Living in a foreign country has its downfalls. One of those being the inability to take some kind of security in an ambulance service, 9-1-1 advice, etc.. etc.. The reality of three small children - all of them boys - can stretch your faith a little in this area of every day life. I try not to think about it too much (even though I am freaky when it comes to rough and tumble play - only with respect to broken necks! - I am fine with potential broken bones as long as they aren't necks!) This week my heart has leapt out of my chest on two occasions.
First occasion. Monday. Mommy has this great idea to prepare a picnic lunch for the kids and their friends. We choose a shady spot under a tree...where the gardener just so happens to be pruning a tree. No big deal, so I thought. He was nearly done anyway...and we were all sitting on the blanket, enjoying a delicious watermelon! As the picnic winds down the kids run off to play...under the tree...where the gardener is now finished pruning and is sweeping up his results. One of the neighbor boys decides to grab the extra broom to try and remove whatever that thing is he sees up in the tree. My back is to this scene and I am in conversation with a friend of mine....suddenly there are several screams and I turn to see Chase running towards me, crying loudly, and the kids yelling about the large machetti (sp?) knife that fell out of the tree. The sharp point of it clipped Chase, millimeters from his right eye. It could have been so bad. He bled a bit, cried some. But thankfully is just fine. And I am too :)
Second occasion. Today. I am packing boxes for our move. Front door is open as all three boys are playing outside. Chase innocently leaves his little bike right in front of the steps. Reece screams, "Mommy - Pierce!!!!!!" I come running to see the poor baby laid out on steps, with the bike on top of him. He instantly has 2 huge bumps that are blue and swelling and a scrape to go with it. We were so scared and he was sooooo mad at us for trying to control the swelling with ice. But the ice and the special homeopathic cream from our neighbor friend brought the swelling down incredibly! Best guess is he tried to pull up on the bike and it rolled ahead down the steps, taking him with it. He is just fine. After he calmed down his silly self came back and we knew he was alright....with a few big bruises to show off!
Wow, we realize how quickly things can happen. I have had my fill of close calls for a while. I think I would like to update myself with a new First Aide/CPR course!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Just for Laughs
One of my favorite sounds in the world is hearing my kids' laughter...especially the deep laughter that comes from way down within. It is contagious and absolutely brightens my day and lights up my life. I was able to capture Piersen in a rather ticklish moment and just had to get it on audio tape. He usually doesn't like to perform for the camera so I chose to go undercover and leave the lens cap on. Hope this beautiful sound fills you with joy!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
The Power of Choice
Having the opportunity to choose is a powerful thing. I have used the idea of giving my kids "choices" as a way to give them a little control in their lives - even if it means they are choosing between two things that will both result in obedience, it tends to flow more freely when they are allowed to have a choice.
I can remember early thoughts in my Christian walk of how essential it is to understand that God gives us the freedom of choice. He does not force Himself upon us and demand our love or our obedience as though we were robots....He offers us the choice. The choice to follow Him. The choice to trust His ways. The choice to accept His gifts of grace, redemption, love. How much more rewarding to receive when it was given through the freedom of choice.
Today, my thoughts have been centered around a song that has become very special to me...and reminds me what I am called to choose on this day. It talks about life and its good and its bad - that in both scenarios, God is praiseworthy. The song is called "Blessed Be Your Name". The first time I heard this song, several years ago, I was impacted by the idea "He gives and takes away, He gives and takes away" - it made me think that I didn't really understand that concept in a deeply personal way. Time has since passed. Life has thrown some curve balls at me. Those very same lines of the song impact me now in a very different way...as does this line...."when there is pain in the offering, blessed be your name" and "my heart will choose to say, blessed be your name".
Again, the power of choice. It can make all the difference in how my day goes - what do I choose - in spite of circumstances, in spite of emotions, in spite of good or bad...what am I choosing? There is a lot of power in each choice.
So today... I walk on with the knowledge that sometimes all that makes sense is to choose. Today I choose...
* to say blessed be the name of the Lord
* to trust even when I do not understand
* to take the higher road when my natural tendency is to want to be reactionary
* to remember that life and growth is a process and it is okay to be exactly where I am today, as long as I desire to continue on in this journey
* to rest in God's grace
I am thankful today for this song and for the power of choice.
