Friday, February 1, 2008
Claira the Cannon...Warning: Don't read if you have a weak stomach!
How could I possibly compare my lovely, sweet Claira to a cannon, you ask? Well, if you told me yesterday that I'd be writing about it today, I might've asked that same question. Claira woke up crying from an early nap this morning...and I mean CRYING. Usually, she doesn't cry when she wakes up. She might fuss a bit, but that's all. Anyway, I went in to pick her up, and she smelled a bit muddy so I took her into the living room to change her. I keep a basket of diapers and wipes in the entertainment center. So, I'm cleaning her up when all of the sudden, a cannonball of poo comes flying at me! I totally didn't see it coming until I was covered in it...the stuff shot a good 18 inches from her bottom! I had poo on my face, in my hair, on my shirt(actually Jason's shirt...haha!) and pants, and up and down both of my arms. It was on the floor too. Ugh! I might need goggles or something to change her again!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
The Top Eight (because I couldn't think of ten) Reasons a Mother of Two Might Run
8. Hearing your toddler say, "Do you want a bite of my cookie?" to your 3 month old.
7. An unexplained loud thud, thump, bang, or crash. Take your pick.
6. The noise explained above followed by a loud, piercing cry.
5. A knock on the door when you happen to be walking by it in nothing but a towel that is actually your two year old's since you still need to put the load of towels in the dryer.
4. Hearing your toddler fall from the top of her play kitchen. Don't ask.
3. Anytime you see your toddler headed toward your 3 month old with a blanket, especially if it looks like this when she tucks in her baby dolls.
Do you see a doll there? Me neither.
2. Hearing the water in the bathtub running when you're home alone with your toddler.
1. Hearing the door open while you're getting dressed.
7. An unexplained loud thud, thump, bang, or crash. Take your pick.
6. The noise explained above followed by a loud, piercing cry.
5. A knock on the door when you happen to be walking by it in nothing but a towel that is actually your two year old's since you still need to put the load of towels in the dryer.
4. Hearing your toddler fall from the top of her play kitchen. Don't ask.
3. Anytime you see your toddler headed toward your 3 month old with a blanket, especially if it looks like this when she tucks in her baby dolls.
Do you see a doll there? Me neither.
2. Hearing the water in the bathtub running when you're home alone with your toddler.
1. Hearing the door open while you're getting dressed.
Second Child Syndrome
Today, my sweet baby Claira is 3 months old! I can hardly believe the time has gone by so quickly. She is cooing and smiling like crazy and just adorable, as most mommies think of their babies, I suppose. At the same time, I can't help but compare her every move to Elsie. Elsie was always a little chunky baby with the rolls of legs and a big belly. Claira is a little peanut in comparison. Elsie could roll over by now and had complete head control. Claira hates tummy time and buries her face in the blanket screaming whenever I lay her on her tummy. Needless to say, the buried, screaming face doesn't really help me know whether or not she can lift her head up off the floor to look around...and rolling? Hahahaha! Maybe next month, mommy! Anyway, I know Claira will hit all of those milestones in her own time, but I can't help but compare.
The most glorious difference between my two sweet girls is that I'm actually getting to nurse Claira...yesterday, there was a sweet moment when Claira was done nursing that she unlatched, rested her head on my breast, closed her eyes, and just smiled. That must happen at least once a day, but it's Heaven on Earth to me. I'm so thankful that I get to breastfeed.
Here are some photos of my three month old!
The most glorious difference between my two sweet girls is that I'm actually getting to nurse Claira...yesterday, there was a sweet moment when Claira was done nursing that she unlatched, rested her head on my breast, closed her eyes, and just smiled. That must happen at least once a day, but it's Heaven on Earth to me. I'm so thankful that I get to breastfeed.
Here are some photos of my three month old!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The Refiner's Fire
Malachi 3:3 says; 'He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.'
This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver.
As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: 'He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.' She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed. The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, 'How do you know when the silver is fully refined?' He smiled at her and answered, 'Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it.'
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire , remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.
This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver.
As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: 'He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.' She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed. The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, 'How do you know when the silver is fully refined?' He smiled at her and answered, 'Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it.'
