It’s Christmas!

 I was certain Christmas Eve that we wouldn’t need to stay up late getting presents finished and whatnot.  I was wrong.  We crawled in to bed at 1 on Christmas morning after doing finishing touches and making sure everything was ready.  That led to our traditional Christmas morning sleep in.  Malachi woke up at 6 to eat and then Mark and I waited impatiently on the other kids.  Except Ceili Rain.  She had crawled in to our bed at some point during the night and was wide awake at 6 ready to see her presents and enjoy celebrating the day.  By 7 we told her that if she woke up her brothers and sister that we could read about the birth of Christ and then open presents.  She popped out of the bed like it was on fire and got everyone up.  We sat on our landing upstairs and read What God Wants for Christmas and sleepy eyes soon became wide eyed.  And then the presents happened.

 I made something for each of the kids this year (and for Mark).  Zoe got an infinity scarf, Ceili Rain got a slouchy hat and the boys got survival bracelets in Bama colors (that included Mark because when I made them on Christmas eve he pouted until I did one for him).

 Note the bracelet and happy Liam.

Liam had asked for a real bow and arrow for Christmas and Ace let it be known about three days before Christmas that he wanted a real bow and arrow.  That was a little too late time and we had already scored these fun z-curve bows with foam arrows.  He was excited to have it but is now saving his money for a real one.

Malachi spent most of the morning wondering where his food was and why we were all up so early.

 Zoe has totally enjoyed her scarf and while we are experiencing some super warm weather, she has been able to wear it a couple of times.

 Let me tell ya about this doll.  It’s a Bitty Baby from The American Girl company.  I won an auction for it on ebay and it came with a matching dress for Ceili Rain.  She has been nicely asking for a Bitty Baby for a very long time (and I do mean nicely).  I was so excited to have been able to not only find her the doll but also one with a matching outfit.  Well, we waited a couple of weeks and it had not arrived here.  I checked online and discovered I had it sent to our old house address.  I was panicked.  We searched the house to see if it had been left and all I could think was that someone had stolen it.  Mark contacted the post office and they said it had been shipped back to a city 2 hours away to be shipped to our new address (which is about 15 minutes from our old house, mind you).  All this time I had been in touch with the seller to let her know my mistake and ask that she keep a look out and that we would gladly pay extra shipping should it come back to her.  She was very kind and amazingly generous.

The doll came a month later and not only had the seller shipped the doll and matching dresses, she had also included a Christmas outfit complete with headband and shoes!   Ceili Rain was thrilled!  Bitty Baby continues to go to church with us and she sleeps with her almost every night.  A win for the parents!

This isn’t pain.  This is a very, very happy Zoe who just got her first pair of fashion boots!  She had been eyeing mine for about a month.  She wears them everywhere!

 Mark has admired the old timey popcorn poppers for awhile.  I searched for one for him but could not find it anywhere until we went to a local grocery store and there it was (on sale too).    We always have a big breakfast for Christmas day and so, we did a light lunch of rice krispy treats, hot chocolate, popcorn and a movie.  Yum-my!  I told Mark that would be another tradition from now on.  Don’t worry, for supper we ate real food.

 Bryant was super happy with his hot chocolate.

For my present, I requested a fire pit. We hosted Mark’s work party at our house a couple of weeks in to December and I reflected on how nice it would be to have the fire pit and to be able to have the kids roast marshmallows. Mark has been watching a bunch of Duck Dynasty lately and taken a few lesson from Phil so his answer was, “Yes dear.”  It really didn’t take long to do and they finished it in less than a day (well, he did have to go back to get more stone).  I say “they” because he had lots of fun helpers.  I can not wait to finish expanding the patio out so we can have a nice place around the pit.

*No toddlers, young boys or young ladies were harmed in the making of this very fun and memorable Christmas day.

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Christmas with Ge & Granddaddy

After a few days with Papa and Grandmere and seeing and loving on and being loved on relatives over there, we headed out to Ge and Granddaddy’s house.  Aunt Yaya, Uncle J, and cousins J and E were there too.  Lots of play time and lots of cuddles all around.

Malachi’s fever was down by the time we got over to Ge and Granddaddy’s house but we noticed the rash on Sunday and the crankiness continued.  It was a very long visit for daddy and mama alike!  Regardless, we still enjoyed our family and watching the kids eyes light up at the gifts.

 Granddaddy is always the best seat in the house.
 Zoe started sewing lessons this year and loves them.  I’m excited to have a sewing companion now.

 My dear sister gave me the most adorable Bama Bear.  Love him!