Blessed be your name
In the land that is plentiful
Where your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be your name
Blessed be your name
When I am found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wildnerness
Blessed be your name
Every blessing you pour out
I'll turn back to praise
And when the darkness closes in Lord
Still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name
Blessed be your name
when the sun's shining down on me
when the world's all as it should be
Blessed be your name
Blessed be your name
on the road marked with suffering
though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be your name
Every blessing you pour out
I'll turn back to praise
And when the darkness closes in Lord
Still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name
You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, Blessed be your name
I can remember early thoughts in my Christian walk of how essential it is to understand that God gives us the freedom of choice. He does not force Himself upon us and demand our love or our obedience as though we were robots....He offers us the choice. The choice to follow Him. The choice to trust His ways. The choice to accept His gifts of grace, redemption, love. How much more rewarding to receive when it was given through the freedom of choice.
Today, my thoughts have been centered around a song that has become very special to me...and reminds me what I am called to choose on this day. It talks about life and its good and its bad - that in both scenarios, God is praiseworthy. The song is called "Blessed Be Your Name". The first time I heard this song, several years ago, I was impacted by the idea "He gives and takes away, He gives and takes away" - it made me think that I didn't really understand that concept in a deeply personal way. Time has since passed. Life has thrown some curve balls at me. Those very same lines of the song impact me now in a very different way...as does this line...."when there is pain in the offering, blessed be your name" and "my heart will choose to say, blessed be your name".
Again, the power of choice. It can make all the difference in how my day goes - what do I choose - in spite of circumstances, in spite of emotions, in spite of good or bad...what am I choosing? There is a lot of power in each choice.
So today... I walk on with the knowledge that sometimes all that makes sense is to choose. Today I choose...
* to say blessed be the name of the Lord
* to trust even when I do not understand
* to take the higher road when my natural tendency is to want to be reactionary
* to remember that life and growth is a process and it is okay to be exactly where I am today, as long as I desire to continue on in this journey
* to rest in God's grace
I am thankful today for this song and for the power of choice.
Blessed be your name
In the land that is plentiful
Where your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be your name
Blessed be your name
When I am found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wildnerness
Blessed be your name
Every blessing you pour out
I'll turn back to praise
And when the darkness closes in Lord
Still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name
Blessed be your name
when the sun's shining down on me
when the world's all as it should be
Blessed be your name
Blessed be your name
on the road marked with suffering
though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be your name
Every blessing you pour out
I'll turn back to praise
And when the darkness closes in Lord
Still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name
You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, Blessed be your name
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Feelings...
And here comes another post that will more than likely be "hidden" from the public to see but will surely be very healing for me to get out and express. Someday I will include the posts about this precious baby in the printout of the blog. It only seems fitting to place it here - along the other news and events of our family life! Thank you to Benjy for opening the tap of emotions that were welling up inside me with nowhere to go. His written thoughts unleashed the deadness within me and gave me the inclination to follow his leadership and sit down here and express it.
I struggle back and forth - back and forth - between wanting all of our friends to know the bitter pain I feel in my heart over the loss of our second sweet baby this weekend. I want all to pray, to feel with me, to mourn with us. To know that there was pure joy for those few weeks of anticipation of another in our family. It seems almost unfair that no one celebrated in our news - that in some small way it has stolen the validity of his or her short life. That he or she was very much alive and well in our hopes, our dreams for our family. Although way too short - still very much real! And now gone - leaving emptiness, sadness, questions, and aloneness. I want all to know how my heart is wrenching with sadness at the loss of so many things that were tied up in this new life. At the same time I don't want anyone to know. It is my pain. It is our loss. I don't want the attempts to comfort, to offer advice or compassion. I want to hide and be alone so maybe it is all the better that the world isn't writing and calling. Who knows.....my feelings are contradictory and uncontrolled - extreme and dead at the same time. Forgive me for those - they will heal, I believe that....but for the moment, I will let them out as they choose to come....
I sense the need to record the moments of the weekend - to reserve them for my heart - to reaffirm that they occured - and to assign reality to this small life that will no longer make a mark on our family than a few short weeks. Perhaps that is a huge understatement...maybe the impact of his or her being will influence us in deep and profound ways - more than I can ever anticipate today. There will be no first baby pictures, no name given and announced to the world, no milestones, no sibling bonds, but maybe I am too hurt and shortsighted right now to know how these last two lives lost are forming and shaping our lives from the heavens. I am certain I have no idea. And that's okay - I have learned this much in the past 6 months - there aren't always answers on this side!
