Today a sweet gift was given to us from our friends James, Matt and Zach. They've been working on a song for Iva June and this afternoon it arrived on our doorstep with a cute little case cover and a professional looking burned copy of the CD that they will enter in a contest to C.R.E.A.T.E. Songwriter Search in cooperation with CCM Magazine and Provident Music Group in Nashville. We would like to thank them for capturing Miss June's personality so very well....musically and lyrically. This was an unexpected gift for us and a little piece of heaven.
Have a listen:
A love so strong
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
She better twirl
My dear friend Meryl is 8 months pregnant and is waiting to give birth to her precious baby girl. Meryl is the type of friend who is always there when you're crying, who seems to call you to go on a walk just when you need it, who's always up for a last-minute adventure and who gives you a manicure while you watch a movie, while SHE'S pregnant. She's a sweet Southern Belle and "giving" just happens to be her gift. To top it all off, she's absolutely gorgeous with long hair like your Barbie doll. It is only natural that I would want to give her some of my most favorite baby clothes.
Today I went through all of my daughter's 0-3 month clothes...reminiscing, remembering, wishing....I quickly packed them all up in a bag in case I changed my mind because I'm so emotionally connected to them all. It was time...I was running out of room in the closet. You see the other great thing about Meryl is she is just 5 houses down from my house, so I quickly trotted down there, peeked in the window and saw her with her precious son (my son's bf) and her wonderfully supportive husband eating peacefully...these last few weeks before the BIG arrival. I quickly dropped the bag of clothes on the doorstep, turned around, and it happened...my eyes started welling up with tears, I started crying a little harder and wondered what in the world I was crying about. There was something about that moment I remembered too clearly...just 21 months ago.... My son, my husband, and my pregnant belly all looking forward to the bright road ahead, visualizing the first meeting with my little bundle of love who would gaze into my eyes, cry when I left her with strangers and curiously explore her world. I was so wrong.
But, God was so right. You see, I'm finding just how really selfish I am. I want to go to the Zoo and the Botanical Gardens every day, walking and chatting with friends while our kids bounce around our feet and we share stories of bumped knees and hurt feelings. I don't want to sit through therapy session after therapy session and go to doctor's offices so they can tell me to run down the hall and get a few blood draws and order large contraptions so she can see better, breathe better, live life better. I don't want to squish her food up anymore. I don't want to carry her anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fascinated with straws, lights and razzberries anymore. You see? I'm selfish. And this precious little June bug pulls me out of that world, and into hers, and once in a while I mourn all that could have been. Every ballet class, every sleepover, every Hello Kitty sticker, every twirling flouncy skirt.
So I made a deal with God. I bought her a dress the other day. It was on sale at Hanna Andersson for $20. Christmas Red Love to Twirl Velour Dress. I am praying she will be able to wear it this next December. She will. And she'll twirl.
Today I went through all of my daughter's 0-3 month clothes...reminiscing, remembering, wishing....I quickly packed them all up in a bag in case I changed my mind because I'm so emotionally connected to them all. It was time...I was running out of room in the closet. You see the other great thing about Meryl is she is just 5 houses down from my house, so I quickly trotted down there, peeked in the window and saw her with her precious son (my son's bf) and her wonderfully supportive husband eating peacefully...these last few weeks before the BIG arrival. I quickly dropped the bag of clothes on the doorstep, turned around, and it happened...my eyes started welling up with tears, I started crying a little harder and wondered what in the world I was crying about. There was something about that moment I remembered too clearly...just 21 months ago.... My son, my husband, and my pregnant belly all looking forward to the bright road ahead, visualizing the first meeting with my little bundle of love who would gaze into my eyes, cry when I left her with strangers and curiously explore her world. I was so wrong.
But, God was so right. You see, I'm finding just how really selfish I am. I want to go to the Zoo and the Botanical Gardens every day, walking and chatting with friends while our kids bounce around our feet and we share stories of bumped knees and hurt feelings. I don't want to sit through therapy session after therapy session and go to doctor's offices so they can tell me to run down the hall and get a few blood draws and order large contraptions so she can see better, breathe better, live life better. I don't want to squish her food up anymore. I don't want to carry her anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fascinated with straws, lights and razzberries anymore. You see? I'm selfish. And this precious little June bug pulls me out of that world, and into hers, and once in a while I mourn all that could have been. Every ballet class, every sleepover, every Hello Kitty sticker, every twirling flouncy skirt.
