Friday, January 3, 2014

7 months

Miss Rosie Girl is 7 months . . . And oh what a honey.  She's full of smiles and giggles.  And don't let that sweet face fool you.  You wouldn't believe to volume of shrieking and babbling!  Who would have guessed she'd be the loudest child in our house at times.  Usually happy chatter, but she'll also let you know if things aren't going her way.

Since my last post she has learned to:
roll over in every direction
scoot across the floor
get up on all 4s (she'll be crawling soon!)
sit up independently
put just about anything within arm's reach in her mouth
squeal
chatter (her favorite "dadadadadada")

She has also had her first:
Halloween
Thanksgiving
Ride in the sled
Christmas tree
Trip to see Santa
Christmas Eve on the farm
Candlelight service
Christmas Day in Ray
New Years

And her first bites of:
whipped cream
ice cream
rice cereal
peas
green beans
carrots
(And whatever daddy, grandmas, and aunties have slipped past me!)

She's a pure delight.  I can't hold her or kiss her or squeeze her or look at her enough.  Her dimples melt my heart.  Her smile makes my heart sing.  The twinkle in her eyes light up the room.  She completes our family in such a delightful way.  What a blessing! 

October

October

Halloween

November (yes, we put the tree up early)


Christmas Eve with my girls. 

1st trip to see Santa


4


In a few short days, my Pinky Pie will be 4!  I can still remember waiting for her arrival 4 years ago.  We were so excited we could hardly stand ourselves.  We spent much of the holidays that year close to home thinking any minute she would be here.  And when she finally arrived, we met the most beautiful little girl we had ever seen in our whole lives. 

Today, that little bundle of cuteness is a firecracker.  Here’s what we know and love about our girl:

·         She loves to share food.  We think she gets it from her Great-Grandma J.  She is pretty persistent when she thinks you should try something.

·         She loves to sing.  If she isn’t talking (which is rare), she is usually singing.  Sometimes a new tune she has learned, but often a little jingle she is making up as she goes.  Often a narration of what is happening in our house or what she sees out the car window. 

·         Everyone she meets is her friend.  Truly.  She has a knack for remembering names and people and calls every new person she meets her friend.  And she means it. 

·         She is kind and compassionate.  You can almost see the hurt in her eyes when she sees someone else hurting.  She is quick to respond to someone in distress. 

·         The things that come out of her mouth are completely entertaining, for the most part.  Her daddy’s favorite story to tell on her these days goes something like this:

                Mom:  “Stop picking your nose!”

                Pinky:  “Did you see me picking my nose?”

                Mom:  “Yes, I did.”

                Pinky:  “Did you see me eating my boogers?”

                Mom:  “No.”

                Pinky:  “Then you should have been looking!”

·         She loves stuffed animals, cozy blankets, Mickey Mouse and the Clubhouse “crew”, sweatpants and t-shirts, shredded cheddar cheese, cheese quesadillas, chocolate, music, and dancing. 

·         She loves animals, all animals.  And bugs.  And dirt.  And rocks. 

·         This year she has learned to recognize and name numbers to 10, and most of her upper and lower-case letters.  She can write her name independently and loves writing other words with the least amount of help possible.

Some events we will remember from this year:

·         She got to visit the coast for the first time and dipped her toes in the Gulf of Mexico.

·         She was a flower girl in 2 weddings.

·         She started preschool and Sunday school.

·         She took swimming lessons.

·         She stayed a couple of nights at the farm without mom or dad.

·         She got a flu shot and DIDN’T cry.

·         She had pneumonia for the first time.  (And hopefully the last time!) 

·         She became a big sister!

 

I wouldn’t say age 3 is my favorite age . . . let’s be honest.  She spent lots of time in the corner for disobeying, breaking rules, or being sassy.  She’s had many mouth-fulls of vinegar for being sassy, being disrespectful, or telling lies (which she is incredibly good at by the way).  We’ve had to leave the park and play dates due to potty accidents.  And the number of tantrums we have witnessed this year would be impossible to count.  And then she reminds me that “Jesus loves her even when she is being naughty.” 