So our Friday morning appointment was scheduled out of our desire to know that all was progressing well with this little one. I was in my 10th week of pregnancy - approaching 11 on Monday. I felt good - days of naseau - tiredness - but overall feeling well. My thankfulness for those minor pregnancy symptoms encouraged me greatly...and I felt confident entering that ultrasound room. All three boys were with us due to the plans for the day and the lack of time to do a bunch of extra transporting. We expected Reece to be aware of what was happening and naturally, he didn't disappoint. As soon as we entered the ultrasound room, he stated, "ahhhh, I know what this is - they are going to take a picture of Mommy's tummy....is there a baby in there?!" We didn't really address his question but Chase was quick to chime in..."I really hope it is another brother because Piersen needs a friend to speak english to him". When Dr. Guzman entered, he was quick to get to work and said, "well, let's see how this baby is coming along". And once again - with too eery of a similarity, he placed the wand on my tummy and I knew in an instant that the impossible had just happened - we had lost another child. There was no movement, no heartbeat - the doctor looked and searched but I didn't even voice the question to him. I knew. I motioned to Benjy "no" and my emotions shut off..... Though many tears flowed in the hours that followed. Perhaps the most impacting moment in all of this was the late night conversation shared between my incredible husband and myself. Wrapped in his tender embrace we just let it all out - our questions, our doubts, our anger, our fears. I loved that we both felt the freedom to unleash all we felt - not needing to qualify our extreme statements over and over again - just trusting each others complete lack of judgement or sense in the rawness of the moment. What a beautiful gift to have a relationship like this - thank you God for the most amazing man to share this complicated journey with me called life. That together we have experienced the most intimate moments of both extremes of the journey - the joy and the grief....
Saturday morning was the scheduled D&C. I did not want to wake up and face the reality of the day and prolonged it as long as I could. I anticipated insensitive nursing staff and was pleasantly suprised to encounter compassionate and kind people. My tears were much freer this time and I think the rawness of another experience so close in time won over my attempts to be strong. The anesthesiologist was one of the kindest men I have ever seen in such a clinical setting - he reassured me that he would work quickly and allow me to recover away from the new mom's who'd be recovering from delivering a new life into the world. He asked me about my loss, was it my first...I explained we had lost a baby in February. He asked about my children at home. In my state of mind, I inconveniently confused the words "caballeros" and "varones" to explain to him we had "3 cabrones en casa". He chuckled and I quickly realized I had stated we had three little assholes at home! Perhaps my internal anger was seeking an escape!!! I tried to smoothly redeem myself but needed my loving husband to re-state to him later what I had meant to say. The doc wittingly responded that sometimes there is no difference between a gentleman and an asshole. This language blunder provided some comic relief!
When I came out of sedation, I was really tired but back in my room, with Benjy at my side. He told me that he had some of the remains of the baby right there in the room (we are deciding if we want to do testing to find out what went wrong, and they unexpectedly asked Benjy to carry it to the lab). He waited until I was fully back and showed me our little one. I held that clear container - and looked and looked for any resemblence of anything. I knew there would not be - but I hoped if I looked long enough I would see something. It was a strange yet sacred moment - holding the physical remains of our sweet baby and feeling incredibly thankful that his or her Daddy had the opportunity to be the last to hold his little one. In some ways, maybe too psychotic - but yet us humans are very attached to the physical - and this symbolic moment provided some closure in my heart and mind. I had desired it when we lost the first baby but it was not given to me. I was thankful for the chance this time around, even knowing that the soul of our child had long disappeared to be with Jesus.
We stopped at the gift shop to buy a small teddy bear - as we have done to welcome each new child into our family. With our last loss and this one, a teddy bear and a small ultrasound photo of a very small baby are the only physical things left to hold on to. We had bought a bonzai tree for the last baby - symbolizing life and new hope - but my horrible green thumb has not allowed that pretty little tree to survive.... needless to say, we didn't spend money on another one :( I chose a small white bear with pink trimmings. It is smallest of all the bears, I think because it seems like it was only a breath of time that this baby was even with us. Although my sense was not super strong, I wonder if this would have been our first little girl. I think so. Our little Emersyn Grace (although we had not completely decided if that would be her name) But now we will have to await eternity to find out who both of these babies are....