So I made a deal with God. I bought her a dress the other day. It was on sale at Hanna Andersson for $20. Christmas Red Love to Twirl Velour Dress. I am praying she will be able to wear it this next December. She will. And she'll twirl.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Whine
Today was one of those days that started at approximately 4:00 am with a loud wake-up call from my son barfing up his chicken soup from the evening before. I had been waiting for it for days, but I honestly thought we were in the clear. My daughter had gotten the virus about 4.5 days earlier and was in recovery mode...on the brat diet and only drinking almond milk because I fear what regular milk will do to her system.
I can't help but giggle at this video. It just about sums up my day besides all the blog reading I got to do, the reading of Genesis 1 to my vomiting son, and the many loads of throw up laundry I got to wash and reuse and reuse. I finally put diapers on my son because I got tired of the you know what coming out.
So I had quite a day planned for us. James was going to wake up and go to school while June bug and I headed back to the house and had not one, but two therapy sessions with the vision specialist and physical therapist. After that we'd go get James, rush home to have chicken soup left overs, take a nap and wake up and go to my lovely friend Bernadette's birthday party and eat gourmet cake and cupcakes made by my friend Lindsay of Apple Blossom Bakery (http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=572740213&sk=info#!/pages/Apple-Blossom-Bakery/190142917673857)Then we'd whiz home and drop the kids off with a babysitter and head out to our evening appointment at 7:00 pm. Guess God wanted me to stay home today....
I'm learning to really enjoy the quietness of home.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Have you tried straws?
Just recently we took a long trip to Connecticut to visit my family and successfully made the long trek back....I am convinced we would not have survived the trip without one simple invention...THE STRAW. It started in Chick-fil-A. I was at the table trying to ward off boredom blues with my twenty-one month old when I finally ripped open a straw and gave it to her. To my advantage, my daughter's obsession with lines and bendy objects led her to at first, smile at the straw, then tentatively chew, then ferociously gnaw on the straw. She bent it into a million positions with graceful agility while I sat back and wondered why I never thought of this before, why this isn't stated in the Mommy handbook of all handbooks...SO, I did as any other mother would have done. I grabbed three dozen straws (without the management seeing), threw them in my purse and headed for the car like a woman who just robbed a drugstore. The whole way home, I just kept chucking straws in the backseat. One by one they dropped to the floor. No biggie. It's on Chick-fil-A.
Our obsession continued...was in the super market the other day when I spotted a package of 100 bendy straws with all different colors and stripes. How could I pass them by? Swept those up without a second thought. I have simply come to the conclusion that every mother should be buying straws by the hundreds. Why aren't they selling them at Babies R Us, Target and the local baby boutique at the register? They should be handing them out instead of candy and popcorn. I'm convinced that this is the secret thing that needs to be in every mother's purse. Mandatory if you have toddlers...
If, however, you need a more durable straw....maybe one, that your child could use for therapeutic chewing, go to the hardware store and pick up refrigerator tubing. It comes in long ten foot portions. June REALLY likes the refrigerator tubing. AND my speech therapist even endorsed it, saying it was really good for her to chew on...especially those back teeth. I give her that as an extra special treat. Who knew my child could be so motivated by a straw? Try it yourself!
Our obsession continued...was in the super market the other day when I spotted a package of 100 bendy straws with all different colors and stripes. How could I pass them by? Swept those up without a second thought. I have simply come to the conclusion that every mother should be buying straws by the hundreds. Why aren't they selling them at Babies R Us, Target and the local baby boutique at the register? They should be handing them out instead of candy and popcorn. I'm convinced that this is the secret thing that needs to be in every mother's purse. Mandatory if you have toddlers...
If, however, you need a more durable straw....maybe one, that your child could use for therapeutic chewing, go to the hardware store and pick up refrigerator tubing. It comes in long ten foot portions. June REALLY likes the refrigerator tubing. AND my speech therapist even endorsed it, saying it was really good for her to chew on...especially those back teeth. I give her that as an extra special treat. Who knew my child could be so motivated by a straw? Try it yourself!
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