 Aunt Yaya and family have discovered boomwhacker videos on youtube and Uncle Jay found them on a shopping trip.  He just knew we needed them.  Aunt Yaya said he pouted until she agreed to get them for our kids.  We thanked them immensely (sarcasm detected) and lamented that our payback had come.  We have no way to return the loud favor since their little ones aren’t little anymore and noisemakers are a thing of the past.  Oh well.

Ge asked Josiah what he wanted for Christmas and he said a train.  She said he was the only one of ours who actually told her what he wanted.  He was thrilled!

And still the best seat.  Even for a nap.  Bryant was cuddled with his granddaddy and we could tell he was fading fast so Mark grabbed him to put him down but he protested and granddaddy insisted.  So, back in the lap he went and they both had a nice little snooze.  Bryant loves his granddaddy.

Here is one sample of how to correctly use boomwhackers:


If that doesn’t satisfy your curiosity, then you should really just do a youtube search of boomwhackers!  You’ll be hooked.

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Christmas with Papa & Grandmere

 This year, we actually traveled to our families to celebrate Christmas.  We all had a wonderful time.  Okay, that’s not entirely true.  Malachi was grumpy.  He started running a fever the day before we left.  It got really high so before we left I took him to the doctor.  I always panic when I see the high fevers but then in my babies it usually turns out to be a simple virus.  Mainly, roseola.  And that was what it was.  Four days of fevers and then the fun rash all over his tummy and some on his face.  Unfortunately, it made him very, very grumpy.  He didn’t want to be put down but he didn’t want anyone but mommy or daddy and he didn’t want mommy or daddy to sit down.  It was sad to see that he couldn’t enjoy the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who wanted to dote on him.  We came home Christmas Eve and by late Christmas day he was his normal smiley self.

All that to say, our first travel stop was to Papa and Grandmere’s house.

The kids got a treat because Uncle D came down in his hot rod that he had built.  Honestly, that care was AWEsome!  The big kids got to ride in it and the little ones just enjoyed playing in it.

Adventures in Odyssey and tractors were also great treats!

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It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Yes, I know that Christmas was a few weeks ago, but this week (or at least until I get it all covered) is going to be dedicated to our celebrations!

Complete with baby cuteness!
Our tree was a bit small this year but we loved it.

We put our big nativity (the one my grandmother had painted) on the school shelf.  It just “happened” to be under the map of the world.  Everyone say John 3:16 now!  It was a great reminder to us that we need to share Christ with everyone.

Now get ready for the adorable bunches of Characters with wrapping paper, smiles, and fun!

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Double Digits! Oh my!

Zoe turned ten last month!  Be still my heart.  I keep looking at her thinking about the little baby, toddler, girl, she was and then I blink and see the young lady she is becoming!

We joined pinterest last year.  And by “we,” I mean Zoe and I.  It’s all too common for us to sit and oogle over the pinned items and for her to call out something she wants me to pin.

Her birthday cake was one of the first pins we had.

Yep. A tie dye cake. My sweet girl is all about colors and this was her request way back in our early pinterest days.

I was excited to try it but definitely a bit apprehensive.

But, try I did.  Here’s the result:

 We did a funky design on top hoping it would mix in to the cake.  It didn’t much but it was still fun to do.  I used a home made cake recipe and next time I’ll double it for a two layered round cake to make the layers thicker.

Here’s the top.  Gel colors.  So cool.

The inside.  Soooo yummy!  I also found a great buttercream icing recipe that didn’t require shortening (blech).

She voted for a duct tape party and the girls made headbands!

 The boys’ were not impressed.

 Zoe got a Lilla Rose clip of her very own.  She was pumped!

We traveled on her actual birthday so she had two celebrations.  Grandmere made some yummy cupcakes and presents were at both sets of grandparents’ homes!

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A Birth Story (Not Mine)

Since we celebrated the birth of Jesus last month and started a new year, I thought I would share another birth  and new life that happened this month.

Welcome Tracy and Kevin’s newest one, Grady A.  We were able to celebrate with them in the birth of their second son (third child).

Actually, I was able to be a special part of the celebration.  about halfway through Tracy’s pregnancy she read a book about natural childbirth and decided that she wanted to try and go without an epidural.  Okay, I admit, I was a bit skeptical.  Tracy has a very low pain tolerance and at first, I just knew she’d go the epidural route.  But still, I told her that having a doula would increase her chances and help improve the birth.  She agreed but said she didn’t know if they would be comfortable with someone they barely knew in the room (besides the nurses, etc).  So, I offered my “unprofessional” services.  We both agreed early on that I would not be there for the delivery but just to help her get to that point if she wanted.