And today, the day after, I feel numb. It doesn't seem real. I finally let out some tears this afternoon when Benjy shared his thoughts with me. I feel trapped between so many feelings. I want to rest in the moment and not worry about the future or how our family will proceed or whether we will just be us 5. It doesn't need to be all figured out right now - maybe because I feel so many questions, I want to answer something....yet I know it is not the time to answer anything. I struggle deep within with feelings of incompleteness to end our family growth with 2 losses. How could we end like this? But how can I try again? The decision feels much huger now than it did when Piersen was little and I would think ahead to our family. There is so much more to it now than there was after 3 simple and joy filled experiences. I was good at having babies - great pregnancies, great deliveries, great recoveries. "That girl was born to have babies" - well maybe that season in my life is over. Maybe not. Perhaps I will just have to accept that time will tell.
I need peace to rest in the goodness of my life now and to fully feel the whole range of emotions. I want the freedom to laugh with my boys and also cry in an instant. I want to give myself that permission to feel, to heal...even when there is little I understand. I do not know if I should call it anger - but I want this obstacle I feel in my view of God to disappear. I want to trust that He feels my pain and wants to listen to me...even though I find it so hard to talk to Him today. I trust it is a process and that time will change me and my heart. I want to guard against guilt, against over analyzing, against dwelling too much on what we should have or could have done different. I want to remind myself over and over again that we did and will continue to do all that we really can - and that is to place our children in God's hands and trust. I tried to do that with this little one, with the last one - just like I did with the three before. For some reason, that same trust didn't deliver the same results. But my faith tells me, even though today my heart doesn't, that that is not the fault of the Father. He is still trustworthy. Although that is so hard...that is reality. I will choose today to continue to trust. I will trust Reece Samuel, Chase Lambert, and Piersen Benjamin into those same loving hands....as I will my two unborn souls to my Father's care.
Telling It Over Again
In each re-telling
there comes a little bit of healing,
a little more acceptance
of the reality of our loss.
In each re-telling
there comes another acknowledgement,
of the uniqueness of the personhood
of our precious missing child.
In each re-telling
there comes a little less uncertainty,
a little more internal peace
of the finality of their death.
In each re-telling
there comes a greater recognition,
an important affirmation
of the memories we hold dear.
In each re-telling
we seek a patient audience,
who'll graciously accept our need
to tell them one more time.
(c) Miriam Blake 1997
I struggle back and forth - back and forth - between wanting all of our friends to know the bitter pain I feel in my heart over the loss of our second sweet baby this weekend. I want all to pray, to feel with me, to mourn with us. To know that there was pure joy for those few weeks of anticipation of another in our family. It seems almost unfair that no one celebrated in our news - that in some small way it has stolen the validity of his or her short life. That he or she was very much alive and well in our hopes, our dreams for our family. Although way too short - still very much real! And now gone - leaving emptiness, sadness, questions, and aloneness. I want all to know how my heart is wrenching with sadness at the loss of so many things that were tied up in this new life. At the same time I don't want anyone to know. It is my pain. It is our loss. I don't want the attempts to comfort, to offer advice or compassion. I want to hide and be alone so maybe it is all the better that the world isn't writing and calling. Who knows.....my feelings are contradictory and uncontrolled - extreme and dead at the same time. Forgive me for those - they will heal, I believe that....but for the moment, I will let them out as they choose to come....
I sense the need to record the moments of the weekend - to reserve them for my heart - to reaffirm that they occured - and to assign reality to this small life that will no longer make a mark on our family than a few short weeks. Perhaps that is a huge understatement...maybe the impact of his or her being will influence us in deep and profound ways - more than I can ever anticipate today. There will be no first baby pictures, no name given and announced to the world, no milestones, no sibling bonds, but maybe I am too hurt and shortsighted right now to know how these last two lives lost are forming and shaping our lives from the heavens. I am certain I have no idea. And that's okay - I have learned this much in the past 6 months - there aren't always answers on this side!