Yes, sweet girl, He does, and so do I.

We look forward to the adventures that age 4 has in store. 

Happy Early Birthday, Pinky Pie!  I love you more than cupcakes!  And Ice cream!  And Minnie Mouse.  You light up my world! 

 
3rd birthday party

Our little sunshine
 
 
Big girl in her flower girl debut!!!


Her cute new haircut and her 1 of her new friends from Christmas.
 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

She's Everywhere

She's at the store.
She's on the Christmas tree.
She's in my daughter's closet.
She's on our walls.
She's on our book shelf.
She's in our wine cellar.
She's in my cookbook.
She's in the menu.
She's in our albums.
She's on the radio.
She's in the backyard.
 
 
She's everywhere . . . but here.



Delivering Christmas

Today is the first day of Advent.  The day we "officially" start preparing our hearts for Christmas.  Today, I officially start preparing my heart for TWO Christmases! 

It never quite occurred to me when I booked my flight to Ethiopia that I would be in Ethiopia on Christmas.  However, thanks to a calendar used in this remote corner of the world, I will be celebrating Christmas in the U.S. and then in Ethiopia 2 weeks later.  What an incredibly amazing blessing!

In preparation for our trip, we are starting to gather a variety of items to help us meet some of the needs of the people we will be visiting.  Below are some of the items on our list. 

No Ordinary Love Ministries:  Clothes and shoes for ages 5-16, in addition to adult petite clothes

Kebebe Tsehai Orphanage: Clothes for infants to 8 year olds, diapers, wipes, diaper cream

Street Shelter Boys:  Clothes for 12 boys -  (Size 10 to Adult S)

Covenant Sponsored Orphan Homes: Towels, clothes for 25 boys and girls (toddler to 10-year old)
   
Small Christmas gifts for 100 sponsored children:  Such as stuffed animals, deflated balls, coloring books, crayons (toddler to 14-years old)
Additional needs:
  • New underpants and socks of various sizes.
  • Money to use to help folks as they cross our paths during our trip.
  • Prayers to help guide our giving.
 
For anyone interested in helping us deliver a little Christmas to Africa, please let me know.  For those of you who have already done so, I thank you and look forward to being your Christmas messenger!
 
 
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” 
Luke 2:14
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The calm after the storm

As a kid, storms were scary.  As I got a little older, fear subsided and I started to see some wonder and amazement in them.  I used to love going out with my dad after a good storm to "assess the damage" around our farm.

Today feels like the calm after the storm, only the storm caught us all off guard and the damage is internal.  My heart is broken and no amount of duct tape or super glue can fix it.  The quiet at the farm today has felt peaceful at times and other times overwhelmingly lonely.  The phone has stopped ringing.  Most of our friends and family have gone back to their homes.  Even facebook is quiet. 

The storm started a week ago, almost exactly.  We waited for the phone to ring again, this couldn't be true.  How?  When?  WHY?  Waiting for more information, but not wanting to hear it, as it confirmed one of the saddest moments of my life.

She was 35.  She was Healthy!  She was Happy!  She was FULL of life and had so many new passions she was pursuing. 

And now, she is gone. 

And I miss her already.

And I can't imagine my life without her.

What about our plans?

Dinner this week?

Christmas baking?

Running the marathon?

The "week of cake"?

All of it, is it really over?

And how do I deal with the outward calm, when inside, the storm is still raging?  My heart is still breaking. 

I want to pick up the phone and hear her say "Hey, Lady".  I want to get a text with a recipe or a picture of something she thinks I should make.  I want to hear her laughter, see the twinkle in her eyes, just one more time. 

We all do.

That's why yesterday, at 1:00, the church in my hometown was as full as it had ever been.  Standing room only upstairs and down.  The clinic where she worked CLOSED for the entire day so her coworkers could pay their respects.  Her friends drove and flew in from all over the country. 

