mailbox for people to put things in for Hannah Home." 
"Mama, do people live in Hannah Home?"
 "Yes, Baby, they do?"
"Who lives there, Mama?"
"Women who have mean husbands take their children there to be safe."
"Some ladies have mean husbands?"
"Yes, Honey, some husbands and daddies are very mean."
"Our Daddy is kind."
"Yes, God gave us a very kind Daddy."
"He's even kind when you're not there."

That's good to know.  Never thought to wonder about that.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

A Giveaway!

To help a very worthy cause.  My friend, Jama, and her family are seeking to adopt a baby domestically  through the Lifeline agency here in Birmingham.  Since that is the agency my family used eons ago when my parents were involved in foster care, I can't help but be interested.  Jama is doing applique to raise money for their adoption.  To get the word out about her little business, she's hosting a giveaway, here, on her site.  Check it out!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

a little bit of comfort on a hard day....

.... this morning marked one of my biggest parenting failures yet.  I won't go into the morbid and gross details, but I will tell you it was U.G.L.Y.  However, it did lend itself to a frank and good discussion with my daughter on sin - hers and mine -  and our desperate need for Christ daily.  So, all was not lost.  But, I still wished we could have accomplished the great discussion without the ugliness it took to get us there today.

It's interesting that there was so much sin flowing in our home this morning.  Our catechism question for the week is #29 "What is sin?" (For those who don't know:  Sin is any lack of conformity to, or transgression of, the law of God.)  We've been discussing what "lack of conformity to" and "trangression of" are.  Today, during our post-incident discussion, I callled what we'd each done sin for the first time.  I really don't think I've ever told Emory she was in sin.  I've told her she is wrong, made a poor or foolish choice, or just plain disobedient. 

It went well.  She even stopped me at one point to tell me we needed to confess our sin before we sleep tonight to get rid of the sin in the camp.  That is a reference to the battle of Ai that Israel lost because of Achan's "hidden" sin. (Thank you Jamie Soles!)  So, I feel comforted that she was really listening. 

While she has bounced back, I've nursed my wound most of the day.  "How could I have treated her that way?" and, "Will I ever be able to please the Lord in my parenting?" has rung through my mind most of the morning.  During nap time, I switched on a sermon I've been meaning to listen to.  The pastor was preaching on grace and obedience and was so what I needed to hear today.  The following really had my number, "We do not just have the gifts of God, we have the Giver Himself." 

And praise God that we do!

Friday, September 10, 2010

more cute stuff about my kids...

.... Ethan, being a boy toddler, is frequently drawn to grosser things than the two gals he's home with all day long.  So, he frequently hears Emory and I exclaim, "Oh Ethan!  EWWWWW!"  So now, he will do something that he knows is going to get a reaction - like lift the potty lid, peer into the trash can, or put his big sister's toes in his mouth - look at me, flash a wicked grin and say, "Ew?" 

When I send Emory to put her dirty clothes into her hamper I will inevitably hear her giggling and then she'll appear holding random items Ethan has thrown in there when no one was looking.  Today it was one of his chunky cars and a red comb. I get a kick out of seeing her enjoy her baby brother's quirks.

Today on the way home from a friend's house, we passed a small farm with horses out to pasture.  I asked Emory what she would name her horse, if she owned one.  She replied, "Probably Walrus."

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Just life...

No deep thoughts tonight, just what life looks like right now.  I'm one day away from being 15 weeks pregnant and I am really ready to begin feeling more human-like.  However, if all goes well tomorrow, it will have been the first full week I've not thrown up in a while!  Now, if the general yuckies and fatigue would give way to that second-trimester-honeymoon, everyone in this house would jump for joy.  Still haven't gained anything, and in fact, I wore a pair of pants the other night that didn't fit before I was pregnant.  Go figure.  My dream of not battling baby weight once this kid arrives may actually come true.  Usually, by this point, I've put on about half of what I'll gain.

Ethan is cracking us up these days.  He and Emory have kind of begun playing together.  I don't have to monitor nearly as closely as I was when they are in the same room.  She is making good choices and even showing some inclinations to be kind to her baby brother.  It looks as though she may have figured out life is more fun when she is making him laugh intead of making him cry.  I've even caught her really enjoying him, which is such a blessing to me.  I'd love for these two to be friends.  This morning they were playing a game where they were each holding one end of his blankey.  She would lead him from his room, across the hall, to her room, and then back again.  This went on for about 10 minutes, both of them laughing hysterically.   It was a treat to watch.

