Like a little child

Have you ever watched a baby or a small child, laughing at their funny faces or funny antics, and then wondered what the world would be like if everyone acted that way all the time? Clay and I do this from time to time. If you ever need a good laugh, it’s a great exercise. For example, if you’ve ever watched a newborn for any period of time, you probably saw him make tons of crazy faces–grimaces, smiles, and everything in between. What makes this even more hilarious is watching my husband mimic the faces that the baby is making. He has always shown incredible talent at this and we are going to contact the folks at America’s Got Talent in the near future.  What if everyone just made faces like that all the time?

But even more fun to think about it is how the world would be if everyone acted the same way toddlers and preschoolers act. Picture it: you need to go to the kitchen to get something, and you’re in the living room. A boring grown-up would simply get up and walk into the kitchen, right? Not Catherine. No sir. She bounces up, spreads her arms, turns on her “motor,” and soars like an airplane. And she doesn’t just go straight into the kitchen, either. No, she does a lap around the “circle” first–through the hallway, kitchen, dining room, back into the living room, back down the hallway, then finally pulls in for a landing in the kitchen, gets what she needed, and goes on her merry way.

Or how about Abigail? Now, let me warn you that there is potty-talk ahead, in case the more delicate readers want to skip this paragraph. Abigail is 5 1/2 now, and she is really starting to figure this world out. For some background info, our downstairs toilet has been known to randomly overflow a time or two, for no apparent reason. Unfortunately, one of these times was when Abigail was in the bathroom, and it severely traumatized her. She got in her head that the reason was because she had put too much toilet paper in, even though this wasn’t the case and we tried and tried to tell her so. Ever since, she will only pinch off the tiniest piece possible to do her business with, and sometimes, quite frankly, a tiny piece is just not enough. Finally, though, she seems to have things figured out. A few weeks ago, she came out of the bathroom and calmly informed me that she now knows how much to use: two squares for pee-pee, four for messy, and five for diarrhea. Then she anxiously asked her dad and me, “Do you think that’s too much?” Now, a grown-up might actually go through that train of thought and even get a toilet-paper-measuring system all worked out in his mind, but do you think they would actually check for someone else’s opinion on the matter? Absolutely (and thankfully) not.  What if they did?  What would you say if a grown-up initiated that conversation with you?

Then there is Elisabeth. Actually, all of my children do this, but none quite so often as Elisabeth. Picture the freedom of suddenly just jumping up and running around and around in a circle, shaking your head and letting whatever noise comes out of your mouth, come out. This could be a squeal, a low hum, or some other crazy noise that can’t be spelled out on a computer screen. This could also go on for endless minutes at a time.  Can you imagine a world where adults felt free to act this way?

What if adults went around asking questions about the world like kids do?  Questions like: “What’s wrong with that man’s leg?” “Why is that lady so fat?” “Why are you grumpy today?” “Are you sad because you don’t have children?” “Did you cry when your baby came out?” “Why did God make ookies?”

Just close your eyes and picture it.  Some of it just wouldn’t work, would it, if adults acted in these ways?  But just between me and you, I secretly wish I had the energy to jump up and soar like an airplane through the house as I go throughout my day.  I guess it wouldn’t be appropriate for us mature adults to do this all the time, but gosh darn it, it would be fun, wouldn’t it?

Published in: on September 29, 2008 at 10:47 pm Leave a Comment

Some more fall pictures

Yes, we’ve been taking pictures of the girls, too, and even the dog. Enjoy some recent shots.

Elisabeth loves to sit in Samuel’s seat. She climbs in, usually looks for a cover of some sort, and says, “Night, night.” Here she was just being silly.

Elliot the dog, doing what he does best.

Chowing down at the Feast of the Hunter’s Moon. Catherine and Elisabeth are gnawing on their sausage-on-a-stick. Elisabeth tore into it just like a wild woman.

This is the typical, “I want to watch Daddy’s truck leave!” scene at our house on the mornings that Daddy leaves after they wake up.

Snaggle-tooth, snaggle-tooth. After hanging on forever because she refused to wiggle it, her first tooth finally fell out!!

Samuel over the past few weeks

Finally, finally, some new pictures.  It’s basically a showcase of his different outfits since he looks pretty much the same in every shot, but I know these grandparents back in Kentucky.  They want pictures, pictures, and more pictures.  We don’t care if they all look the same!!  So here you go, and remember, you’ll get to see him in person soon!!

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Only my children

For some reason my kids are having trouble with doors lately.  Last night we went to the Christian book store just to browse and kill time.  While I was looking, Abigail went to the restroom, locked the door, and then could not figure out how to unlock it.  After asking the employees for help and getting pretty much zero response, and after about 10 minutes of trying to figure out how we were going to get our daughter out of the restroom, she finally managed to turn the lock and get herself out.  No big deal, in the end.  Then today, while I was actually getting some work done upstairs, I heard Elisabeth cry and Abigail holler.  Upon investigation, I discovered that Elisabeth had gone into Daddy’s office and shut the door, at which time the didgeridoo fell over inside the office, blocking the door from opening.  This presented quite the dilemma.  Have you ever tried to explain to a 19 month old how to move a didgeridoo out of the way so that Mommy can open the door and let her out?  Then, I must say, you have never really lived.  She finally actually moved it and we got her out, no big deal in the end.  Now I’m just waiting in fear and trepidation, wondering where and whenCatherine is going to lock herself in.

