Sick Days and an Eye Update

It seems we haven't gone a week without someone in this house being under the weather since about the middle of February.  Fevers, ear infections, pink eye, bad colds and bronchitis, not to mention both Darby and Kyler are going through some brutal treatment at the dermatologist for a rash that just wouldn't go away.  It's exhausting.  And somehow a little wonderful.  Yes - there are plenty of times that I wish for a moment that these sweet littles would stop needing me and I want to make a "No one touch Mommy" rule because I'm so worn out by all the touching and the clinging and the whines and the cuddling (worn out by cuddling?  Yes.  Judge me if you will but that's where I'm at).

But as often happens and as I've written about so many times before - I have to stop and remember how much I will miss this.  They're growing up way too fast and and there's a chance there will never again be babies in this house and I will long for the days that my sweet three year old just wants to be carried with his head on my shoulder.  All afternoon. 
There's a book that everyone loves where a mother sneaks in her grown son's window to rock him.  That's weird & kind of creepy.  But this is the time for it, for the snuggly affection and rocking, and the million kisses even if I have to steal them.  I'm drinking it in.  We've done lots of rocking lately, lots of cuddling in front of Toy Story, lots of head scratching and back rubbing, lots of nose-wiping, and many many days when I realize my shoulders are covered with baby snot and tears and peanut butter at the end of the day.  It's sweet.  And it's hard.  Really really hard but the more I take the time to realize the sweetness of it the more crazy in love I am with these three little ones and what a privilege it is to have these years with them and it makes me want to freeze time.  Capture every moment and breathe in deep.  So I try.  And it helps that in this house sick kids make for very very cute moments like these:

tshirt, pull up, and rain boots.  Love him

Also a quick eye update for those that have been asking:
Darby: awesome.  Cleared to not see the ophthalmologist again for 5 years.  Yay!
Kyler: looking so so great.  perfect pressures and just had to have his prescription changed because his vision has improved!  Still doesn't need any eye drops, just using glasses to correct the vision damage caused by the glaucoma but he is doing awesome.  Praying that the surgeries he had when he was a baby would continue to keep his pressure stable for the rest of his life!
Carson: Also looks great.  No glaucoma but has his mama's bad vision and needs glasses.  The doctor said for him we would wait until his bad vision created a problem to put him in glasses.  So sometime between next year and kindergarten. :)
and...
Conor:  his eye pressure is looking good.  The surgery last May seems to be doing a really good job of controlling his pressure.  BUT he has a cataract in that eye that they will be removing April 12th.  We'll post more about it as it gets closer.  It's a scary surgery on Conor's eyes, but necessary and the doctor we have is the absolute best.  The good news is that after the surgery he shouldn't even need a contact in that eye, and his glaucoma should be better controlled after the cataract is removed as well.
SO....that's the update. 
Overall we're encouraged, optimistic, and thankful!  But we would definitely appreciate your prayers as it gets closer to Conor's surgery! :)

Alright, time to continue disinfecting the house....

A 30th

What???  A new post?

I can't think of a better way to hopefully jump back in than with a celebration of my beautiful, smart, & all around wonderful old sister.  Cory turned 30 this month.

Cory, you were my first friend and the very best sister I could ask for.  You bring so much joy to our lives and we are thankful for your ever-present honesty (even if it's about the birthday present we gave you), your courage to try new things, and your infectious, head thrown back laugh.  Thank you for loving your niece and nephews so well and being patient with them even when they're driving you crazy.  They adore you and they will be better people because they know you.  Thank you for never forgetting anything. ever.  Thank you for always letting us borrow your dvds.  Thank you for teaching us about love and conviction and never to let any one else decide what you're capable of.  And most of all: thank you for being my sister.  I love you.

And now a few party pictures.  I was supposed to be taking more pictures but I failed.

Callie - the second cutest party guest (second only to Cory)  Callie belongs to my cousin and his beautiful wife.  Is she not perfect?  I'm stealing her.

Gluten-Free Birthday cake with strawberry, lemon, and chocolate tiers.