We proceeded to the cemetery outside of town, the sun warming the beautiful wood that held our beautiful friend.  And as the service was finishing, dirt from the farm forming a cross on that sun-warmed wood, a flock of geese flew over.  The sun reflected on their down, so they sparkled almost like glitter.  Some saw a "K" others saw an angel in their glittery lack of formation.  Her beautiful niece, snuggling in my arms saw Tinkerbell. 

And then they were gone.  And the people left soon after.  And there we were, just a small group, hugging and crying and not wanting to walk away, because if we did it would be over, forever.  And how could that be?

Maybe the storm is over?  Maybe it will come and go?  All I know is I am sad, sadder than I have possibly ever been.  And I can't believe she is gone. 

My 6th Birthday ~ We celebrated them all together!

Her 30th Pirate-Themed Birthday Party
 
Just an ordinary night. 

Our last visit.  What a happy memory!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

4 months

Well, another month (or more) has gone by.  Rosie has been busy growing and changing every day.  As I type she is laying on the floor kicking and squealing.  She is such a happy little girl.  When I catch her eye, her face lights up.  Her Auntie says she smiles with her eyes first and the smile moves down her face.  It's true.  She has the biggest smile, the best dimples, and her little giggle just melts my heart over and over again!

She has started playing with toys in her car seat and floor gym more.  She likes to "stand" when you are holding her.  She likes to snuggle with little blankets and bears.  She loves it when you sing to her and when you make silly noises.  It's funny how an adult will do the silliest things trying to get a baby to smile or giggle.  And when she's sad, she still loves her nuk. 

September Adventures Included:
Labor Day at the farm
Lots of play dates
Visits from Grandmas and Grandpas
Her first "week of cake"
Walking her first 5K
And her baptism

Baptism Day

Labor Day Weekend

Miles for Max

Snuggles with Grandma M

Born 5 days apart, just like their mommies!

More snuggles

Our 9th Anniversary

Tummy time

How much is a giraffe?

She didn't get it from me, but Pinky is an absolute animal lover.  Her favorite animal is probably a dog.  Although recently she has decided it would be fun to have a pet giraffe.  Poor girl is just about as likely to get a pet giraffe as a puppy. 

So, yesterday, Pinky, Rosie and I were on an orchard adventure with my sister and her kids on an absolutely perfect fall afternoon.  We were having a wonderful time climbing trees, admiring all of the fall leaves, swinging in a tree swing and riding in the wagon.  We'd taken hundreds of pictures (not exaggerating) of our afternoon and we were headed to the cars when I hear my sweet little Pinky say,

"Hey Mom, wanna see my pet mouse?"

My instant fear was soon confirmed.  My little one had found a dead mouse on our path, picked it up, and was petting it gently.  I had all I could do to keep from SCREAMING in disgust.  GROSS!!!!  (I can still see it's little tail dangling from her sweet little hands.)

Fortunately, Auntie, who is much more of an animal lover than me, came to both of our rescue.  She gently walked up to Pinky, asked her to put the mouse down, and started talking to her about why it wasn't a good idea to pick up dead animals and why she couldn't keep it. 

(Meanwhile, I am rummaging through the diaper bag looking for wipes and hand sanitizer.)

Pinky responded with tears and lots of them.

"Why can't I keep it?"
"What if it's mommy misses him?"
"I want to take care of him."
"Please!"

Lots of wipes and hand sanitizer later, she was settled in the car, calmly eating a snack, but still talking about the mouse. She decided she didn't want a dead mouse for a pet, but could she please have one that moves

"But you do have a pet, honey, you have Goldfish."

She looked at her snack of crackers, and for the moment was satisfied with the response. 

Of course she woke up today still talking about the mouse.  I wonder how much it costs to buy a giraffe? 

Pinky and Lucy at the farm.