Archive for December, 2006
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
Amanda at Following an Unknown Path suggested we share a picture from each month of 2006 to sum up our year. I may have broken the rules a bit, as I posted a few pictures for some months…but only one event each month! Check out her site to see her year in review as well as links to others!
January was the first time I went to the beach after Hurricane Katrina. Although it was six months after the storm there was still tons of damage. I must admit that although I had thought I was used to all the storm stuff this experience was a bit emotional.
My first Valentine’s Day with Josh. He gave me these lovely roses!
March 29, 2006, was my 27th birthday!
Getting ready for Easter by dying tons of Easter eggs…
One of my lovely Mother’s Day flowers that I managed to kill. FYI…I do not have a green thumb. But it was pretty for awhile. Poor flowers.
Josh and I travel to Missouri to pick up his kids. We stopped and checked out the arch in St. Louis on the way home. This picture is from the park there.
Independence Day…..swimming, watermelon, and fireworks!!
Back to school….
Landon goes to his first concert – Jars of Clay. They rocked.
Soccer, soccer, and more soccer. Here is Shiloh with her game face on. Doesn’t she look intimidating?
Welcome Baby Rebekah!! We are so glad you joined us!!
Merry Christmas to a house full of kids…
What is really funny is that Rebekah first started smiling while she was in the hospital at 7 weeks. Whenever she would get breathing treatments she grinned as big as you please. Do you think she was getting high? We’ve wondered….
Anyway, she is smiling quite a bit now. It’s so much fun!!
Aren’t they the cutest? This picture was taken before church on Christmas Eve morning.
Things have been in crazy mode around here! First, with Christmas…at two different families homes. Then we hit our December birthdays. Shiloh’s birthday is on the 27th and my brother’s is on the 28th. We had a birthday party for Shiloh last night…and, whew! I’ve hardly had a chance to come up for air!
For Christmas I received several nice gifts. They included beautiful diamond earrings, a candle, bubble bath and stuff, a polka dotted bag (polka dots totally rock!), the books Fourth Dawn and Fifth Seal by Broc and Bodie Thoene, a lovely teacup, and movie theater passes.
The kids got lots of great gifts that included some games we’ve already enjoyed playing (Clue and Disney Scene It). I hadn’t played Clue since I was about ten years old. It was fun playing again! There’s also been a bit of football throwing, basketball shooting, gun-fights, and playing with dragons going on around here!
Shiloh’s birthday was a blast. We had most of both our families over, as well as our neighbors. I made a cake with a dragon on it. I’ll maybe post pictures later…it was kinda cute if not professional! We served hot dogs and chips and just enjoyed hanging out together!!
My step-kids are here too, so we have five kids in the house. The energy level has been through the roof, but it’s been fun!
Hope your Christmas was lovely as well and I wish you a Happy New Year!!
she entered my life…and nothing has ever been the same again!
Where has the time gone? Can that baby I held really be nine?
She entered my life as a 7 lb. 11 oz. Gerber baby. Big eyes, chubby cheeks, and a beautiful complexion.
I must admit, in the beginning she was a difficult child. She gave me my first problems at her first feeding. She didn’t know how to suck. I thought all babies were born knowing this instinctively. But Shiloh had to be taught. She came into the world chock full of personality and opinions. She began cutting teeth at three weeks old. She was colicky. She didn’t sleep all night until she was three years old.
I think this girl has had about five naps in her life!! (Okay, I’m exaggerating, but she didn’t have as many as most babies/toddlers that’s for sure!)
Although Shiloh wasn’t an easy baby, she wasn’t an especially fussy baby either (except at night). She required attention, but would smile, laugh, babble and coo with the best of them. She was absolutely beautiful with large chocolate (as she called them) eyes, and the cutest dimpled chin. She was walking at 9 months old, speaking in sentences at one. She was requiring every ounce of patience at bedtime. She was blowing my mind.
By the time she was two years old, she was “reading” (memorizing and repeating) her favorite books like Brown Bear, Brown Bear, Goodnight Moon, Runaway Bunny, and Guess How Much I Love You. She also took the word “No!” as her own personal motto. And even more patience was required at bedtime.
At three years old, she became a big sister. I remember telling my mother that Shiloh didn’t seem like big sister material. She seemed too “only childish”. My mom laughed. She said she would become that big sister personality. She knew what she was talking about! When Shiloh woke up the first morning Landon was home she came to the bottom of the stairs and yelled loudly, “Mommy! Where’s my baby at?” She’s hauled Landon around in wagons, pushed him in swings, and bossed him around from the very beginning.