Bonnie - Cory's 'best buddy' (a local college student who chooses to spend some of her time every week hanging out with Cory.  We love her and she's become part of the family in many ways)

Darby and Aunt Cory.

The Scooter

Maybe not everybody struggles with this.  Maybe it's because my kids are still so young and still so cute - but when my there's something that they see and want and ask for so sweetly.  I want to say yes.  Every time.  I don't of course.  These three are well accustomed to the word 'no.'    

But even though I say 'no' to the majority of the things they ask for, most of the time I WANT to say yes.  I love to make them happy.  I do.  I love to see their little eyes light up with wonder and delight and their big smiles and declarations that "You are the BEST mommy in the WHOLE world."  I mean who wouldn't love that?  But making them happy is not my primary goal.  I am far more interested in their hearts, in their learning to be content and learning to follow Jesus, than I am in them being happy.

Yesterday that was put to the test.  Darby and I were in the front yard when we heard all the neighbor kids playing down the street.  Darby hopped on her bike and rode the three doors down to see her friends who regularly will bike up and down the sidewalk together.  When we got to the neighbors' driveway we discovered that the big Christmas gift for many of her friends this year had been: scooters.  They were all on their cute little pink and blue scooters racing around the driveway.  While I talked to one of the other moms Darby and her friends took turns trying out the new scooters.  My sweet neighbor even gave her son's old Toy Story scooter to Ky since her son had gotten a new one for Christmas.  I think that might have been what set it off.  The jealousy.  The discontent.  We got home from our impromptu play date and Darby was devastated.  "EVERYONE has a scooter but ME!"  "I feel left out.  It's not fun to feel left out." "Why didn't I get a scooter Mom?"

I should mention that this girl did NOT have a disappointing Christmas.  She got the princesses with the rubber clothes she asked for and at one point made the comment. "Oh!  My LaLaLoopsy doll!  I have so many new things I forgot about her!"  She is by no means deprived.  But, our sweet girl who is terribly concerned about fitting in (already - at four years old) was literally in tears about being left out of the scooter fun.

I'll confess to you.  My first thought was that I was sure there were scooters at goodwill or the consignment store and they could not be that expensive.  $10 would fix this.  We could get her a scooter so that she could ride around with her friends.  I know that emotion of wanting so badly just to be a part of things.  I remember it well and my mama heart just wanted to fix it for her so she didn't have to feel that way...Thankfully my next thought was a little more wise than the first.  'Where does it stop? If we buy her a scooter and fix this problem what does that teach her?'  That anytime she doesn't have what she wants Mommy will rush in and fix it for her so she doesn't feel sad?  Thankfully her friend Luke arrived to play for the evening and the scooter was forgotten for a time.

But this morning, on the way to preschool it came up again.  A little voice from the backseat:  "Mom, I'm just so disappointed that I didn't get a scooter and all my friends did."  Praise God for the wisdom he gives just when we need it.  I reminded her that we have been blessed with so many good things and that we need to work on being content.  I asked her to list 5 things she was thankful for. Here's her list.

1. My princesses with the rubber dresses so I can change their clothes.

2. My LaLaLoopsy Doll

3. My bike.

At this point Kyler pipes in "I'm thankful for my Toy Story Scooter.  I love my scooter!"  Thanks son.  Just what we needed.  

After she composed herself from the tears her brother's interruption brought she continued:

4. My friends

5. Jesus.

And also my family and my home.  I have lots of good things!

'So Darby, when you start to feel jealous and discontent what will you do? '

'I'll just remember all the really good things I already have.  Like Jesus and my family.'

Then we arrived at preschool and she went off a much happier girl.

It's so hard.  In many ways it would have been easier to assure her that we would get her a scooter or promise her one for her birthday.  But this will certainly not be the last time she is disappointed that she doesn't have something 'everyone else' has.  She's not going to find happiness by acquiring more and more 'stuff'   It will never be enough.  

