Little Alex has so many names that he goes by. Ug the Caveman visited yesterday. Alex awakened from his nap in a terrible mood. What better way to cure that than stuff a lollipop in his mouth? So, he is sitting on my left knee as the baby is pulling on my right. I pick up the baby and set him on my right knee. The baby is enthralled with what Alex is sucking on. Just to see what would happen, I ask if the baby could have a lick. Alex gives a sweet little, "mm-hmm." He lowers his lollipop, leans forward, opens his mouth and licks the baby's forehead. Sweet little caveman. When Ug is around it's brute force and literal translations!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
My little boy, much to his dismay, has his first girlfriend. It all started 2 weekends ago with music at Twin Springs Park. My friend asked if we'd like to join her, her little boy and her girls at the park. Her husband was going somewhere else and my husband kept our baby. We were having a good time. The kids were dancing and twirling to the Ozark music. The evening darkness started settling in when the oldest of my friend's girls grabbed Tristan and told him to dance with her. She told him how to hold her too, you know, the real dancing positions. Tristan holds her out arms length and asks, "How about this?" So, the next good 15 minutes consisted of hand holding and dancing. Of course, as momma, I'm catching as much as I can with my camera...too cute. Tristan is trying to be good about all of this and taking DEEP breaths. My son is ALL boy and has no time for girls at this stage in his life. But he also treasures his friend, and doesn't want to ruin their friendship, so he's going along for the ride. Hee Hee.
The little girl runs up to her mom and says in a hushed voice, "Momma, I'm actually considering marrying Tristan!" Which is big news, because she apparently bumped someone off the potential list for my son. More hand holding, walking and dancing, and then the little girl returns to add, "I'm calling Tristan my boyfriend now." Her momma suggests she might want to clear that with Tristan first. Well, of course, all perfect first dates must end. But do they end with a kiss???? Tristan goes to tell is friend/girlfriend good-bye. As he is walking away, she runs after him. She turns him around and starts to hug him. Almost as if he can see it coming, he jumps up as she goes in for the kiss. The kiss lands directly on the top of his chest. And he looks at her bewildered and asks in disbelief, "Why did you do that?!?" She was not discouraged, she keeps him in her arms and got her real kiss just moments later. Dazed Tristan walks over to our vehicle and gets inside.
How long will this romance last?
Well, it's still going strong. He got a kiss everyday after Vacation Bible School last week, and even got a kiss at lunch on Friday. This little girl is so precious, but she has big expectations out of her boyfriend. Expectations, Tristan seems a little reluctant to accommodate. Her previous love was a willing participant. Maybe she just wants a dynamic relationship.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
So, much to my dismay, I had to patron the trusty ol' Wal-Mart with my kids in a mood. My oldest was great, but Alex chose to sock his 7 month old brother in the mouth. I needed essentials, I could not postpone my excursion. I used one of those double seater carts and put the baby's cute little cart protector over his seat and plopped him in his seat. All was well. Ya right. Alex is now going by the name Senor Moody Pants. I couldn't believe he punched just to see what the reaction would be. So, the baby starts screaming. I had to take him out of his seat because he kept throwing his head back and hitting it on the metal of the cart. Eventually, I feel as if my left arm is going to fall off. And, so, I send up a little prayer to my awesome Lord and it went like this, "God just send me someone I know and let them offer to help me." I round the corner and am standing at the beginning of the tuna aisle when a voice bellows from the opposite end, "Adelia!" It's one of my mothering friends, and she is waving like she isn't ashamed to be my friend. I respond and add, "I think I'm going to die!" So, sweet woman that she is, asks if I need help. The answer is, of course, yes, but what does my self-reliant mouth say? That's right my response was, "No, that's okay, I only have 2 more items to pick up then we're done." Why didn't I ask her to hold the baby while I checked out? God answered my prayer immediately and I hung up on him. We've all done it, but did mine have to be so in your face!? Here I am swimming, uh, I mean drowning in my self-reliant sea. It's time to take off the Miss-Fix-It belt and accept help in the appropriate moments!! I would just like to say thank you to my friend for listening when the Lord spoke to her. Let me also just put a challenge out to all of us do-it-yourselfers...let's work on accepting help every now and then. I'm sure our world won't truly fall apart, surely not.
