Sunday, November 30, 2008

Mr. Independent

Ethan dressed himself for church this morning....


Navy blue fleece pants, green t-shirt, baseball hat, classed up with an airplane tie. He was quite a hit.


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

BUNK BED & 25 Weeks


We are still quite a work in progress, but Ethan's room got a good start today! He is SO excited to sleep in his bunk bed (I, on the other hand, am REALLY nervous about it...). He loves, loves, loves his desk and has been playing "office" all night. We are excited for him to be getting his own little work space!

**He had a "great idea"---"I know, you could move your computer onto my desk in my room, then if you need to check your email, you can come in!"


The walls look gray, but they are actually blue.


Ethan wanted me to take this picture of him "sleeping". He made the snoring noises to go along with it.

25 weeks...34 inches...hope that's growth, not bloat (I didn't measure until last thing before bed)


Off topic****How come nobody told me that the turkey takes TWO to FIVE days to defrost??? I hope a warm turkey bath tomorrow takes care of it!****

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Ethan Fall & 24 Weeks








We were out all day today doing errands...does it show?? ;)

33.25 inches

Friday, November 14, 2008

Psalm 28

I had been meaning to post about this since October 28. I can't help but declare God's hand in our lives, and my heart is overwhelmed with His tendermercies.

The first two verses of Psalm 28 are written:
To You I will cry, O LORD my Rock;
Do not be silent to me,
Lest, if You are silent to me,
I become like those who go down to the pit.
Hear the voice of my supplications when I cry to You,
When I lift up my hands toward Your holy sanctuary.


In the margin of my Bible, I have these verses highlighted with a note that says, "August 28, 2007--Crying out to conceive". It had already been over a year and a half at that point that we had tried to add a new member to our family, and I had had one miscarriage. There were times it was hard to trust in God and know that He had a plan for us, but I truly had no where else to go. Only He can create life; no matter what we tried, it was out of our hands. I had to force myself to trust in the love of Him who knows better than me.

I hadn't returned to these verses in some time, that I can think of. When I sat on the morning of October 28, 2008, just a few weeks ago, I read this Psalm again. I swelled with tears when I got to the end of the Psalm:

Blessed be the LORD,
Because He has heard the voice of my supplications!
The LORD is my strength and my shield;
My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped;
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices,
And with my song I will praise Him.


In the margin next to these verses, I have a note: "October 28, 2008--Rejoicing in worship b/c HE answers!" There were times in this journey of waiting that I felt like I could slip into a pit because of my own desperation and disappointment, especially after my second miscarriage at the beginning of this year. The amazing and wonderful thing that I'm experiencing is that God really can and does wipe away the tears. He is the God of the impossible, able to do what no human can, which is to redeem the moments of our lives for His glory. Praise to Jesus for dying on the cross to overcome death and sin for those who will trust and believe in Him, making it possible to have joy in the midst of sorrow because in the end, He is the Overcomer and the Victor, and He is gracious enough to share that with His children.

Thank you, God, for giving me "beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning" (Isaiah 61:3). "You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me in gladness, to the end that my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever" Psalm 30:11-12.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

23 Weeks

The babies are growing so quickly! I can't believe I'm 23 weeks pregnant today. That means I will (hopefully) have at least 13 weeks and a maximum of probably 15 weeks left (if I deliver between 36 and 38 weeks). I feel GREAT....it's that wonderful honeymoon stage of pregnancy--no more sickness and not too gigantic that I feel like I can't move around....for the most part. By evening, I'm more bloated and tired and sometimes uncomfortable, not to mention the heartburn. I love me some Tums!

The best part of this stage is getting to watch and feel my little ones jiggle around. I think the one on my right continues to be more active than the one on my left, but it could just be how they are positioned. The baby on my right is higher up, so she can almost tickle my ribs, while the baby on my left is low and I can hardly see her move when she kicks low (my big belly hides her). Sometimes, though, I can't tell who is who bouncing around in there.

My next appointment is Friday, but it's a boring one--blood pressure and measurements. My next appointment after that should be two weeks later and will be a sonogram to see how they are growing. I can't wait!




32.5 inches!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Conviction and Confession

Two of our rules relevant to this post are 1. Potty talk is reserved for the bathroom only and 2. We shoot things, not people.

Ethan just came to me with a serious little face.

"Mom, sometimes I can't control my words."

"What did you say?"

"Well, I said something and I couldn't control my words."

"What did you say when you couldn't control your words?"

Sweet, serious face:
"Well, I was at school and I was shooting the walls (with an imaginary, invisible shooter from his hand) and I said 'poops'."

Somebody should have given me a hundred dollars for keeping a straight face.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

More Disney Pics

More pics that Awesome Auntie Lisa sent. They are formatted weird b/c I took them straight from the Snapfish album...but what are ya gonna do?


Our first ride was the Tea Cups. Ethan giggling was the best part. Watching him stagger when he got off was the second best part :)









Fun Grandma and Grandpa!




Chris and his parents in a giant clam. This was a seating debacle.












Wonderful Auntie Lisa. Isn't she pretty??



I won't say I didn't get heckled by my husband when this parade dance was done...as I reseated myself in the wheelchair...











The People Mover "Roller Coaster".....Ethan's still into it. G-pa...not so much.












Don't Say That WORD!!!

Four-year-old vaccinations STINK---just as much for the Mommy and Daddy as the little guy :(

We had brought up the issue of "shots" several weeks ago when we were preparing Ethan for his flu shot. It wasn't a pretty sight. I think his last shot was over a year ago, but he still had a strong reaction to even the mention of a shot. Luckily, his flu shot was nixed and he got the mist instead.

Today, we decided to forgo the anxiety of a pep-talk and just let the shots unroll. He was still awfully suspicious, though. He kept insisting that he DID NOT want a shot. This morning, he came up with a great plan. Through almost-there tears, he said, "Don't say that word!" as if not mentioning it at the doctors would make her forget all about it.

He did fantastic at his appointment. He looked dang cute in the little paper gown :) At the very end, the nurse finally arrived with the goods. He knew. It was SO SAD. He asked me why they were getting the band-aids out, and that's when I broke the news to him. It was instant tears and intensity.....and I got blamed for it----"I told you not to say that word!!!!" These were the worst shots Chris and I had to comfort our baby for. Gosh, I am choking back my tears now just thinking about it :( Four shots. Stinks.

He seemed to recover pretty quick. By the time he picked out his Sponge Bob pencil topper and Spider Man sticker, he was back to normal. At least we got a Chuck E. Cheese afternoon out of the deal. And I got to see my man play the Johnny Nero Action Hero game again :)

No more vaccines until about age 11. Phew! By that time, maybe it'll come in a mist or patch form!