So our Friday morning appointment was scheduled out of our desire to know that all was progressing well with this little one. I was in my 10th week of pregnancy - approaching 11 on Monday. I felt good - days of naseau - tiredness - but overall feeling well. My thankfulness for those minor pregnancy symptoms encouraged me greatly...and I felt confident entering that ultrasound room. All three boys were with us due to the plans for the day and the lack of time to do a bunch of extra transporting. We expected Reece to be aware of what was happening and naturally, he didn't disappoint. As soon as we entered the ultrasound room, he stated, "ahhhh, I know what this is - they are going to take a picture of Mommy's tummy....is there a baby in there?!" We didn't really address his question but Chase was quick to chime in..."I really hope it is another brother because Piersen needs a friend to speak english to him". When Dr. Guzman entered, he was quick to get to work and said, "well, let's see how this baby is coming along". And once again - with too eery of a similarity, he placed the wand on my tummy and I knew in an instant that the impossible had just happened - we had lost another child. There was no movement, no heartbeat - the doctor looked and searched but I didn't even voice the question to him. I knew. I motioned to Benjy "no" and my emotions shut off..... Though many tears flowed in the hours that followed. Perhaps the most impacting moment in all of this was the late night conversation shared between my incredible husband and myself. Wrapped in his tender embrace we just let it all out - our questions, our doubts, our anger, our fears. I loved that we both felt the freedom to unleash all we felt - not needing to qualify our extreme statements over and over again - just trusting each others complete lack of judgement or sense in the rawness of the moment. What a beautiful gift to have a relationship like this - thank you God for the most amazing man to share this complicated journey with me called life. That together we have experienced the most intimate moments of both extremes of the journey - the joy and the grief....
Saturday morning was the scheduled D&C. I did not want to wake up and face the reality of the day and prolonged it as long as I could. I anticipated insensitive nursing staff and was pleasantly suprised to encounter compassionate and kind people. My tears were much freer this time and I think the rawness of another experience so close in time won over my attempts to be strong. The anesthesiologist was one of the kindest men I have ever seen in such a clinical setting - he reassured me that he would work quickly and allow me to recover away from the new mom's who'd be recovering from delivering a new life into the world. He asked me about my loss, was it my first...I explained we had lost a baby in February. He asked about my children at home. In my state of mind, I inconveniently confused the words "caballeros" and "varones" to explain to him we had "3 cabrones en casa". He chuckled and I quickly realized I had stated we had three little assholes at home! Perhaps my internal anger was seeking an escape!!! I tried to smoothly redeem myself but needed my loving husband to re-state to him later what I had meant to say. The doc wittingly responded that sometimes there is no difference between a gentleman and an asshole. This language blunder provided some comic relief!
When I came out of sedation, I was really tired but back in my room, with Benjy at my side. He told me that he had some of the remains of the baby right there in the room (we are deciding if we want to do testing to find out what went wrong, and they unexpectedly asked Benjy to carry it to the lab). He waited until I was fully back and showed me our little one. I held that clear container - and looked and looked for any resemblence of anything. I knew there would not be - but I hoped if I looked long enough I would see something. It was a strange yet sacred moment - holding the physical remains of our sweet baby and feeling incredibly thankful that his or her Daddy had the opportunity to be the last to hold his little one. In some ways, maybe too psychotic - but yet us humans are very attached to the physical - and this symbolic moment provided some closure in my heart and mind. I had desired it when we lost the first baby but it was not given to me. I was thankful for the chance this time around, even knowing that the soul of our child had long disappeared to be with Jesus.
We stopped at the gift shop to buy a small teddy bear - as we have done to welcome each new child into our family. With our last loss and this one, a teddy bear and a small ultrasound photo of a very small baby are the only physical things left to hold on to. We had bought a bonzai tree for the last baby - symbolizing life and new hope - but my horrible green thumb has not allowed that pretty little tree to survive.... needless to say, we didn't spend money on another one :( I chose a small white bear with pink trimmings. It is smallest of all the bears, I think because it seems like it was only a breath of time that this baby was even with us. Although my sense was not super strong, I wonder if this would have been our first little girl. I think so. Our little Emersyn Grace (although we had not completely decided if that would be her name) But now we will have to await eternity to find out who both of these babies are....