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire , remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Bagel Snatcher
Elsie had three (mini) bagels for breakfast this morning. She finished the first one and asked for another, which I gave her. Then, I was checking my email while she ate the second bagel and watched Curious George. When she came in the kitchen to ask for a third bagel, I asked her what happened to hers...since she has a habit of asking for something when she hasn't finished what she already has. She told me it was in her mouth, but I asked her to go get it for me anyway...she runs back into the living room and comes back empty handed. "I think somebody just take it," she tells me. I ask her who took it and she says her mouth while she opens wide for me to look. This explanation, "I think somebody just take it," is gaining popularity at our house. We also have doll snatchers at our house and who knows how many different kinds of snatchers are living here with us. Only time will tell.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Ballerina Babies
I ordered this for the walls in Elsie's room at the new house...it is sooooooooo adorable. Have I mentioned that I love having little girls? I do!
A loving note to my daughters...
If your sister is crying, it's not okay for you to join her!
We met Stef and her girls, L and M, at Party City to shop for party supplies, of course. We decided on Curious George since there will be lots of little boys and girls at the party. Anyway, I took the opportunity to try out my new stroller for the first time. I won't be doing that again anytime soon by myself! Taking a 3 month old out of the sanctuary that is her infant seat when we live in the Windy City is absolutely absurd! At least it is in the winter. Anyway, that trip went really well. We bought all the Curious George necessities, and I also picked up some Strawberry Shortcake plates, napkins, etc. for Elsie's family birthday party at the end of February. When we finished there, we decided to go to McDonald's for lunch and let the girls play. So, we ate while the girls played and all went well as Claira fell asleep soon after we got there. After about an hour, we gathered the girls to actually eat (how dare we!) and Claira woke up about ten minutes later so I told Elsie it was time to go. She promptly throws a nice little hissyfit that continues as I put her shoes and coat on, fasten Claira into her carseat, and we make the walk to the car. As I'm putting them both in the car, Claira joins Elsie, as she's growing more hungry by the second, I'm sure. So, I got to listen to two crying girls the whole 7 minute ride home. That seven minutes seemed like seventy!
Seriously though, Elsie doesn't typically throw temper tantrums at home. If/when she does, we ignore them and she gets over it rather quickly. For example, if she asks for something and I tell her to put her toys away, she might fuss and say she doesn't want to so I'll just ignore her until she's done fussing. When she is, I remind her to pick up her toys and then she'll get whatever it is that she wanted. That seems to work just fine. However, when we're out in public and getting ready to leave (something she really hates) I can't ignore the fact that she needs her shoes, coat, gloves on and needs to hold my hand and walk with me and do all of those things she's throwing the temper tantrum about anyway. Advice welcome!
We met Stef and her girls, L and M, at Party City to shop for party supplies, of course. We decided on Curious George since there will be lots of little boys and girls at the party. Anyway, I took the opportunity to try out my new stroller for the first time. I won't be doing that again anytime soon by myself! Taking a 3 month old out of the sanctuary that is her infant seat when we live in the Windy City is absolutely absurd! At least it is in the winter. Anyway, that trip went really well. We bought all the Curious George necessities, and I also picked up some Strawberry Shortcake plates, napkins, etc. for Elsie's family birthday party at the end of February. When we finished there, we decided to go to McDonald's for lunch and let the girls play. So, we ate while the girls played and all went well as Claira fell asleep soon after we got there. After about an hour, we gathered the girls to actually eat (how dare we!) and Claira woke up about ten minutes later so I told Elsie it was time to go. She promptly throws a nice little hissyfit that continues as I put her shoes and coat on, fasten Claira into her carseat, and we make the walk to the car. As I'm putting them both in the car, Claira joins Elsie, as she's growing more hungry by the second, I'm sure. So, I got to listen to two crying girls the whole 7 minute ride home. That seven minutes seemed like seventy!
Seriously though, Elsie doesn't typically throw temper tantrums at home. If/when she does, we ignore them and she gets over it rather quickly. For example, if she asks for something and I tell her to put her toys away, she might fuss and say she doesn't want to so I'll just ignore her until she's done fussing. When she is, I remind her to pick up her toys and then she'll get whatever it is that she wanted. That seems to work just fine. However, when we're out in public and getting ready to leave (something she really hates) I can't ignore the fact that she needs her shoes, coat, gloves on and needs to hold my hand and walk with me and do all of those things she's throwing the temper tantrum about anyway. Advice welcome!
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