When Life Hands You...

Sometimes I think I will never allow my children to enter another fast-food restaurant play place ever again.  Ever.  Never.  Ever. 

We skipped town the weekend before last (as in, not Labor Day weekend).  Jeremy went to Louisiana to help with flood relief efforts with our church Stake.  I decided to take the kids and run away.  Run away!  Hahaha.  In retrospect, I guess I should have just stayed home and gone to the library book sale.  Even though it was way awesome to get away. 

But anyway...  I try to give the kids a break from being in the car.  So I stopped at a Chick-Fil-A.  Because they have a play area.  And because Chick-Fil-A just seems a little cleaner.  Because last December, Lynnaea picked up some pukey virus, and I'm pretty sure it was from a McDonald's play place.  So I've been leery of those ever since.  But Chick-Fil-A has always seemed safe. 

Until now.  When my kids picked up hand-food-mouth disease from one.  Blah.  And okay, it's not the end of the world.  It's no worse than chicken pox, really.  There was a day of high fevers, and then a day of no appetite because it hurt to swallow.  But other than that, the kids have been fine.  Except for the pesky fact that they were still contagious.  For 7 to 10 days.  So we are still in quarantine.  For a couple more days.  My children may never see the inside of a play place again!  ;). 

So yeah, when life gives you (or your kids) hand-foot-mouth disease (and you have to stay home for a really long time)...  Well, then you just turn into the wolf-lady ;).

Because what else is there to do?  (Lynnaea loves to play dress-up.  Corbin likes to put these around his neck and smile like he's the stuff.  That kid cracks me up.)

I have done other stuff.  Not just don wolf ears.  I up-cycled a #10 can and organized all my plastic bags.

(that's the life cycle of a THRIVE Life #10 can ;)).

I've been reading.  And working on to-do lists that I can accomplish at home.  I've set some goals.  And I've been mama to my babies :).

 These were the rough days of fever and bad sleep.

But then they felt better and wanted to eat apples and peas!

Yep, some days being a mama is hard.  But it's so good.

A Day of Two Miracles

Miracles still happen.  I know this.

Prayers are answered.  I know this too.

Today, I was shown, once again, that it's true.

I haven't shared much about this, but for the past year, my younger brother Brad has been battling a very aggressive cancer.  He has undergone 3 surgeries, 2 rounds of chemo, 1 of radiation.  He has lost muscle tissue, arteries, veins, and I think even nerves in both sides of his neck.  He has been through hell, and this cancer kept seem to show back up.  Truthfully?  I have had to put up a wall in a sense.  I couldn't think too deeply about this, because every time I did, my stomach knotted up.  This is my "little" brother.  This can't happen to him.

And so I prayed.  We prayed.  We fasted.  We hoped.  Today, for the first time in a long time, the news was good.  Hope grows.  He isn't through this yet.  There is another round of chemo.  A life-long effort to keep cancer in remission.  But there is hope.  The news was good.  Oh how we have prayed for this.  How I have prayed for this.  And so, today.  This was my first miracle.

My second came only a few minutes later.  You see, my Lynnaea has two little stuffed doggies she likes to sleep with.  Every night, she remembers them at bed-time.  And usually they are nearby, because she usually carries them around from room to room.  But tonight was different.  We'd all searched in all the "known" places.  Under the beds.  In her closet.  In mommy and daddy's bed.  In the playroom, in the cupboards.  Even in the recycle bin (Corbin likes to put things in there).  We were at a loss, and Daddy had already told her she might just have to sleep without them tonight.  Oh how she cried at the prospect.