Only my children.

Published in: on September 24, 2008 at 1:19 pm Comments (1)

New mercies

You know the song at the end of “Annie” with the line, “Yesterday was plain awful!  You can say that again”?  Well, yesterday was plain awful.  You can say that again.  Sunday night was probably the worst night yet since bringing Samuel home from the hospital.  He wakes up to eat every three hours or so, but instead of just eating and going back to sleep, he fusses for a good long time after each feeding.  Most of the time I can get him calmed down while holding him, but he starts up again when I lay him down and we start all over again.  Usually I’m up about an hour for each feeding, but Sunday night, after taking an hour just to lay him down in the first place, it took a grand total of three hours to get him calmed down after his second feeding.  He woke me up at 1:00, and it was 4:00 before I even got him calmed down enough to snuggle up against my chest and sleep.  Which means we slept about 45 minutes before he was ready to eat again.  Which means I slept from 11:00 (after starting the process at 9:45) to 1:00, and from 4:00 to 4:45.  That’s it.  Clay even moved downstairs to try to sleep, something he’s never had to do before with any of our kids.  When the girls woke up, my wonderful hubby changed his plans (he was supposed to leave at 6:30) and stayed long enough to get them breakfast, dress them, and get them ready for the day while I snuck in another hour or so of sleep.

Then we attempted our first day back at homeschool.  This did not go well, either.  Elisabeth is in the process of giving up that beautiful morning nap, so I had to entertain her, keep up with Catherine, and pacify Samuel the whole time I was trying to teach Abigail.  My preplanned tricks did not work, Samuel’s bouncy seat did not work, Catherine’s “school” notebook did not work.  We eventually made it through after all five of us had shed some tears, but only because we completely left out one subject, putting it off until tomorrow.  At this point I wanted to call Clay, but I knew I would not be able to keep my cool, so I waited, practicing the principle “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

Actually, the day shaped up some after that and we had no more catastrophes.  I finally talked to Clay when he called at about 2:00, and after I gave him the bare facts, he heard everything I didn’t say and ended his day early to come home and take the girls to the park so that I could try to catch some more sleep before beginning our evening.  This was a major boost to my day, and I tried to not even worry that him stopping early on Monday would make him have to work on Saturday.  Once we restarted at supper time, we were able to enjoy our evening together as a family, eating leftovers of the yummy food that people from church have made for us and watching movies that Clay and the girls picked up on their way home from the park.  We started our bedtime ordeal a little earlier and Samuel did a little better, which meant that I slept from about 11:00 to 1:30.  It was still 3:00 before I got him calmed down, and then only by letting him sleep with me, something I really hate doing, but then we slept until 6:00.  Even though that is still not a lot of sleep, it was so much more than the night before that I actually felt ready to face the day at that point.

Homeschool was still a little hairy today, just trying to keep Catherine and Elisabeth entertained so that I could give Abigail the focus she needs and deserves, and then having to keep fooling with Samuel who was not a happy camper much of the time.  But we all stayed calm, no one cried but the baby, and we made it through a whole day’s worth this time.

Even though my night was still not great and school was still not great, I feel refreshed.  God truly does send us new mercies every morning.  This whole adjustment to four is taking time, but I knew it would.  Yesterday I was ready to put Samuel on formula and call the neighborhood elementary school and sign Abigail up, but God is glorified in my weaknesses, and in Him I can find my strength.  As I sang Jesus Loves Me to Elisabeth at naptime, I just cried as I sang because of the truth in the words.  I am so weak, but He is strong.  I cannot parent these four small hearts even on full physical and mental strength, much less running on fumes as I am these days.  But God does not ask or expect me to do it in my own strength.  The very thought is ludicrous.  His grace is sufficient for me, and His strength is enough to make me mount up on wings like an eagle, even in the midst of such incredible weakness.  Who knows, His strength is probably even enough to allow me to pick up some clutter and write some thank-you’s–maybe even put away some laundry–on top of the normal diaper changes and tear-drying!

So keep praying for us.  Things are not horrible, although they seem that way at certain times on the clock, but we are still trying to figure this whole thing out.  Pray that I will speak to my kids with patience on my tongue, even when they are doing crazy things like pretending the couch is a vaulting horse, coloring on the walls with blue crayon, trying to climb into Samuel’s swing, or potty-ing in their panties for the third time in one day.  Pray that Samuel will adjust to life outside the womb and calm down and sleep in his basket at night without such a fuss.  Pray that I will preach to myself and keep moving throughout the day getting necessary things done around the house even when I only got three hours of sleep.  Pray that I will not neglect my older kids because of Samuel’s needs.

God is good to us.  He is good to me.  His mercies truly are new every morning, and because of that, I can face the day and do the next thing.

Published in: on September 23, 2008 at 12:07 pm Comments (1)
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