I want so stinking badly to blog more often. Somehow it escapes me night after night. Before I know it the date of my last post was weeks ago and the picture that stares back is becoming increasingly irritating, like the skipping DVD player that wasn't so bad at first but gradually grew to a point where you wanted to pull the DVD player from the wall, cord and all, and smash it to smithereens against the floor. Of course I've never felt that way, I can just imagine that some people have.Tonight it was Continuing Education that almost stole every minute away. Tomorrow it will be more of the same, along with some bills to pay. The next night? Laundry. Or dishes. Or perhaps laying in my husband's arms for a stolen few moments to chat.Yet then I see this picture. I see them. This is truly what God has called me to: to love them during the day, not me. To see them and be with them - in the moment with them. Not working on another chore, not at my computer, not reading my books, NOT focused on ME. I am thankful, I am blessed beyond measure, I desire to be full of His love. Because He chose to love me, I choose to love them. And if that means blog posts are rare, I can live with that.
The sounds of 3 children, happily playing behind a closed door, are too much for this sweet one to bear. I can't wait for the day he won't choke to his death on Polly Pocket's shoe given the opportunity. Until then, dear boy, pat-a-cake with Mommy will just have to be good enough.
He reminds me oddly of his sister as a baby when he plays out this dramatic scene. The only difference is she had a girl's attention span and could perform for much longer. Seth, on the other hand, has all the focus of... "SQUIRREL!" ...a boy.
Occasionally these days you can find me blogging over at http://soulsistersinhim.blogspot.com. Along with a couple phenomenal women of God. I was there today.
The Soul Sisters, that's what we are. An epiphany placed by God in the mind of a dear sister, who took a leap of faith and started one small accountability group of 10 women. Which has now become 3 groups totaling 27. We are praying for 100 more. Yet God can do even more than that, my friends. Anyone else feel like dreaming big?
... while I become one of those mothers who shamelessly pushes pictures of her children into your hands while you're holding five papers bags of groceries in one arm and a toddler, diaper bag, and cell phone in the other.
6 months. 20 pounds. Probably 50 rolls on this sweet little bod. 2 chins. 3 necks. 2 deep dimples. Tons of giggles when tickled. Very loud, just like his brother. Blue eyes. Fiery red hair. Temper to match. Otherwise gloriously happy. And his momma is in love yet again.
I have a very real fear for the life of my blog. It has been two weeks since my last post and I'm resorting to throwing on a bunch of pictures because I can't find the time for regular posting. Nevertheless, here is our month in pictures. So far.
Sweet boy turns four months on Wednesday:
Why I didn't listen to my gut instinct and wrap up a bunch of bottles for Christmas is beyond me:
He loves waffles. He loves digging the butter out of the little holes even more.
Having children gives a whole new definition to the term "slave labor."
Q: How does a 2-mth-old baby play?
Dear other mother at Sophie's preschool who always looks immaculate and trendy, as if fresh from the runway, at 9:15 a.m:
Let me begin by saying I'm sorry that I am wearing the same pair of grey fleece sweat pants yet again. And yes, this is the same hat I've worn every Tuesday and Thursday morning for the last two months. Oh wait, there was one day that I wore my black hat instead.
I am sure that if I were to ask, you would tell me that you also have five other children at home, ages five and under, and you had no issues with getting them all ready this morning in order to drop off your 3-yr-old at preschool. And yes, I am aware that your child just so happens be wearing a cute little polka-dot backpack instead of a character backpack.
I also have no doubt that during our conversation you would tell me that your house is spotless, including waxed tile and Windexed windows. Your laundry is done, folded, and actually put away in drawers. Your yard is mowed and the flowers in your flower bed are alive.
I cannot think of much I would say in response to this, so I will conclude by saying just one thing: today I wanted to hold my baby while he slept. So I did.
Sincerely,
Kelly
Seth is now sporting some fashionable steel-gray hearing aids. After choosing the color, I was informed that this is the color all the teenagers are choosing right now. Perfect! I would fit right in if I were ever deranged enough to want to relive those pimple-and-hormone infested years (am I still talking about high school, or did we switch back to pregnancy?).
Our third set of Tyson hearing aids will arrive in the next couple weeks.
My brother, Jeremy, was home this week from Virginia (for those of you who don't remember, he's stationed there for the Marines).
My mother-in-law was the first to tell me that she thought Seth looked like Jeremy. I didn't really see it until I took this picture. I actually think he does look like my brother the more I look at him. Not to mention that my brother is just over 6 feet tall- I have a theory that Seth is going to be tall as well. He was almost 22-inches at birth (they originally told us 20 inches which we later found to be a mistake), and his fingers and feet are very long.
Seth was awake but he curled up on Jeremy and went to sleep. Uncle Jeremy's obviously a natural.
Jeremy didn't get to hold Sophie or Will at this young age so this was a precious moment for me! Thankfulness abounds...
