Monday, June 20, 2011

Life is Unfair

Life is often unfair.

On June 25th, Molly will turn 15 months.

On the same date, Emily will have just turned exactly 3 ½ years old and will walk down the aisle dressed to the nines as a flower girl in a wedding.

I would like to be posting pictures of these events…. 

Pictures of my sweet girls… celebrating birthday milestones and dressing up in fancy clothes to celebrate happy events.

But I can’t do it. 

Not right now. 

I am too sad to highlight these simple, yet precious, things about my own girls. 

Because my heart is broken.

Broken because these days in June are excruciatingly painful for two friends who no longer have their own baby girls.  The dates that are supposed to be happy in June have turned into painful, awful ones for these two mothers.

I can’t post pictures of my own girls when my mind is so confused about the unfairness of this fallen, broken world.

It doesn’t seem right.

Or fair.

*****

Almost exactly 3 months ago, I shopped in Charleston, SC with Suzie.  We had so much fun picking out clothes for our little girls to wear this summer. 

We found some really good sales.  I specifically remember that Suzie was delighted to have found an orange tutu and matching birthday shirt... the perfect outfit for her daughter to wear this summer for her 3rd birthday.

We went to a consignment shop and found beautiful smocked dresses for our girls to wear this summer.  Suzie said she was going to try to learn to make headbands to match the clothes.

I picked out a pair of PJs for Emily that had ballet shoes on them complete with a tutu.  I also picked up a similar pair with a kitty cat on them with a bright pink tutu.  That pair of PJs was for Suzie’s daughter.  I planned to send it to her for her birthday this June.

My girls are wearing the smocked dresses, tutu’s and pink PJs I purchased on that trip.

But Suzie’s daughter is not.  Not anymore.

And it’s all I can think about...

How unfair and painful life can be.

Lindsay turned three on June 11th.

She was only three for 7 days. 

Without warning or explanation, on June 17th, while her Mama rocked her body in her arms, Lindsay’s spirit soared and her soul was welcomed into the loving arms of her Heavenly Father.

And I can’t get the thought of those clothes we purchased together out of my mind. 

Clothes are just clothes.  Nothing more than simple material possessions.

But for me, those clothes that will no longer be worn are an excruciatingly painful reminder that life is unexpected.  

And unfair.

I know that this world is fallen.  That we are not destined for this life, but for one far better than this.  That our Earthly life is simply a tool to get us to our eternal destination.  

But even with that knowledge, it all still seems unfair.

Very, very unfair.
For those of you who have followed Lindsay's journey alongside me, please keep her family in your prayers this week.  Her funeral will be on Friday.  More information can be found here.

*****

While I'm thinking about the coming days in June and the unfairness of life, I'd be remiss in not mentioning another mother who needs your prayers this week.

Waverley will turn three on June 28th.

Her mama will not be there to celebrate this milestone.  She will not be able to give her a tea party, dress her in a tutu, or even tell her she loves her.  

Waverley will turn three in the home of someone who didn't know her for the first 2 1/2 years of her life.  

And this is just another reminder that life is unexpected and often, unfair.
Many of you followed Matt & Molly's journey to adopt Waverley.  Many of you have asked for updates.  I have had some contact with Molly recently.  They are surviving, but are struggling with the impending date of June 28th.  Please keep them in your prayers as they tread through these new and unknown waters... surviving meaningful milestones while their daughter celebrates them without them.


*****


As unfair as it seems, on June 25th, I will dress my own girls in fancy dresses.  I will fix their hair with hair bows.  And I will celebrate their milestones with them, taking pictures of these special events.  


But I will do it with a reverence and appreciation that is so easily lost in the busy moments of life.  I will savor the moments a little more than normal, knowing that life is unexpected. 


And often, unfair.


*****


Thank you for praying for my friends this week. 

Friday, June 10, 2011

A Happy Retirement

I generally have a feeling of sadness each time I have to retire a baby item to the basement storage closet.  The retirements are a visual reminder to me that a stage of babyhood has once again passed  and that time is moving much too quickly.  


The first item to go is usually the Moses Basket, followed by the swing and the bouncy seat.  Then comes the bassinet, the Bumbo seat, and the playmats, followed by the bigger and more monumental retirements like the infant carrier car seat and the associated stroller.  And while I'm always admittedly a little happy to have these cumbersome objects not serve as the main items of decor in my living room, I am still sad to see them go into retirement.


With one exception...










The "little potty"!


I have never been a fan of "little potty's".  I can remember watching "John & Kate Plus 8" (back when it was actually an endearing show), and she had little potty's all over the house to assist with potty training.  I remember thinking how disgusting that idea was... little "bins" of potty all over the house - yuck!


I didn't use a "little potty" with Noah.  The thought of one just truthfully just grossed me out.  


But as with most things, what worked for child #1 did not work for child #2 and before I knew it, I found myself standing in the "little potty" aisle of Babies R Us.  And that's when the pink "little potty" became a new decoration in my kids' bathroom.  Much to my delight, Emily quickly learned to use this potty as opposed to her panties.  Much to my dismay though, I often walked into the bathroom and found the little "bin" filled with stinky potty.  As I said... yuck!  After Emily had observed me doing the "potty dump" into the big potty enough times, she began to take care of the "dumping" on her own.  


