Monday, January 31, 2011
Silly Baby
Aaron is the only baby I know of who can drink a bottle sitting up. I mean he is NOT tipping his bottle...he sits upright with the bottle in his mouth and sucks until so much suction is created that his bottle practically turns inside out...hey, it works! :) He will not take a bottle in the arms of anyone (unless it's nap time) nor will he lie down and drink a bottle (unless it's bedtime). So what do you do when a baby like this gets hungry and there are only so many options as to what kind of food he can eat? You find great joy when a silly baby drinks a bottle in a very silly way. I *heart* him!
Luke is learning.
Luke pumped the gas for me yesterday. Soon I'll never have to get out of my car again at the gas station. Well, maybe not SOON, but one day!
God does such a good job.
As I was giving Aaron his bottle this morning, his little hands caressed mine. His sweet little hands that are so perfect, so smooth, so little, so wonderful. He raised his arm into the air and stretched his hand out...his chubby arms are a tiny model of a grown-up arm, just cuter. Babies are such an incredible witness to His glory...to His wisdom. I could watch babies for hours...feel their soft, precious touch and just adore their sweet little parts...God is so good.
What a blessing!
After a cranky weekend...
Aaron had a shot on Friday. You know, one of those shots that "don't cause any reactions"...uh huh. On Friday night he had a fever and had a hard time sleeping. He was up between 12:30 and 2am fussing, squirming...just uncomfortable. He was fine Saturday, but definitely not himself. He was tired looking, a bit fussy...nothing major, but I could tell that he wasn't feeling his best. Sunday he stayed home from church because he wouldn't nap, and I wasn't having a baby that was going to lose it at church. He hardly napped all day long, pooped a lot...he just wasn't feeling his best. So last night, since I had been at church nearly all day long, I put him to bed. Usually Jeremy does it, but I wanted some mommy/baby time. I gave him a bottle--8oz. He wasn't asleep when I put him in bed. I turned on his aquarium and left. He hasn't been good with going to sleep at night at ALL. He's cried and cried and it's taken a lot of work to get him to sleep, it's rather frustrating. So I was prepared for another battle. He started to fuss, so I made a 4oz bottle and handed it to him in his crib. I didn't hear another peep. I went in around 9:30pm to get the bottle out of his crib so he wouldn't roll on top of it and he was snoozing nicely. I went to bed. I awoke at 2am, he was STILL asleep. I awoke at 3am, he was STILL asleep. At this point I had to check on him...I don't do well when his sleep patterns change, it makes me nervous. I checked on him, he was fine. He did not wake up until 5:30am!!! I think that is the best night he's had--EVER! I gave him his bottle and he went back to sleep without a problem...I ended up sleeping in later than I should have (7:45 and I still didn't WANT to get up) and I was amazed that he was STILL asleep. When I got out of bed, I realized that he was NOT asleep, but my darling Abby had gotten him up and was keeping him entertained for me so I could sleep in. What a blessing. I got so much sleep last night...sadly I'm STILL tired. I think I'm turning into a cat. I could sleep 20 hours a day and still be tired. I usually don't sleep that well, but lately I've been sleeping like a log. I'm just profoundly TIRED. Last night was such a blessing though, such an incredible gift to have such a good nights rest after a difficult weekend. God is SO good.
Aaron had a shot on Friday. You know, one of those shots that "don't cause any reactions"...uh huh. On Friday night he had a fever and had a hard time sleeping. He was up between 12:30 and 2am fussing, squirming...just uncomfortable. He was fine Saturday, but definitely not himself. He was tired looking, a bit fussy...nothing major, but I could tell that he wasn't feeling his best. Sunday he stayed home from church because he wouldn't nap, and I wasn't having a baby that was going to lose it at church. He hardly napped all day long, pooped a lot...he just wasn't feeling his best. So last night, since I had been at church nearly all day long, I put him to bed. Usually Jeremy does it, but I wanted some mommy/baby time. I gave him a bottle--8oz. He wasn't asleep when I put him in bed. I turned on his aquarium and left. He hasn't been good with going to sleep at night at ALL. He's cried and cried and it's taken a lot of work to get him to sleep, it's rather frustrating. So I was prepared for another battle. He started to fuss, so I made a 4oz bottle and handed it to him in his crib. I didn't hear another peep. I went in around 9:30pm to get the bottle out of his crib so he wouldn't roll on top of it and he was snoozing nicely. I went to bed. I awoke at 2am, he was STILL asleep. I awoke at 3am, he was STILL asleep. At this point I had to check on him...I don't do well when his sleep patterns change, it makes me nervous. I checked on him, he was fine. He did not wake up until 5:30am!!! I think that is the best night he's had--EVER! I gave him his bottle and he went back to sleep without a problem...I ended up sleeping in later than I should have (7:45 and I still didn't WANT to get up) and I was amazed that he was STILL asleep. When I got out of bed, I realized that he was NOT asleep, but my darling Abby had gotten him up and was keeping him entertained for me so I could sleep in. What a blessing. I got so much sleep last night...sadly I'm STILL tired. I think I'm turning into a cat. I could sleep 20 hours a day and still be tired. I usually don't sleep that well, but lately I've been sleeping like a log. I'm just profoundly TIRED. Last night was such a blessing though, such an incredible gift to have such a good nights rest after a difficult weekend. God is SO good.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Luke says...
