Little Man!

I love sleepers!! And I love cuddly babies!

Are you interested in birth?

Probably not, but if so there is a new website called oneworldbirth that is awesome! Wanted to share the link to one video I specifically liked:

http://www.oneworldbirth.net/videos/the-solution/what-is-the-solution/

playing together

Against my better judgement I went and grabbed the video camera instead of asking Ian to close the curtain on the splashing children. Too cute to miss:


This one is long, but I thought it was so cute. Mary always wants to go into Noah's crib when he wakes up. So I put her in and went to start getting lunch ready. I heard them making similar noises and then cracking up, so I grabbed the camera and went to see what was up. They start making the noises again a little after the 1 minute mark.

To brighten your day...

I can never get enough:

Talking

Mary talks a lot now. I mean A LOT. She asks questions almost constantly. And the same ones over and over. I realized that a lot of the time I just tune her out. At least until she's asked the question for the 7th time and has gotten really loud. It will be like, "mommy do you see the truck? MOMMY DO YOU SEE THE TRUCK???" And that's after she's already asked if I've seen every other car and bus on the way.

A couple posts ago I talked about how my kids are equal to me in value and dignity. Well, while we were driving (and I was ignoring a series of questions similar to above) it occurred to me that I really need to practice the "equal" thing and not just think it in my head. Her voice is equally important, so I want to make it a new goal to not ignore her. Or even just communicate that yes, I do see that truck, and for now she doesn't need to ask if I see any more of them. Who knows if it will work.

Sometimes I find myself repeating out loud that she is equal to me. I heard Wayne Grudem talk about how he did this with his wife once while she was sleeping, so I thought I would try it with Mary. It's easy to just think, 'I'm the parent, I can do what I want.' But God didn't make me her parent because I'm super mom or because I'm incredibly intelligent and more able to do the job than anyone else. He just made me her mom because that was what he wanted to do. He wanted to bless me with her. It's about Him not me. So I'm feeling a fresh challenge to treat her as my equal in value and dignity. Just thought I'd share:)