Bug had prayed for two weeks that God would send her snow. Her first prayer went like this:
Thank you for the snow.
Jesus Name, Amen.”
Followed by opening her eyes and loudly whispering, “It’s coming!”
I find that she is often better at praying and trusting than I am. Every time the clouds moved, she said that God was bringing her snow in them.
So, here’s our family tradition for when the snow finally showed up. We bring it inside on a platter and let her build tiny snowmen, touch it, mold it, add sprinkles and food dye to it, whatever she wants. And this year, Brother got to join in on the fun!
You gotta taste a little… 🙂
“We do not, however, demonize Santa. Dressing up, having fun, and using the imagination God gave can be an act of holy worship and is something that, frankly, a lot of adults need to learn from children.” -Mark Driscoll
Regarding Santa, Daniel and I made up our minds not to lie to our children about him, because we want them to be absolutely certain that everything we tell them is true. (This is very hard to keep up, I have found. Because, when I am eating chocolate covered raisins, and Bug asks, “What’s in your mouth?” I can’t say, “nothing,” and I actually must deal with the issue that she is going to want me to share. In truth it has made me more aware of honesty than ever, and providing a good example, i.e. not eating chocolate raisins before dinner, as well.)
Back to Santa, she is old enough now to have real discussions with complete strangers, who know nothing of how we are raising our children or why. So, this year was especially perplexing to me (and her), when random people asked her the following:
We don’t hate Santa. He is actually based off of a legitimately generous guy. We would love our kids to emulate his generosity in giving what they have to the poor because they know that God has given them what they have to share.
With regard to each question though, here are the issues I am having to face as a mother, when you ask my kid these things:
This article summarizes and provides a clearer explanation of how we will handle the concept of Santa at Christmas. I really appreciate the, “we’re not out to demonize him, just tell our kids the truth,” stand he takes.
I promised myself I was going to write more now that I have two kiddos. Haha.
Regardless, I did intend to post about the first six weeks around the six week old mark. I don’t remember hardly any of Bug’s first five weeks or so. Therefore, I would like to at least document parts of this before I lose it as well.
Well, it’s two months. Eight weeks is close enough.
DGA is growing steadily and has reached a whopping 14 pounds and a long 25.5 inches(ish). He is the size of my friends’ four month old. I picked him up yesterday morning and thought to myself, “He grew overnight.” Voicing this opinion to my husband, I had to prove it when he did not believe me. Considering I measured him only four days ago, and he had grown another 1/3 an inch and now did not fit into my favorite 3-6 mo size monkey shirt that says “Hunk” on the front- I am right, he did in fact grow overnight.
He’s very fussy because he’s sick. He’s also really looking forward to playing with his sister. There’s much more awareness in his eyes recently and when she gets in his face and looks at him he just coos and wiggles like crazy. He can hold his head up pretty well and has pretty good control of his limbs for how old he is.
Bug is really starting to get into imaginative play and it’s awesome to see what her brain is capable of understanding… some of these concepts surprise me. She’s understanding right and left decently and used “me” and “I” correctly the other day, although I don’t know that it will stick. She still gets some new words backwards (Truck is Kurt) but eventually gets them out right in the end. She LOVES the moon. It’s her favorite thing now to say “Moon! Thank you God!” She also likes firetrucks.
Me: What is this candle for?
Me: Who do we hope in?
Me: What is Jesus going to do?
Precious. Our washing machine is broken, so it makes sense for her to repeat what I’ve been talking about non-stop.
Speaking of Christmas, I find it surprising how many random strangers have no problem coming up to my kids and talking about Santa. We’re not teaching her about him yet. This probably deserves its own post, but we are going to teach her about the real story of Christmas first (Jesus) and later explain Santa historically and let her enjoy the story but know that it’s fake. We will also teach her to be nice to the other children, don’t worry.
The two under two thing isn’t all that bad. I mean there are moments I want to just completely throw in the towel, but most of the time it’s just plain wonderful. I love both of these children so much and I can’t imagine my life without them now. The main troubles I’m having are sleep deprivation, balancing activities and family, and the big one of feeling like I don’t get to spend enough time actively loving on and playing with my little Bug. I would love to have a Mommy and Me date with her again.
Now, my house- yes it is suffering. I could really use a clean floor. But right now they are both sick and so am I and I don’t have time to clean the floor except for to spot clean puke. I’ve learned to sleep in a small amount of baby spit up, considering my washing machine is broken and I don’t have massive amounts of laundry doing time on my hands.