"Mommy, our house is just PERFECT!"
What a wonderful thing to hear, I'm so happy he's a content little guy!
What a wonderful thing to hear, I'm so happy he's a content little guy!
Makeup
Savannah (actually, I think both girls) do not like for me to wear makeup. They say it makes me look weird, even "ugly". WOW! I always feel better about myself when I wear makeup, like I took a little bit of time to take care of myself--for someone who can't wear much more than sweat pants these days due to wardrobe limitations (and a big belly), it's a big deal for me to do SOMETHING for myself.
So today she practically BEGGED me not to wear makeup...I have to say, after a rough night, today was NOT one of the few days I felt good about NOT wearing makeup...I was going to do it for her benefit, she really did not want me to wear it...but when I looked in the mirror, I looked so tired I nearly scared myself. I was going out, I didn't want to scare others. It was bad enough I was in said sweat pants already! So I put on a LIGHT coat of makeup...just a bit of cover up (for the under eye bags), some bronzer (so I didn't look dead), a little mascara (to brighten my eyes) and lipstick (come on, wearing lipstick just feels better...my lips dry out without it). She was so disappointed when I came upstairs with makeup on. She looked at me accusingly and said, "Mommy, if God wanted you to wear makeup, you would have been born with it!"...to which I said, "Savannah, if God wanted you to wear clothes, you would have been born with them...you don't see us running around naked, do you?"
I thought it was a pretty witty response. I did feel guilty though. I told her I needed to "wean" myself off of makeup...and I promised her that I'd try wearing less an less. It's hard to tell your children that they're perfect just the way they are when you don't feel that way about yourself. I remember one day when Savannah was very small, she looked at me and said, "Mommy, why do you have cracks in your eyes?" Referring, of course, to the lovely bloodshot my eyes have taken on ever since she was born (shhhh...don't tell her that). When I look at my children, their eyes are SO clear, so lovely, so sparkly...their faces are bright, rosy and flawless. They are JUST perfect. I know when they look at me they don't see my imperfections, the bags, the wrinkles, the grey hairs...they see their mommy and they love me because I'm me. That's why I adore my children.
So today she practically BEGGED me not to wear makeup...I have to say, after a rough night, today was NOT one of the few days I felt good about NOT wearing makeup...I was going to do it for her benefit, she really did not want me to wear it...but when I looked in the mirror, I looked so tired I nearly scared myself. I was going out, I didn't want to scare others. It was bad enough I was in said sweat pants already! So I put on a LIGHT coat of makeup...just a bit of cover up (for the under eye bags), some bronzer (so I didn't look dead), a little mascara (to brighten my eyes) and lipstick (come on, wearing lipstick just feels better...my lips dry out without it). She was so disappointed when I came upstairs with makeup on. She looked at me accusingly and said, "Mommy, if God wanted you to wear makeup, you would have been born with it!"...to which I said, "Savannah, if God wanted you to wear clothes, you would have been born with them...you don't see us running around naked, do you?"
I thought it was a pretty witty response. I did feel guilty though. I told her I needed to "wean" myself off of makeup...and I promised her that I'd try wearing less an less. It's hard to tell your children that they're perfect just the way they are when you don't feel that way about yourself. I remember one day when Savannah was very small, she looked at me and said, "Mommy, why do you have cracks in your eyes?" Referring, of course, to the lovely bloodshot my eyes have taken on ever since she was born (shhhh...don't tell her that). When I look at my children, their eyes are SO clear, so lovely, so sparkly...their faces are bright, rosy and flawless. They are JUST perfect. I know when they look at me they don't see my imperfections, the bags, the wrinkles, the grey hairs...they see their mommy and they love me because I'm me. That's why I adore my children.
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