Her thirst for knowledge has always amazed me. I’ve always liked learning, but Shiloh has a driving desire to know everything. I alway found myself in the most interesting discussions after following her rabbit-trail of questions. How is it that I was discussing slavery in the Sudan or the fact that some religious groups didn’t think women should be educated with a four year old?
One day, when Shiloh was about 3 1/2, we were driving around and I heard this loud, aggravated “Arrrrgh!” from the backseat.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“I’m so frustrated!!” she exclaims. She actually used the word frustrated.
“What are you frustrated about?” I asked her, slightly amused.
“There are so many things I wanna know…and I want to know them now!” she exclaimed. I had to pull over on the side of the road until I stopped laughing. She has always been like that….wanting to know it all. Reading, asking questions,looking for the answers.
I must admit, that when Shiloh started school, she wasn’t the most well behaved student. In kindergarten she had it out with her teacher for saying that dinosaurs had been around for millions of years (the funny thing about this was that Shiloh could argue her point and the teacher couldn’t. I guess kindergarten teachers aren’t used to debating creation science). She couldn’t walk in a line worth beans…and had a hard time believing she wasn’t the expert on her pet topics (animals mostly). She also wasn’t a fan of worksheets (not that I blame her) and had rather read a book, write her own story or draw instead of doing something she doesn’t see a reason for. Although she’s artistic, she hates color sheets. They restrict her creativity!!
It’s funny though. She’s suddenly turned into a more responsible kid, it seems, overnight. I first noticed it this past summer. I realized that things were easier, not harder, when Shiloh was around. She was helping out around the house, entertaining her brother (and step-siblings when they were around), and needed little supervision herself.
Now, she has another sibling. Her sister was born almost two months ago and Shiloh fell in love at the first sight of her. I remember when Shiloh was born and my brother and sister wanted to hold her and feed her all the time. It lasted about one week, then they grew tired of it. Shiloh hasn’t done that.
She will sit and hold her sister for an hour. She’ll chat with her until she falls asleep and then she’ll snuggle her in her arms a bit longer. She tries so hard to be helpful…even when she’s a little too helpful. She has taken it upon herself to change a few diapers that didn’t need changing…and she sometimes picks her sister up when she’s asleep and I’d rather she didn’t. But overall, she’s been a tremendous help and is terribly sweet about Rebekah.
I was explaining to Shiloh how some brothers and sisters became jealous when there was a new baby in the house. Shiloh was shocked and couldn’t understand how this could happen. I explained that new babies required a lot of attention and sometimes the older kids felt like their parents didn’t have as much time for them as they used to. Shiloh replied,”I know you have to spend a lot of time with Rebekah…but Momma, I love her! I couldn’t be jealous because of that!”
She is an excellent artist and spends lots of her time drawing or creating creatures out of pom poms, pipe cleaners, feathers and the like. She’s far from neat and organized. She likes a “creative mess”. She has a wonderful vocabulary and loves finding out the meanings of new words. She reads constantly. She swims like a fish. She likes to sing, but can’t carry a tune in a bucket. She’s clumsy…but bighearted. She wasn’t a snuggly baby but has grown into a very affectionate child. She can make straight A’s one day and daydream through school the next.
She can frustrate me to no end and turn right around and make me so proud I could cry.
This song wasn’t written for a daughter, but parts of it make me think of mine…
She may be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is She
Happy Ninth Birthday Shiloh!! You are one special girl!
But it wouldn’t show up right. So I’ll put it here….
Ah rats. I cannot figure out the frowny face.
No meeting with Blest!! Ah the disappointment!! It’s sad…..so much that I had to console myself by taking myself (and the kids) off to the movies to see Charlotte’s Web.
Her family had car troubles. And they are about halfway to their destination. So remember their family in your prayers as that has to be frustrating!!
It seems we aren’t meant to meet. Which is sad. Okay…I’m gonna go pout some more now. Just wanted to post why I didn’t have pictures or other cool details to share.
…and I just can’t hide it!
In just a few hours I’ll be embarking on an epic adventure. I’ll load up my three kids and a basket of dinosaurs and drive approximately three hours north. It will be my infant daughter’s first long trip!!
My two oldest will likely talk my ears off and even pick an argument with each other. I will have to mediate (death threats work). Then they will probably play their usual car game….”Who Am I?” Each child will take turns naming characteristics of a particular animal and the other has to guess which animal is being described. This will likely lead to another argument.
This time it will be a “Do I need to pull this car over?” And one wise child will suggest Mom’s favorite game….Quiet Mouth. I’d give you instructions on how to play but I don’t want to insult your intelligence. I think you might be able to figure this one out!!