And today, the day after, I feel numb. It doesn't seem real. I finally let out some tears this afternoon when Benjy shared his thoughts with me. I feel trapped between so many feelings. I want to rest in the moment and not worry about the future or how our family will proceed or whether we will just be us 5. It doesn't need to be all figured out right now - maybe because I feel so many questions, I want to answer something....yet I know it is not the time to answer anything. I struggle deep within with feelings of incompleteness to end our family growth with 2 losses. How could we end like this? But how can I try again? The decision feels much huger now than it did when Piersen was little and I would think ahead to our family. There is so much more to it now than there was after 3 simple and joy filled experiences. I was good at having babies - great pregnancies, great deliveries, great recoveries. "That girl was born to have babies" - well maybe that season in my life is over. Maybe not. Perhaps I will just have to accept that time will tell.
I need peace to rest in the goodness of my life now and to fully feel the whole range of emotions. I want the freedom to laugh with my boys and also cry in an instant. I want to give myself that permission to feel, to heal...even when there is little I understand. I do not know if I should call it anger - but I want this obstacle I feel in my view of God to disappear. I want to trust that He feels my pain and wants to listen to me...even though I find it so hard to talk to Him today. I trust it is a process and that time will change me and my heart. I want to guard against guilt, against over analyzing, against dwelling too much on what we should have or could have done different. I want to remind myself over and over again that we did and will continue to do all that we really can - and that is to place our children in God's hands and trust. I tried to do that with this little one, with the last one - just like I did with the three before. For some reason, that same trust didn't deliver the same results. But my faith tells me, even though today my heart doesn't, that that is not the fault of the Father. He is still trustworthy. Although that is so hard...that is reality. I will choose today to continue to trust. I will trust Reece Samuel, Chase Lambert, and Piersen Benjamin into those same loving hands....as I will my two unborn souls to my Father's care.
Telling It Over Again
In each re-telling
there comes a little bit of healing,
a little more acceptance
of the reality of our loss.
In each re-telling
there comes another acknowledgement,
of the uniqueness of the personhood
of our precious missing child.
In each re-telling
there comes a little less uncertainty,
a little more internal peace
of the finality of their death.
In each re-telling
there comes a greater recognition,
an important affirmation
of the memories we hold dear.
In each re-telling
we seek a patient audience,
who'll graciously accept our need
to tell them one more time.
(c) Miriam Blake 1997
Saturday, July 12, 2008
"The Cutest Boys in Town"
Ever since Reece was a little guy, we would sing him this song about him being....the cutest, cutest, cutest boy in town (and he would always sing the word "town" along with us). Since the family has grown, we naturally have changed the song to be plural - we've got the cutest boyS in town! Now Chase sings along with us and before long Piersen will too! I think the words to the song are true!!! Proof: I have captured some cute every day play shots of the boys and I can't resist sharing them with you...enjoy!
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
School's Out
Reece is officially on summer break and passed through Kinder II with flying colors. We are proud of our boy - he has grown and changed so much since we dropped him off those first days, crying and clinging to my leg. He spent those first weeks and maybe even months checking everyone and everything out - soaking in the language differences - and pretty much standing back being quiet. When it was his time, he adjusted and gained his confidence and took off. Awhile ago his teacher told us he is a different boy - no longer quiet and shy (I think it was her gentle way of sending the message that he was causing a few minor disruptions by being funny with his friends in class) He made so many good friends and we are amazed at how natural it is for him to speak spanish! He has begun to read and write and is just a great kid!
Now it is on to Kinder III (what everyone in our culture would call Kindergarten!). His little brother Chase is gearing up to head into Kinder I and I think the idea is becoming a little more acceptable to him everyday. He will have a lot of fun and is pretty proud that he gets to be upstairs with the big kids (I honestly think that when he realized this it made all the difference in the world in his willingness to go! funny boy!)
So....I am enjoying the happy moments in our home with these two big brothers playing together. They can create the most interesting games and are pretty creative! Sure, it can erupt quickly, but let's just focus on the harmonious play that does raise its pretty little head too! It will be really different to have them both at school in August (they start the 18th) so I am trying to remind myself to make this a special summer for all of us! It has been rainey all week and so we haven't had much outdoor time together....but we are brainstorming lots of arts and crafts to keep us entertained. Any fun suggestions - send them my way please!!!
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