If we teach our kids that their disappointment can always be fixed instead of letting them feel it then I think we are doing them a disservice.  Our kids need to feel disappointment.  They need to feel left out sometimes.  They need to experience the hard emotions that are part of life so that we can walk them through it and point them to Jesus.  Because one day they will experience disappointment we can't fix and they need to know where to turn.  Our job is so much bigger than raising happy kids.  We want to raise kids who have learned to be content, who look to Jesus to fill their needs and follow after Him with all their heart.

Of course it's still fun to make them happy.  She'll probably get a scooter for her birthday in May so that she can ride around the neighborhood with her friends this summer.  I'm just not going to deprive her of the opportunity to work through contentment in the meantime by letting her know it's coming.

What We're Reading

Something about Fall and lighting a fire makes me want to curl up under a blanket with a book.  Of course, the reality is that most of my 'reading' these days is listening to audiobooks while I try to get the house back in order over naptime....regardless, I thought it would be fun to list some of the books we've been reading this month and last.

Candy
Kisses from Katie by Katie Davis -
the story of a young girl from Tennessee who moves to Uganda for what was supposed to be only a short time.  She is now 23 and the mother to 13 beautiful Ugandan little girls and runs a non-profit that provides food and schooling for hundreds of others. Mostly a compilation of her blog posts over the past few years.  Amazing.  Challenging.  Such a neat story of what God can do through those who are willing.  Reading her story brought perspective to my chaos and moved something in my heart about our responsibility as believers to care for orphans.  Too much moved in my heart to state in a paragraph, so just read it for yourself.  I have several teenage girls in mind that I will be giving this to as a Christmas gift. :)

Bittersweet:  Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way by Shauna Niequist
I am not sure how to recommend this book, as every single chapter has made me cry.  Mostly tears of remembering, empathizing with her story b/c it sounds so similar to ours in so many ways.  Not every detail.  We have walked different journeys but so many of the chapters, whether heavy or light-hearted, make me wish that I had written them myself because I feel like she knows me and is telling my story with different names and different specifics.  From her chapter on hating running and her friend that made her change her mind (oh Kelly you must read that one) to her chapter about her dear friends who walked those early roads of motherhood with her that will always be dear to her heart no matter the miles that separate them (oh too many to count) even to her description of her little boy turning 3 that reminds me so much of our sweet almost 3 year old.  I cannot tell you how many times Conor has walked into the room to find me with my headphones in my ears sobbing hard.  I recommend it.  I do.  especially to my friends in their 20s and 30s that feel like 'transition' is the word that best characterizes their life lately.  You will cry, but it will be a good, cleansing cry that you come out the other side of with hope and thankfulness for every part of your journey.

The Help by Kathryn Stockett  I know I'm late reading this one.  But I wanted to read it before I saw the movie because I'm stubborn like that.  It's wonderful and eye-opening and I couldn't put it down. The story was so rich and the character development so good that I really am not sure I will watch the movie because I know it won't measure up.

Self Talk, Soul Talk:  I haven't started this one yet but it's next on my list, sitting on my bedside table as we speak.  Because my grandmother recommended it and I appreciate her wisdom and think if she said it's worth reading.  It's worth reading.

Conor:
Quitter by Jon Acuff.  Ok we both read this one.  I read it primarily because I think Jon Acuff is funny.  And his book made me laugh.  Who reads a business book because they need a laugh?  Conor and I apparently.  It's good solid common-sense advice and it's funny. :)

A few Church Ministry/Leadership books
Activate: An entirely New Approach to Small Groups
Crucial conversations: Tools for Talking When the Stakes are High

Margin: Restoring Emotional, Physical, Financial, and Time Reserves to Overloaded Lives - written by a doctor, the author unpacks one of the reasons he thinks we Americans are such a mess - b/c we don't have enough margin in our lives.  Conor found the first half of the book fascinating and kept reading excerpts out loud to me.  Apparently the second half wasn't as good.


And many more.  I really can't keep up with him.  Ever since he got his ipad with the reverse contrast type so that it's easy on his eyes it's like he can't read enough.  Making up for all those lost years when reading was harder work.
Oh and he's been reading those obnoxious eragon books.  That I can't stand and refuse to link to.  The next one comes out this month. Ugh.