Ethan loves to watch her and imitates everything she does - from trying to jump like her to twirling like she does when she dances.  He'll do the most random things and then wait for us to laugh at him.  Today Emory was reading books on the couch with her legs dangling over the edge.  Baby wierdo toddled over and sucked on her bare big toe for a moment.  At first, Emory did not know what to do and then when I started laughing at him, she relaxed a bit and let herself laugh at him too.  He, of course, was eternally proud of having secured another laugh from his fan club.

He loves to stack things, throw whatever he can get his hands on, and would practice getting into a chair and sitting down sucessfully for hours.  He and Emory are very different that way.  At his age, once she mastered a new skill she wasted no time on moving on to the next skill to master.  Ethan will master a new skill and then practice it over and over and over just for the simple pleasure of success.  He gets really proud of himself and I've even witnessed him clapping for himself when he's not aware he's being watched.  He's just such a delight to have around.

Emory has been reading non-stop.  She's begun to recognize some words by sight and will tell you how many of a certain would is on a given page.  Her favorite word right now is "zoo".  I think it's the first word she's recognized that starts with a z, so I think it's an extra cool word to her.  We were reading Lyle Lyle Crocodile the other day and she blurted out, "There are 3 on that page."  She was referring to how many times the word zoo was used.  Seems a little Rain Man-ish to me, but at least she's on the right path to learning to read.  If she keeps it up, she might have it mastered before she  makes it to kindergarten.

Her most favorite place right now is the library.  We have the best story time and children's librarian, Ms. Laura, at our library.  She knows my kids by name, makes it a point to speak to them and me after story time, and she's terribly gifted at working with young children.  She remembers what we've been reading and asks Emory what she thinks about certain books.  Reading accounts for about 80% of what we do with our playtime, with riding our tricycle accouting for the other  20%.  Even Ethan will come sit next to us as we read.  He still won't let me read to him like she did at his age, but he will sit by us and turn the pages of a book over and over and over while we read book after book.  And, he won't be fooled by a board book.  No sir, he wants a book with pages, just like sister.  On the upside, I feel like he is learning earlier than she did how to treat a book with respect and care.  He's surprisingly gentle with the pages and has only tried to tear them once, and that was on a 4-hour car ride home from Mobile when I felt like tearing the pages of a book myself!  Maybe it's his tempermant, or it's the benefit of seeing us and how we use them.  Whatever, it's working!

So, that's life in a nutshell.  Silly boys, little girls who love to read, and a mama who's glad to be puking less.

Monday, September 6, 2010

another top ten...

.... Top 10 ways you know you are a "real" mom:

10. Nursing bras are your regular bras.

9. You finally part with all those cute clothes you wore on your honeymoon because you realize you will never again fit into them or they are no longer practical.

8. Consignment season gives you a high.

7. Your three-year-old tells you to zip it up and when you ask, in atonishment, where she heard that phrase your husband gently points out you say it.  Regularly.

6. By the time you are expecting your third child, ultrasound photos don't get framed or hung on the fridge.  They stay in the bottom of your purse which is where you stashed them on your way out of the doctor's office to pick up your other children.

5. Comfort food is anything you didn't have to make.

4. You finally see the beauty of elastic waist bands.

3. Any time away from your kids with your spouse is considered a date.  Sitting down to order is not necessary but a really good bonus.

2. You know a "Potty Time" song, "Brush Your Teeth" song, "Go to Bed" song, and a "Clean Up" song.

1. Grocery shopping by yourself is such a luxury it warrants stopping for a special drink to enjoy while you're out.  Just make sure you toss the cup before coming home so you don't get busted by the big kid.

some recent musings from my oldest...

.... She has recently noticed that there are no women in front of the congregation during worship and has asked why.  Thankfully, she was appeased with my answer of, "Because God wants it that way." because I wasn't really sure how to expound on it.

At lunch one day this past week she was eating carrots sticks.  A snack she regularly enjoys.   I guess not on this day because she held up a carrot stick and announced, "I'm pretty sure they will eat these in hell."

We've begun singing the doxology as a family before dinner as kind of a family blessing.  Of course we all know that the last line is, "Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost."  This got translated in an odd way in Emory's brain.  One night after her bath she took off down the hallway in just her towel.  On her return flight to the bathroom, she spread her arms out wide, making the towel seem like eagle's wings and announced, "Look Mom, I'm the Holy Goat."