To add insult to injury, power yoga was that evening. I was looking forward to stretching out my left arm after carrying my little butterball baby earlier in the day. For some reason it was cancelled. So, my friend who also goes to yoga suggested we go walk. Great idea. Well, we weren't wearing walking shoes, so after slipping around in my shoes I choose to take off mine and walk barefoot. The ball of my left foot started feeling really tender even though I was walking in the grass. To make a long walk story short, the next morning I had the largest blister of my life. Oh, ya, and to prevent it all, maybe I should have just let my friend help me and life that day wouldn't have been so traumatic. Sigh.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
So, last night was power yoga night. And, man, it felt good. I so needed it too. I had completely forgotten my anxiety by the end of the class. Alex is my anxiety, and he is driving me a little mad. I know it's just a stage and this too shall pass, but I wish that it would pass a little quicker. I have a couple of ideas that apparently God didn't think were too great when He was designing us. One being, if we have experienced morning sickness with one pregnancy, we should be to establish an immunity for any additional pregnancies that we might have. Another being my situation right now. If you survive the 2's with one child, you should be able to wear your badge of honor and not have to go through that again with your other kids. Basically, you would have a "get out of jail free" card. I feel as though my little Alex is some sort of wild native, and that if I'm not careful, by the end of the day I will be strung up and hanging over a cauldron of boiling water with him dancing around the pot in victory. And then I get frustrated with myself for forgetting that the Lord strengthens me, and I was created to be Mommy to Alex.
Which kind of leads into my other thought. As I said in the last post, I am in a place. So as I am in my place, my prayers have been limited to praising the Lord and only asking for discernment and wisdom. I have actually been able to see the Lord's hand sweep over my family and move mountains over these past two years. I just want to praise Him for loving me and my family so much. Even when I am impossible to love by others, He counts me as His and loves on me. Our church just had a mission team come back from Peru. Our church is building an orphanage there this year. (Very exciting) The other orphanages are built literally on landfills. Our orphanage will be built into the side of a mountain and made of concrete instead of wood which rots within months there. This team stood before our church completely changed and emotional. As with all mission trips, God's hand was seen over so many situations. My husband asked me why that stuff doesn't happen over here. I think part of it has to do with all the "stuff" in our lives. You know, the coolest cell phone, which will not be the coolest cell phone in a week because a newer, cooler one will be released and you'll spend hours agonizing and pondering how to get that one. Cars, houses, clothes, shoes, movies, TV, oh, don't get me started on how TV tears us from family and the Lord. I watch TV, but you know what I'm talking about. The people who yell at their kids for standing in the view of the TV because they might miss their show. In 50 years, you won't think about what TV shows you missed, but probably you will think about the ones you love and want to spend time with. We are such an upwardly mobile society, and sometimes we forget to be mobile with our family...as in get up and make some memories with your family!! And besides, now all TV shows end up on a DVD set anyway.
Sorry to get off on that, moving on. I want my children to look back and feel like I loved spending time with them. (Even if it is spending time over a boiling cauldron)I want them to say that I love the Lord, and they knew that at the youngest of ages. I want them to see a great marriage between Brett and I. And, ya, somedays are rough, but they will see that we stuck it out and worked things out so that our relationship grows even stronger. So, sometimes it takes a mission team standing before our chuch as changed people to remind me of the changes that need to happen here. What's important to our family, and what am I doing to further God's kingdom here? Just a reminder for me!
Monday, July 2, 2007
Here I am entering the blogging world and a little unsure of what to do next. When I relayed my desire to start blogging to my husband, he asked what my purpose would be. Purpose? I am a mommy who stays home with 3 little balls of energy and occasionally I would like to express my thoughts to someone besides a 5 year old even if that someone is in virtual space. That's okay, right?! Hopefully, this will be a good experience.
I do have to thank Dana's Girls; they came to my boys Birthday party last week and taught my sons to play "House." My newly turned 5 year old, Tristan, has told me his favorite part of house is escaping. However, today brought a different story. My newly turned 2 year old, Alex, asked his older brother to play house. So, we played house today. Alex and Isaac, my 7 month old, were the babies, and Tristan and I were the daddy and mommy. Apparently according to Tristan, the daddy only works on Saturdays. So, I was blessed to have a stay at home daddy today. That would be so fantastic if that applied to my real life. I would love to have Brett home every day! I just hate having him go out 5 days a week into the rat race. On his days off, he is usually just so worn out from the 70+ hour work week that he just put in. I look forward to being financially free. Isn't that the only option?!? Brett and I have a goal of being debt-free. We actually have mentors who coach us toward our goal. The social security website says that most people are dead or broke by the time they are able to retire. Only 2% of the nation's population can actually take care of themselves when retirement comes. The rat race just doesn't work out for most people. And I don't want to be part of the 98%.
I'm sorry for my first post to start out so forlorn, but playing "house" got me thinking. I am in this place. This place where I want to know where we will live forever, will I have more children, a little girl...maybe....I want lots of land for our boys to run all over and explore. I want to make memories and have moments that take our breath away. As I said, this is just a place, it will pass and I'll be content again. The good thing is that I serve an Awesome Lord who gets me through all of my places in life. It'll all work out to be in His plan and to serve for His Glory!
So, there, I've done it. My first post. Not necessarily a good post, but a post none the less.