This little boy is so precious I find that I really wouldn’t mind having another one at all. Someone told us to stop now because there is always “a bad one in the bunch.” I’m not really worried. The only thing we are concerned about is my health. Plan A was to wait a few years and give my body time to heal and recover, then have two more. (As much as that’s even something one can plan.) But I’m already back into my pre-preggo jeans, and I find that I’m not even really afraid of the idea of Irish-twins. So, now that the concept of birth control has become something that must be considered and not simply put off into the future, I’m really wondering about it all. I did pray recently that God would make me have legitimate twins next time, as a “sign,” if He wants me to not have any more. #’TwouldBeAwesome
Now, I’m convicted. I really do complain entirely too much if what I just wrote is true. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, sweet Husband.
I was wondering the other day if Mary complained at all about swollen ankles or the bumpy donkey ride, or even about the fact that she was pregnant and not given a room at that inn. C’mon, I would have. But it was all part of God’s plan right? Pondering.
Check out my son! He’s already doing his part to help the world in need.
Ok, in reality, it’s me, but wouldn’t it be great to tell him that this is what he helped do the first Christmas of his life? We gave him his name because it means “Beloved Vigilant Defender.” That’s exactly what we want him to grow up to be, someone who sees and stand up for the defenseless, the wee ones, the overlooked, the poor, the voiceless, the fatherless, the oppressed…
Please help us rescue a baby in Guatemala suffering from nutritional and medical need. We’re trying to raise a total of $1,200, which will save one child. Any amount will help, so will spreading the word. 🙂
David’s Christmas Gift: Rescue a Baby
O LORD, you hear the desire of the afflicted;
you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear
to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed,
so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more.
(Psalm 10:17-18 ESV)
Wow! What a winter break. Christmas was busy, beautiful, and full of family and friends. So was New Year’s. To begin with, our Chinese friend moved back into our home for part of the break. I’m glad she returned. Not only did she help me with things like doing the dishes and watching Emma, she is also a very kind and friendly individual, AND I got to spend a lot of time talking to her about Jesus. (She spent all day yesterday reading the book of Luke and asking me questions, then we went to a Bible study together and we all talked with her and answered her questions. Everyone got so excited that our evangelism seemed like worship. It was! I pray God will receive our small offering of excitement and praise in sharing His Son with a new friend.) I have really enjoyed having a female friend to talk with everyday instead of being at home alone with Emma. Not that I don’t love playing with Emma, but the joy is increased with another person at home- especially one who can understand me and talk back to me.
Daniel and I were in the church cantata. A first for the two of us together and especially for our daughter. It made me cry during the dress rehearsal and I had to get over it by the actual production. It was set in a modern drama, with parts pointing to Jesus throughout. We played the couple with a baby, and there was another couple who had been struggling to have a baby. It really challenged me. Not acting, but I almost wanted to say I couldn’t do it, because I do have a friend who has been trying to have a baby for over a year, and I love her very much and want nothing more than for God to bless her with a child. So, this play kind of put me in the position where I already am. Please God, I am asking you again. Be with my friend. Wrap your arms around her and love her, and hear her cry to you. Answer her, Lord. Glorify Yourself in this situation, and in all others of our lives. Please, send her a child to teach about You and to love as a blessing from You. Amen.
Christmas was filled with even more meaning through being able to share it with Rebecca. Also, because it was our daughter’s first Christmas, there was much excitement and wonderful time with family. We visited with everyone, and for the first time in my life, I finally felt that feeling of having a “whole” family at Christmas time, which I had been praying for for years. God has blessed me greatly.
I got Daniel a snowboard for Christmas, and his mother helped me out with the rest of the “snow” package. I was excited for her because she never surprises anyone, but we did it this year together. I always assumed she just didn’t like to surprise anyone, but it was just that she thinks it’s too hard to do. I love surprises! (and being surprised. Like, one of my dreams is for someone, some year, to throw me a surprise party.) I hate it when someone knows what I bought them for Christmas or their birthday already. She surprised me, by getting me the other snowboard that Joey was selling. So, Daniel and I spent New Year’s Eve up on Beech Mountain. I actually did a good job this time, and it was a blast! Afterwards we came back, picked up our baby from the wonderful grandparents, and went to the Clements for the last hour of the year and to ring in 2011. It was wonderful.
Speaking of the Clements. I also got to see Tori for part of the break, which I am happy about. I am glad she came back for a while. Sad it was early due to the passing away of her grandfather, but happy he is healed and in Heaven now. I don’t know her nearly as well as I once did when we were just two little girls poking fun at her older brother, but I am still glad I got to see her. Oh, and I’m super happy she is back in Texas seeking what God wants her to do next. Go, Tori! Enjoy your bohops! Twice.
Speaking of friends, I was going to do this awesome thing in December and write a bunch of thank you notes to friends I am grateful for. I only did it with one, and that was yesterday. I intend to do it again. Nothing bad came of it, and she said it made her day. I love my best friend, Chibi. I would not be who I am without having spent the last 7 years as her friend. She’s wonderful. I guess I will just take all of 2011 to write all of those notes. 🙂
Oh. Well, there’s more, and it was awesome, but I am gonna hit the hay. Night.