All was good.  She felt independent.  I was happy not to have to see that "bin" of potty anymore.  Aside from the nightly cleaning, the "little potty" didn't bother me that much anymore.


Until Tuesday of this week!


You see, I had always assumed my little Emmie had been doing the "potty dump" correctly... into the big potty.  It seems I was incorrect in that assumption!   Through a most unfortunate incident this week, I learned that she was not doing the "potty dump" into the potty, rather she was dumping it into the sink... yuck!


How did I discover the error in her method?






When I saw a real "DUMP" sitting stinkily inside the sink!


And that, my friends, led to the official retirement of the pink "little potty"!


And unlike most objects within this closet, I'm not anxiously awaiting the day when I have to remove this object from its new home on the top shelf!  


It is a happy retirement indeed!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Early Summer Numbers

12
Number of official summer days

3
Number of frogs caught in the backyard
{yea me for buying a special frog catching container from Petco!}

0
Number of frogs that survived the catching
{Noah asked me if a "cranberry" was coming out of the side of one of the frogs}

3
Number of children fascinated by the frogs

7
Number of nights Molly has slept through the night
{ALLELUIA!  and yes, I'm still nursing her!}

3
Number of puzzles purchased and put together
{many times over}

14
Number of toys added to our swim bag

3
Number of hats worn on the first swim of the season

2
Number of watermelons cut up
{one of our most favorite things about summer!}


4
Number of shoes in the sink requiring mud removal

12
Number of Dot Art Paint Pens purchased

112
Number of minutes the Dot Art Paints entertained the children
{in one sitting with NO fighting!}

17
Number of pennies thrown in the fountain


< 17
Number of seconds it took to throw 17 pennies in the fountain


3
Number of ruffles on my baby's cute bum

17
Number of kids in my house for a play date
{bazillion... number of cookie crumbs on my floor!}

+ 5
Number over par Noah scored on his 9 hole Wii game
{he left this note on Vance's pillowcase... the contents showed his score on each hole}


7
Number of ruffles running through the sprinkler

1
Number of batches of homemade lemonade made
{with daily requests for more!}

104
Number my car thermometer read on the first game day of the season

7
Number of "fans" Noah had in his cheering section at the game
{Mama, Molly, Emmie, YaYa, PaPa, Uncle Brycie,  Toe}


3
Number of water bottle misters taken to the game to keep cool
{a great invention/investment... and time occupier for children!}


3
Number of trips to the neighborhood park


20
Number of fingers that painted "masterpieces"
{yea me for allowing a messy activity!}


5
Number of  finger painted "masterpieces" created
{i even made one!}


1
Number of cans of shaving cream used for entertainment



2
Number of beds made, every day, by my kids


0
Number of times I've adjusted them or "fixed" them
{yea me!}

1
Number of OnDemand movies rented
{Yogi Bear}

3
Number of "kids" that belong to my kids when they play "house"
{Caroline, Blue, & Lamby}






2
Number of average hours in a day my kids play "house"

5
Number of  times Molly insisted I fill up her french fry box

~ 12
Number of macaroni noodles Molly can fit in her mouth

~ 6
Number of tears shed because Lucy loved the blow up swimming pool too
{there were lots of screaming remarks too}



2
Number of trips to Baskin Robbins for ice cream

4
Number of slippers worn on a late night Pajama Car Adventure
{for milkshakes and firework watching}

2
Number of arms reaching out for a dip in the water

2
Number of new "boootiful" leotards purchased for Emily's new dance/theatre class
{she came home singing and skipping - she loved it!}

0
Number of naps taken by Noah and Emily

3
Number of kids whose funny smiles frustrate, entertain, exhaust, and uplift me every day...


and we're only on summer day #13!


Funny Side Note from Noah...
The last picture was taken on Sunday after church.  As we were walking in the house, I told the kids that they looked so cute that I wanted to take their picture.  

Noah's response...
"Moooom!  We look cute every Sunday"!

I can't argue with that!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Today

Today I had fun plans to take my children on an adventure.


Today those plans didn't happen.


Today I yelled too many times.


Today I didn't put on make up.


Today I got in an argument with my mom.


Today I ordered 11 frozen meals from a catering company.


Today I wore my robe until 4:37 pm.


Today my children treated each other horribly.


Today Emily "cleaned" the house with spray sunscreen.


Today we canceled Plan B due to poor behavior after we didn't do Plan A due to poor behavior.


Today I cried in frustration.


Today I felt the grief of a friend.


Today Molly cried continuously unless I was holding her.


Today I did 3 loads of laundry and folded none of it.


Today I had my feelings hurt by my brother.


Today I felt overwhelmed.


Today I felt like I wasn't any good at this "stay home mom" gig.


Today I let my children wear me down.


Today I felt like a failure... as a mother, wife, daughter, and friend.


Today was not the day I had planned.


Tomorrow is a new day.  I will be praying that I handle it better than I handled Today.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Guaranteed

Even on the most frustrating of days with my sassy Sissy, I can almost always count on one thing she does that is guaranteed to make me smile...






Dress herself!


Emily's fancy fashion combinations delight me almost daily and are guaranteed to transform any frustration I might have with her into sheer admiration!

{Did you notice that every combination pictured includes a tutu of some sort?}