What Baby?

Big Girl!

Millie is the end of the line (as far as we know), and as such has the distinct honor of being referred to as “The Baby,” despite the fact that she’s almost 3.5 years old. Each time we call her this, she proclaims pretty loudly that indeed, she’s not a baby, she’s a big girl! And here’s the physical proof:

– No more diapers, not even at night (glory!)
– Can enter and exit an escalator unassisted (this is a big one in our family)
– Gets herself dressed (though her combinations are fairly humorous)
– Brushes her own teeth
– Rides carousel ponies alone (today I had my hand on her back and she said, “I can do this myself, Mommy.”)

Indeed, she’s growing up quickly. They all are.

Reading in Bed


On Romance

The girls are watching Little Women right now and Jo just kissed Frederick at the opera. Chloe made the observation that Jo has now kissed two people: Laurie first, and now Frederick. She then looked at me and said, “She must have a lot of germs, huh?”

Postmodern Dork

When Randi began her Sewing Seeds project, I wanted to participate, but didn’t think I’d have the time. So, in good postmodern fashion, I didn’t commit to the project, but kept it in the back of my mind for Spring Break (which we’re taking right now) along with about 5,000 other things I’ve saved for this very week.

I bought the pattern about two weeks ago and then tonight thought, “What the heck,” and pulled it out. It was no big deal. I snipped, I pinned, I sewed. And then I looked and thought. Hmmm. Something is wrong here. Again in true postmodern fashion, I didn’t follow the rules. I gave the guide sheet a cursory glance. I cut out my pieces. Or did I? I managed to miss the part on the pieces where it said to “cut 2 on the fold” or “cut 3 on the fold” and guess what I did? Cut 1. Yep, I did. And I didn’t notice it until I had the whole thing almost completely done. All that’s left to do is make the waistband casing and insert the elastic. Once I do that, I’ll have a pretty cute, over-sized skirt for Kit, the American Girl doll.

Sigh. So I pulled out another piece of fabric (good thing I have a stash that’s fit to keep me busy in case of a need to escape to a long-term bomb shelter type existence). This time, I *ahem* followed the rules. And I’m almost done with that one now too and it will actually fit a size 8 little girl. So Randi, consider me committed now. I’m putting my postmodern self aside for a few days and saying I will do this and I will follow the directions. And I will get it done. And now, for your laughing pleasure, I present you with my postmodern goof:

Sewing Goof

Happy First Day of Spring!

And She's Off!

I don’t know why I never thought of this before, but I had to wait for Shannon to write about it for me to go, “Duh! So *that’s* what I’ve wanted to do all this time!” You see, I think egg hunts are super fun and the girls all have Easter baskets, but I could never reconcile it in my mind with the reason we observe Easter. Solemn, reflective time on Good Friday, rejoicing at the truth of the resurrection on Sunday, then hunting down colored eggs? How do these things go together again? Nevertheless we’ve done them.

Until this year. Granted, we didn’t go as all out as Shannon did, but we did do the whole egg-dyeing thing last night and then passed out the baskets today and had the big hunt this afternoon. It was super fun and I didn’t feel one bit guilty about it. We explained the change to the girls, who all whole-heartedly embraced the idea as well as our reasons. They enjoyed our celebration of spring and will hopefully be able to have a more reflective Easter.


Spring Breaks

You might have thought I made a mistake up there with the “s” but really, there was more breaking of our wills that happened to us than the taking of a break. But then, I’m not sure why I was that surprised.

We made an attempt at some light-hearted family fun. That should have been our first clue. Then something happened to Craig’s left foot (Daniel Day Lewis, anyone?) which delayed our departure by a few hours, not to mention necessitated his use of crutches and prescription narcotics. He still went with us, I mean, we still all went (???) and though he couldn’t participate fully on the first evening (it was an indoor water park) the rest of us managed to have some fun.
By the next day, though, he was completely fine and we had a fairly enjoyable day.

Until 1:30 a.m. This was when Katie woke us up with the sound of explosive vomiting. The only fortunate thing about this was that she was sleeping on an extra hotel blanket on the floor and the mess was fairly contained within the blanket area and not on another sister. But this episode was stuck on repeat for every 45-60 minutes for the rest of the night.

Somewhere in the midst of this, though, we also noticed that Chlow was now running a high fever. It was a long night.

Instead of playing in the water park some more this morning, we just packed up immediately and left for home, which was interesting because Katie was still in the process of vomiting and now Chloe was also joining in the fun. So we cleaned up a significant amount of this all the way home.

Now we’re here doing what we love most anyway and that’s veg in front of favorite movies on a beautiful spring day and wonder why we left in the first place.

