Archive for September, 2015

Looking to the Skies: Lunar

Sunday, September 27th, 2015

Gen 1:14

And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years: And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so.

2015-09-27 19.58.12How fun to see the beautiful eclipse tonight! The next time the moon looks like this will be 2033. What will we be doing then? I imagine what the kids will be up to those years from now, how their dynamics will strengthen as their interests develop…well, I hope that’s how it goes: that they grow closer, not further apart.

The truth here really, is that we’re not just looking up to see the really awesome lunar eclipse tonight; we’re recognizing God’s beautiful creation. At the moment I wasn’t thinking about that, but as I turned back to my clean up that remained from a hasty morning I reflected on the maker of all of this. He ordains the times and the seasons, knowing before we even see for ourselves the magnitude of what he has in store. Even when situations feel heavy, how wonderful it is to know that this Creator sees the beginning, middle and end all at once and with that knows how everything will come even.

Tonight’s been a blessing. Fellowship with family this afternoon was a much needed uplifting experience, and as I close off with praise in my heart, I have a big hefty, “God’s got this” that’ll ride me through into Monday, and far beyond because he knows that journey towards 2033 is, I’m just to follow his guiding loving will day by day trusting and living in His peace that surpasses all understanding (Phil 4:7).

Oh! Three more amazing sky scenes to mark down for 2015:

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Our God is an awesome God!

patchwork storms

Saturday, September 26th, 2015

fe3a0b56e2705513ff11e7db9e985807I took the day off. Yes. Of course I saw my housework mounting around me, and knew I’d have to come to it. I couldn’t come write about treasuring babyhood moments, since those are passed by.

There’s sadness and moving forward happening in my heart that was an uninvited whirlwind. Right now I’m soaking up the fact that it’s arrival and passing may take me a little bit to gather, and tuck away of course.

Today I took the day off to reflect, grieve just a tad, and watch the rain outside my window. I took a picture of the moon rising, following the gorgeous late September sunset, while I sat and felt like a patchwork goose who had been taken into the game that she didn’t ask for. The grand scheme: the be a better stronger person, or that’s how I see it. A leader and a follower, perhaps a vigilant participant. Much like the game of Duck Duck Goose.

National Daughters Day

Friday, September 25th, 2015

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESToday is official National Daughter’s day, so I just want to celebrate by putting in a picture of my two girls who I get to be with every day, AJ and Cath, of course starting with a picture of me and my man without whom I wouldn’t have these gorgeous dolls.

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Love Yourself

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2015

1aec2dadfb83bd12a1eed74f2223f511There are so many ways I worry about messing up my kids. One of them that I need to keep as an active project is giving them a positive inner voice. How’s that my job and how is it done? By loving myself. When I am at peace in my own spirit, I can act with greater ease with a calm correction and admonition in my time with the kids.

Can you go a couple days without saying negative things about yourself? I’m going to give it a go. The more pleasant and comfortable I am with myself, the more so they will speak in a worthwhile way to themselves and (hopefully) their siblings and classmates.

The girl who spoke

Monday, September 21st, 2015
AJ and I, 2014

AJ and I, 2014

AJ’s language transcends all. She’s love, she’s passion, she’s good day, she’s bad day, she’s smiles, she’s frowns, she’s her own person complete with a vocabulary that is her own.

She’s give enough English for those looking for it. If you’re searching for a Ukrainian language in her, I imagine that could be found as well. There are enough words spoken clearly that the listener assumes she can carry on a cohesive conversation, shortly realizing that her words become a repeated series of sounds or that blends together to just express emotion and follow the gist of where she was going. She ends by shrugging and saying, “See?”

Usually her attention isn’t lost. She continues to “talk” if she’s happy she’ll jump up and down, maintaining eye contact and shouting out sounds of jubilance. If she’s putting on a face of grumpiness she’ll put on a pout frown, hands on hips in a fist and huff through her nose, maybe even stomp her foot. The doctor recommended saying in response to either behavior, “I don’t understand. Use your words” She laughs, blows a raspberry and walks off with a smile on her face. As if to say, well, whatever words you want to insert. She’s not a brat, not any negative word you might assign to a manipulative person, she’s just AJ. The doctor suggested that her siblings may be just talking for her, getting her what she wants, knowing her unspoken words and complying with requests unknown to adults. Not true.

AJ does everything for herself. Picking clothes, getting the milk out of the refrigerator for a drink or pushing a chair over to select a snack. She feeds the cats and rabbits, helps me weed the garden and can bring you anything, complete little chores and really participate in games age appropriate that have simple rules. There seems to be nothing wrong with her vision or hearing.

Click here for my post about Abegayle’s birth. At meetings to evaluate children’s development they always ask about the birth and pregnancy. The answer on this fourth child, fifth pregnancy is, Normal. It was great. Painful, awesome and not too long. I went in with a big crampy belly and came out with a little red faced squirmy bundle of joy…and a big tummy, but that’s OK. AJ is all joy, perfect middle name. We love her dearly, just how she is.

Of course, we wouldn’t mind if she’d talk, at least be able to say everyone’s names. The only one she can say clearly is mine, and tries for Deeder, calling him “D” she calls herself “Girl” and holds up two fingers when asked how old she is, saying “A” clear as day. Language development? Not quite there for 3 1/2.

What I said about her talk transcending all languages. She can run up to someone who has English As A Second Language, give them a big hug and kiss, followed by her gorgeous smile and that’s all it takes to be fast friends forever. There’s no way of topping that. She’s gorgeous, delightful and treasured.