At this time, I’m sure the baby will wake up from her nap and have to eat. Of course, it will probably be timed so that I’m in the absolute middle of nowhere and will have to pull over and nurse on the side of the road. Then the older kids will become stir crazy. Well, the oldest will likely have her nose in a book by this time…but the youngest will not. He will probably be poking his sister on the arm, saying, “I’m not touching you. I’m not touching you.”
I will buckle the baby back up and start down the road. Then it will be time for a soiled diaper. One that cannot be ignored.
Hopefully, I will be able to convince the oldest child to read aloud to the middle child while I once again pull over in the middle of nowhere to change a diaper. Most likely the diaper will have to be bagged up and left in the car since there will be no available garbage cans.
Then we will set off once again. And the middle child will have an emergency. An “I can’t hold it for one more second! Please hurry Momma!!” emergency. And, since he is a shameless little boy, and I’m a shameless mother, and we are still in the middle of nowhere, I pull over and let him “go” on the other side of the road facing the trees. He will climb back in the car excited over the fact that he almost hit the pine cone ten feet away and expect his sister and I to offer our congratulations.
Probably as we start driving into civilization again, the oldest will be reminded she’s starving upon seeing the first McDonald’s. I will have to remind the kids that we have a lunch appointment…but then I will likely realize it has been hours since they had breakfast and we aren’t having lunch until after one. I’ll probably compromise and stop at a gas station and get them a snack. Hopefully, I’ll remember to go ahead and fill up…thus saving another stop up the road.
threatening lovingly encouraging my son to quickly make up his mind and not take all day making a selection and if he doesn’t hurry he’s not going to get anything…and arguing with kindly reminding my oldest that we won’t be stopping for a bathroom break for awhile and that even though she doesn’t have to go now it would really save us time if she would try…we set off once again for our destination.
We will likely reach our destination early because I will leave early so that any delays mentioned above do not make us late for our rendezvous…so then I will have to entertain the kids until that time. The oldest is going to want to hold the baby but I will likely discourage it since she will be sleeping soundly. My son will want to run around the parking lot, especially if there is a Hummer driving 100 miles per hour through the parking lot. (He has a thing for almost running out in front of cars…it’s a wonder he’s survived this long!!)
As time for our “appointment” nears the baby will get fussy and need to nurse. I’ll likely begin to worry that she will not be finished in time. She’ll begin her new habit of nurse a bit, gaze adoringly at mom, nurse a bit, gaze adoringly at mom, which is quite precious when you are not in a hurry.
At which time, with any luck, it will be time for what I am so excited about. What I drove three and a half hours in a car full of kids…one still a newborn to see.
I’m gonna get to meet my blogging buddy,Blest With Sons! For the very first time!!
And I’m so excited!
(Expect details later! )
Woohoo! Rebekah slept from 10:30 last night to 5:20 this morning.
This is good.
Now, what do you think the chances of are her repeating this amazing feat? I don’t think I’ll be holding my breath….
What a lovely scene, don’t you think? That Baby Jesus…well, she belongs to me. It’s Rebekah in her very first performance. And she wanted to make sure everyone knew she was there. So she wailed at the top of her lungs through her entire scene.
That Joseph…he belongs to me as well. It’s Josh. He had a solo and duet with the girl who played Mary. It was a beautiful song called “My Child”. I think he did a rather excellent job myself. Did you know his beautiful voice is what I first noticed about Josh?
We had a really nice Christmas cantata this year. Even if Baby Jesus was a bit on the loud side!
I’m home again. Did you noticed I’d been gone? Prolly not!
On Wednesday, right before I brought my baby to the doctor, I posted about the illness that has been taking place under our roof. I thought we were on the mend….and that this doctors visit was completely precautionary.
Shows what I know.
Rebekah was admitted into the hospital with Bronchiolitis and Respritory Distress. She was to be tested for the flu and RSV, get chest x-rays, and have blood work done.
Fortunately, Rebekah is really just fine. The hospital stay was more precautionary and to make sure her breathing didn’t get any worse. (It actually improved continually the entire hospital stay.) She was supposed to be put on an iv for nourishment but they had a difficult (okay, an impossible) time finding a vein. Fortunately she nursed exceedingly well throughout the entire ordeal. So not getting the iv was not a problem. I just have to not let myself think about all the little sticks in her wee body.
We were almost released to come home last night but the doctor wanted to observe Rebekah for one more night. She did wonderfully….and impressed the doctors and nurses with her wonderful behavior. She smiled through all her breathing treatments, was an angel for her x-rays, and rarely fussed the entire time we were there.
But home we are. At last.
And, with a healthy baby!