Giving Them More to Talk About With Their Counselors

The girls hate it when Craig leaves the house. Whether he leaves for the seminary, for his teaching job, or for a staff meeting at the church, they just can’t stand it. They usually gang up on him with one girl wrapped around each leg and two girls at each door barring his exit. Today they were in the process of doing just this, only they were concentrating on the back door. Craig told them he was going to go down to the basement to check on something and that he’d come back and fight through their fortress. They were ready.

But when he went downstairs, he sneaked out the basement door and cheerfully waved good-bye to them from the outside of the house. You’d have thought we’d burned all their stuffed animal friends, the wailing that ensued. And the trouble they took to lock the back door extra well was now their barrier keeping them from quickly getting outside to say good-bye to him before he drove away.

They started sobbing.

So I had to then break through their barricade to get outside to stop him from leaving before he pulled out of the driveway. I gave him a look that said he’d better get back in here because I wasn’t about to deal with the havoc of this for the rest of the day all by myself.

He did. He came back in and pulled the two sobbing girls into his lap and tried to explain the concept of a joke. They can dish it well enough, but they have a lot of trouble taking it. Hmm, you can save your commentary on that for another day.

Anyway, the conflict resolved, the girls stopped sobbing, and Craig left for his appointment the normal way – through the front door. But I have a feeling this will be one of those incidents that gets brought up in an office for $75/hour sometime later. Guess we want them to get their money’s worth.

Confidence Booster

My youngest has been a bit under the weather the past few days, running a low temperature and being more tired than usual. So I stayed home with her this morning while Craig took the other three to church. It was a jammie day for us, as I didn’t get dressed up to stay home with my 3-year-old. So I pretty much looked like I just woke up all morning long. Despite this, she followed me all over the house saying, “Mommy, you are so beautiful.” She did this about twenty times. And I loved it every time.

Out of Sorts

I’ve been sad about baby Amelia all day long.
Can’t stay organized.
Too much laundry to do.
Behind in my seminary work again.
Toothpaste smeared all over the sink.
Can’t keep my desk clear to save my life.
Sad for baby Amelia all day.
Sweep it all up and five minutes later, who can tell?
Easily frustrated by simple questions.
Not loving Jesus very much.
Not acting loving toward anybody.
Four people over for dinner tomorrow night.
Don’t feel like cooking.
Sad for baby Amelia all day.
Made a rhubarb pie tonight.
Ran out of rhubarb.
Substituted apples for the missing rhubarb making it a rhubarb and apple pie.
Will probably stink.
Girls wanted to sew tonight.
They’ve been clamouring to do seriously intensive crafty stuff all day.
Didn’t want them to.
Finally gave in.
They stayed up later than usual.
And still begged to stay up even later.
Sad for baby Amelia all day.
Youngest is a clothes horse.
Tried on ten different outfits tonight and left their carcasses in a heap on the basement floor.
Found it while rounding up everyone for bedtime.
Didn’t think it was cute.
Sighed louder than I needed to.
Sad for baby Amelia all day.
Whoever wrote “Don’t Worry Be Happy” was stupid.

Immediate Prayer Needed Please

There is a new baby in our church, Amelia. I just received an email about her that says this:

Amelia went into the ER with a blood count of over 100,000—possible diagnosis of leukemia. Amelia is having an exchange transfusion tonight and will start chemo in the morning.

Please pray for healing and for protection for her in all the procedures and tests she faces.

My heart is breaking for Steve and Jen as they go through this process with their precious little baby. Please pray for them as they cling to God during this time and pray for sweet little Amelia that a miraculous healing would occur. Please.

What Grown-Ups Do for Fun

Tonight the girls were in the Friday night Parent’s Night Out the seminary provides on a monthly basis. We had a restaurant.com dining certificate to The Delmar and afterwards tried to pay a surprise visit to one of the pastors of our church because he lives pretty close to the restaurant where we were.

After figuring out that he wasn’t home so we couldn’t drop in on him unexpectedly (which we had expected because it was, after all, a Friday night and he is, after all, a single guy and he does, after all, live in a thriving city, so chances are good he’s going to be out…), we figured out how to get in the building anyway. We walked around admiring the architecture and the art and then rode the elevator up to his floor just for fun. Then we rode it back down again. Then we looked at each other and said, “What the heck.” Craig pushed “17″ and we rode it all the way to the top. Just because we could.

Could be that we wanted to walk around the top deck and see the city lights at night. Or it could be that we wanted to be the ones to push the elevator buttons without hearing an argument ensue. Who knows? Anyway, it was fun.