No, I don't necessarily relish her being so attached to the dogs that she melts down at the thought of not sleeping with them.  But to hear her cry like that...  It hurt my mother heart.  And so I kept looking.  Utility room, back in the playroom.  Behind the couch, under it.  Behind the couch cushions....  Into the play room again.  And then we went back into the kids' room and I searched the closet again.  I stopped.  I looked at her and said, "Lynnaea, come here a minute."  She did.  I said, "There is Someone who knows where your doggies are.  And He loves you very much.  He will help us, if we ask.  That person is Heavenly Father.  Let's say a prayer and ask for His help to find your doggies."  She immediately sat on my lap and I said a prayer.  I told Heavenly Father that I know He loves Lynnaea, and I know He knows how important these doggies are to her.  I told him I knew he knew where those dogs were, and asked if He could please help us find them before Lynnaea had to go to bed.  After our prayer, we looked some more.  I did know He would help us.  I just didn't know where else those dogs could be.  I went into the kitchen and looked in the oven (Corbin again...).  And then I remembered.  I remembered the little roller backpack she sometimes stuffs things into.  I remembered it had been in the living room earlier and I'd thrown it into the play room.  I remembered that, as I was throwing it into the play room, I wondered if there was stuff inside it.  I marveled that I hadn't noticed the bag in the play room the two times I'd been in there already.  But when I went in again, this time specifically looking for it as I called Lynnaea to the play room, I saw it lying there.  I told Lynnaea I knew where her doggies were, and I pointed to the backpack thing.  She smiled and zipped it open.  Her face was joyful as she pulled her doggies out.  I asked her if she knew what we needed to do at that moment.  She said we needed to thank Heavenly Father.  She was right.  And so we did.

Now, it may seem coincidence.  It may seem ridiculous to believe the Lord would care anything about two stuffed dogs.  But I know He does.  Because they matter to Lynnaea.  And she matters to Him.  This was my second miracle today.

How grateful I am for His love for my precious girl.  For His precious girl.  How grateful I am to be reminded of His love and awareness of me.

I leave you with this talk, because it's one of the best I've ever heard and read.

And I leave you with this little cutie and her paper cut-out of herself (for school).

Right Now -- It's [My] Tomorow

A miracle!  A miracle!  A post TWO days in a row! 

Because it's nap-time, and this is too cool and fun and so Nilla that I just have to share!

Brad texted me last night to tell me Pepsi has re-released Crystal Pepsi after 23 years... 

There was only one thing to be done:  we stopped at a convenience store after our (awful) Wal-Mart shopping trip this morning and bought one.  And let me just say, there are very few reasons I ever make special trip for one item these days...  Getting two kids in and out of the car at lunch time/nap time for a single soda is not a ton of fun.  But getting the soda:  priceless. 

It reminds me of the summer of 1993 when it had been released.  We were in Dothan for vacation that summer, staying with my grandmother.  Because my grandfather had passed earlier that year, we were here for a longer time than usual:  6 weeks.  As pre-teens, we were pretty bored with staying at the house all the time, and since my mom was here to help my grandmother, we didn't always get to go anywhere (we sure couldn't drive ourselves...).  So we started walking down the road to the little convenience store and buying junk food.  A lot.  Hahaha.  Funny what you end up remembering so fondly.  That is where we bought our first Crystal Pepsi.  And possibly our last.  I can't remember.  But I know it was our first :).  23 years.  Holy cow.  That's a whole adult lifetime!  

I love the nostalgia.  Love it.  And, after all...  It was good to do it right now.  Why wait 'til tomorrow? ;).

Here's the song, which Pepsi used for their Crystal Pepsi commercials back in my younger days...

And here's proof!

In other news...  My eyes have suddenly decided they hate my contacts if I wear them more than 4 hours a day...  So I am doing a lot of glasses-wearing these days.  I'm not a fan, and I need to make an eye appointment and see what's up.  I just keep putting it on the back burner.  Blah.

Kiddie Update

Once again, it's been several weeks.  My intentions are always good.  My follow-through is lacking.  This is ridiculously true in many aspects of my life these days...

Today I got the pleasure of participating in my first book group meeting here.  I had been in an active book group in Washington, and I loved it.  I always looked forward to the 2nd Tuesday of the month.  It broadened my reading horizons.  It was something I knew I'd miss when we moved to Alabama.  And so I put out feelers to see if there was interest here.  Well, there is!  Yay!  And today we met and picked a book for discussion next month.  I hope this turns out to be as successful a book group as the one in Washington.  I love reading.