Darby
Little House in the Big Woods - a classic we're reading aloud to her :)  she finds it boring at times but we're pressing on.  Excited to introduce her to a girl character that is not a princess.
Fancy Nancy series
Gigi: God's Princess
Jesus Storybook Bible
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe - she and daddy read this together.  So sweet.


Kyler
Spot Bakes a Cake  - almost every day.  It's his favorite and to be honest Spot reminds me a little of Kyler.  Is that weird?  
Baby Einstein Alphabet book (mostly because of the "baby dragon" puppet on the front, he quickly loses interest when he realizes it's not actually about the baby dragon)
Anything Dr Seuss


Carson
Anything with fuzzy animals he can touch.  He's JUST NOW at 16 months beginning to let us read to him.  The kid does not like to sit still and it's probably my fault that his speech is delayed because he's only been to library story time once in his entire toddler life.  He will probably still be reading the fuzzy books in Kindergarten and climbing on the bookshelves and eating paint.  All because I didn't read to him enough.  Seriously though I think he's messing with us.  One day he'll say a complete sentence and then not a word for a week.  Maybe we're hearing things or maybe since his sister will often speak for him he just doesn't see the need.  Mostly I think he's just too busy working on his running and jumping and climbing out windows and turning on the TV & DVD player himself to be bothered.  But this post is about books and he likes fuzzy animal ones and these little miniature books shaped like blocks that his great-grandmother bought one of his siblings.  :)  He loves those.  And has about destroyed them from carrying them around everywhere he goes.


So-what are you reading?  Anything we should add to our lists?

The Dance

"Dance with me, Mama, dance with me!"  A skinny two year old waves his arms and spins in circles shaking his tiny hips to the music.
And so I do, and the baby who is not quite a baby at 15 months old joins in and we laugh and turn in circles, the three of us.  And I think "these are the moments I cherish."
And the two year old slips on his bare feet and his head slams against the wall and silence and then the cry that hurts a mama's heart.  So I scoop him up and he clings to me with his skinny arms and legs as his tears show themselves on the shoulder of my shirt, and I hold him and I dance for him while he cries....  And I think "these are the moments I cherish."
Because far too soon this little boy will be a big boy and then a man, and he won't need his mama in the same way anymore.  He won't wrap little legs around my waist and hold on tight to my neck while I whisper into his ear that he'll be ok.
And so I drink in the moment.  And thank the Good Lord for these sweet babies I have been given the privilege of loving and cherishing and teaching and training.  That I can show them by dancing and by sweet whispers of comfort that they are cherished and adored, by their parents on Earth, but how much greater by their Father in Heaven, who loves them with a love more perfect than mine could ever be.  And that I can whisper every day of His grace, His love and how He showed it on the cross and how their heavenly Father can hold them when they're sad - even when they're too big and too proud to let their mama see their tears.  But for now I walk with my snot stained shoulders, remembering every day, even the hard ones, when the tears are my own, that every day of this sweet season is such a precious gift.

Photo by Margaret Blades Photography

For the Dress-Up Princess

Darby lives for dress up.  We've really been struggling as her dress-up collection grows with how to store it so that she can easily clean it up herself and the dresses don't get ruined by being stuffed in bins.  I've had some ideas floating around but this week it finally came together.  

Ikea Mirror: 9.99

Hooks (Target): 10.99 each

All hung with 3M strips so that when she's too old for dress-up we don't have 8 different drill marks in the wall.    She absolutely loves it!

I want to put "Fearfully and Wonderfully Made" somewhere on the mirror or the wall by the mirror but I have to find some reasonably priced vinyl lettering or some other cheaper option first.   Any ideas?

Pumpkin Patch Pictures

They're some of my favorites every year.  Here's 2 years ago.  Just because it's cute and the kids have changed so much.

 

 And this year:  adding in a sweet little redhead.

 Gram came to help at the patch and we couldn't have done it without her.  As usual. :)

 My favorite part of our pumpkin patch is the FIELD of zinnias.  For $3 you get a cup and some scissors and can cut as many as you can fit in your cup.  The kids love it.

Happy Fall!