That has no relevance whatsoever to anything.  I just am excited about it.  Mostly life is falling into a routine.  I still am trying to get stuff hung on the walls.  There is still a room full of unpacked boxes (those boxes you don't know what to do with for forever...  Mine happen to include all my old photo albums and such as that...).  We signed up to participate in a Pre-school type program where someone does home visits here and brings me curriculum and such to teach Lynnaea.  This is going to help me help her to learn more, I think.  Teach her how to focus.  We've been working on a book they gave us when we signed up...  I think we are wading into territory that is a little advanced for her at this point, though.  So I'm glad we're going to start getting the official curriculum next week.  But each morning, we sit down and work on one page of the workbook.  She does really well, all things considered, but the next one has her writing numbers.  And she isn't quite to that point yet.  But she'll get there, of that I'm sure.  She loves doing school each morning.  It lasts about 15 minutes, and then we move onto other stuff.  Lynnaea is also a big helper!  She is earning money by doing chores.  We added a new chore this week:  dusting the living room tables.  For now, her chores are small (she folds the washcloths and puts away her own clothes in addition to the dusting), but I hope to instill in her the importance of work.  It's an important principle.

And then there's Corbin.  He is curious and naughty; sweet... and naughty; mischievous... and naughty!  No... He really is the sweetest little guy.  He has the best dimpled smile, and he is very smart.  He understands so much of what we say.  He can bring his shoes to me when we are going to go somewhere and I ask him to bring them.  He can follow me to his room, carrying his folded clothes, and put them in the drawer (with help opening the drawer).  He is completely aware of the "no-no's" and he does them anyway :/...  While looking at you and laughing about it.  And he gives kisses and laughs as he leans in again and again for kisses.

My children are my greatest blessings.  Truly.  They drive me to the brink some days...  But I think that's just motherhood.  I wouldn't trade them for anything.

It doesn't sound like much, I know...  But that's what's been going on.  Here are a couple pictures :).

 We enjoyed watermelon on National Watermelon Day.

 And rootbeer floats a couple days later on Rootbeer Float Day.

 We've been doing a lot of smoothies lately.  Lynnaea likes to help me pick out the fruits to go in them.  And she likes to press the blender button.  And pretty much, the kids love them. And I do too -- because we 're all getting extra veggies (in this case, kale!)!

And Lynnaea is pretty much completely potty trained.  She has days where she will have an accident.  And some nights she still does too.  But we have more dry days than accident days (and nights), so that's a victory.  It wasn't hard, but I think that's because we waited a really long time to do it. 

 Corbin thinks putting banana in his hair is hilarious.  I don't...  Which is why he does it.

 He loves blueberry pancakes.

 Lynnaea posed with (and like) a princess at story time a couple weeks back (apparently there is a "princess arm pose" that I knew nothing about...  I have been schooled!).  Lynnaea thought this was the coolest.

She also made a hedgehog craft a few weeks back.  Let's just say, with a younger brother... It's seen better days ;).

The Reason

Yeah, yeah...  It's been another forever since I last posted.  And there's been some really awesome stuff happen that I hope to one day highlight here (like my little up-and-coming celebrity who has been on the news in one form or fashion three times in the last month!). 

But life is busy.  And here's the reason:

Home has a new address!  And with it comes a lot of fun stuff.  Like unpacking.  And positioning.  And picking up the DVDs you put in the DVD rack... for the 50th time (thank you Corbin!).  And finding out there are a lot of projects to work on ;). 

So that's where my time goes.  But it's all good.  We are home-owners...  And I can cross something off my bucket list ;).

This Alabama Summer

It's hot in Alabama ;).

But I will say this:  it has been unseasonably cool many of the days.  I am counting that a tender mercy from the Lord for my first summer back!

So what have we been up to on these warm days?  Well, lots!  Here's a run-down in pictures ;).

We've gone blueberry picking twice (and then made some uber-delicious desserts with those 2 gallons of blueberries)!

 

We've climbed the tree in front of Grandpa's house -- and picnicked under it!

 

The kids have made a mess by pushing everything from the vanity in our room onto the floor, then crawling onto the vanity and acting silly ;).

  

Lynnaea and Daddy made a solar oven and made a s'more in it (it didn't get hot enough to toast the marshmallow, though).

  

Lynnaea walked around in Mommy's pajama pants.

 

We go to the park a lot.  We also go to Landmark Park quite a bit, since we bought the yearly membership.  But I don't have any pictures of that yet.  But we have seen snakes and pigs and a cow and sheep and mules...  And Mommy learned a bit about honey extraction!  (I'm seriously considering trying to raise bees once we are in our own house...)

  And we've played in the sprinkler and the pool -- rain OR shine.  Just so happens the 4th of July brought lots of rain!  But Daddy was a trooper, and since there was no thunder...  Why not play in the rain?!?

And me?  Well, I like to take selfies to check out my gray hair :/....

Okay, okay...  That's not all I do ;).  I'm not that vain.  I've been reading a lot.  I'm participating in the Summer Reading Challenge!  So far, I've got 5 down since the beginning of the Summer Reading Challenge:  Sense and Sensibility, The Scorch Trials, Dead Wake, How to Win Friends and Influence People, and Me Before You.  Currently I'm working on The Lost Symbol.  But, once we reach Friday, I imagine my reading time will diminish significantly -- if all goes well :). 

And, speaking of the Summer Reading Challenge...  Lynnaea is a book fanatic!  She has read (well, had read to her...) 105 books so far in one month!  Corbin is almost at 40.  He doesn't have the attention span she does.  He is all boy.  But he is getting more interested in books, and I'm loving it!  I love that reading is a big part of my babies' lives.  I'm loving my babies too, by the way.  They are pretty amazing.

Corbin: 1 Year Old

Dearest Corbin,

Oh sweet boy...  I'm late posting this, but that's partially because it took us 3 days to finish your 1st birthday celebration!  You had a fever all day on your birthday, and you were just so miserable.  Then, the next day, you spiked a fever in the afternoon.  But I had already baked and decorated the cake, so we sang to you anyway.  And you ate a piece.  But you were still pretty miserable.  So we waited on the presents.  Until Friday.  Since Daddy got home at 8 p.m. on Thursday (boo!).

You learned a lot over the last month of your "babyhood" (though you were technically a toddler already).  You learned how to get off of the bed the correct way.  You learned how to give Mommy kisses!  (I think that's the sweetest, too ;)).  You started running a little.  And climbing more (ack!).  We know you understand what we are saying, because your reactions give you away.  You are capable of being the most obstinate little stinker in the world.  But you're also able to show off your sweet side too.  The verdict is that you have your mommy's number.  Sigh.

You are a charmer!  You play peek-a-boo, sometimes with your hands, and it's so adorable!  People ooh and aah over how cute you are with your dimples and your cheesy grin.  And, truly, you are adorable.

Much like your mama, you don't like the heat.  Which makes Alabama summers a true joy indeed!  You love to play and run and be free...  You just don't like how hot you get.  And you get hot and sweaty pretty much immediately.

You still only have 6 teeth, but I am suspicious that there are more on the way.  But you do awesome work with the chompers you have.  You really enjoy strawberries and raspberries.  You love yogurt raisins and macaroni and cheese.  You're not a fan of Brussels sprouts (but who is?), and you are usually willing to try just about anything edible.  And anything not edible too.

You are very, very ticklish.  It is so funny to hear you laugh when you get tickled.  You like music -- or anything with a beat -- and you love to "dance" that "up-down" dance that is common to your age.  Again:  ADORABLE!

It's not all roses, Corbin.  We have some very hard days.  Usually they are the days you are extra-clingy and extra whiney.  The days when you throw one of your "I'm mad, so I'm going to cry until I can't breathe and pass out" fits.  Oh, those are such hard days.  But there are many good days, and even more good moments (even in the hard days).  And I love you, Corbin.  Each night, as I hold you while you fall asleep, I am thankful for those quiet moments.  Recently, I realized how I don't really hold your sister that way anymore.  So I did it one day, and I saw how big she has gotten.  And I realize in those moments how brief this time is.  There will come a day you will be as big as she is -- and she'll be even bigger.  The days are coming when you won't want me to hold you -- you won't reach your chubby little arms into the air for me to pick you up.  The days are coming, I know too well.  Because I've seen them go with your big sister.  And so, I will work harder to cherish each moment.  With you and with her.  Because I love you.  And I love her.  With all my heart.  Always.

Happy One Year, my big boy.  Thank you for being mine.

Love Always,

Mommy

 This sad face was what he looked like for most of his birthday.

 But I did get a couple smiles from him when he was feeling a bit better.

 The day after his birthday, when we actually sang to him and ate cake.  He still wasn't feeling the greatest, poor little guy.

 But by Friday, he was back to his happy (and mischievous!) self!  Love that grin!

 So we opened his presents :).

 And on Saturday, he got a big boy hair cut!