Fast forward to Friday, December 7th.  She had a check up the day before and the doctor “helped things along” since she was almost two weeks post date.  She called early in the morning to tell me her contractions were 10 minutes apart but that she thought she should send Kevin to work (even though they had been 10 minutes apart for two plus hours).  This was area I wasn’t familiar with since I’ve been induced with all my babies.  So, I told her to do what she felt was right.  Off Kevin went and I strongly encouraged her to get a shower and start moving around to see if the contractions would slow down (if they did, it was a sure sign of prodromal labor rearing it’s ugly head).  I also told her to come over since we were planning on making ornaments and that we could go for a walk.  She agreed.

She arrived, ever so slowly, at my house at around 11:30.  As she slowly walked in the door and doubled over through a contraction (keep in mind she had two children with her too), she told me the shower hadn’t slowed things down.  I asked her how far apart they were but she hadn’t timed them since she was feeding kids breakfast and getting ready and such.

So, we downloaded the contraction app for my phone and she started timing them.  Two to three minutes for a bit told me that I needed to call Mark.  She still wasn’t sure it was the right time to call Kevin but I ignored her and got a hold of Mark anyway.  As I was calling him, she decided to call Kevin and told him when he finished up what he was doing that he might want to come on home.  He asked how far apart the contractions were, she looked at me and I told her about 2 to 3 minutes and some were 5.  She said he exclaimed, “I need to go!” and hung up and started the trek to my house.  His work is 20 minutes away but he made it in less than 10.

Mark got home shortly after Kevin got here.  In the midst of all this, I was making sandwiches for nine kids, finishing salt dough ornaments, nursing a baby, and making sure that Tracy’s water didn’t break on my new carpet or the hardwood.  We got Tracy safely off to her house to load up and Kevin arranged child care.  I finished feeding Malachi and gave Mark quick instructions about the birthday party for a friend that afternoon and grabbed my bags and headed to Tracy and Kevin’s home.

Kevin’s parents were loading kids and getting last minute instructions.  I figured it might be awhile so I settled in to crochet and chat.  Tracy didn’t want to walk or move so we hung out and with every contraction Kevin asked if she was ready for the hospital.  Two to three contractions on the floor and a crawl to the bathroom and she was ready to go.

We loaded Tracy in to the van and I followed them to the hospital.  I will not disclose the rate at which we progressed.  After getting to triage the nurse kindly asked, “Why are you here?”  Tracy just stared at her.  We were able to coax her to tell her the length of contractions and such and they quickly checked her and sent her on to a room.

She was at 4 1/2 cm and deflated.  I have a friend who is a professional doula so I started texting her and my other best friend who just happens to be an L&D nurse.  They were both encouraging and I was able to relay their messages.  In less than two hours she decided she was done.  We had changed positions from hands and knees to draped on the bed and it just hurt too much for her.  She asked us if it counted that she tried and we said it did.  She said she wanted an epidural so I told her that the nurse probably needed to check her first.  She agreed and allowed herself to be checked.  8 cm meant transition.  The nurse laughed and said that usually when the mom calls for an epidural she is usually transitioning.  Her waters were bulging and so we waited, rubbed backs, prayed, encouraged, and helped her focus.

About 30 minutes after she was checked in walked the anesthesiologist.  He just “wanted to introduce himself.”  Tracy wasn’t speaking at this point and never even looked at him.  He kept trying to talk and she just couldn’t talk to him.  The doctor looked at the nurse and said, “She’s at a 5 right?”  The nurse had been staring at him and so had the rest of us.  The nurse replied, “Eight.”  And he got up and slowly started backing out the door.  The nurse apologized profusely and said that usually check in before they walk in to a room.

A little bit of time later the on call doctor came in and asked Tracy if she wanted her waters broke.  She looked to me and Kevin and knowing that her waters were bulging, I told her to go for it if she wanted to.  She told the doctor she just wanted the baby out.

Immediately after the waters broke, she was ready to push!  At that point I left the room.  And then later, I got to meet this little man.

Is he not just the most handsome little man?  Aside from my precious babies and those of every one reading this.  Okay, it doesn’t matter.  He’s just plain handsome and I loves my newest little “nephew.”  From the tip of his beautiful red hair to the bottom of his gigantic feet (22 inches long my friends…oh and 9 lbs 3 oz). 

Being the cheerleader rather than the player was a bit difference but oh so precious!  I loved it.  And it warmed my heart when Tracy told me she couldn’t have done it without me (although I totally know she could have…she did an amazing job).  I’ve always said I wanted to be a doula and this just solidfied those desires.  Of course, my babies have to get a bit older before I can do it but I’m definitely excited about being able to help and minister to moms when they are getting ready to bring new life in to the world!

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Nine Months Ago…

Nine months ago we got our seventh little gift!  Malachi is growing stronger and has more personality every single day.  I can’t believe how much he has grown in changed in the past few months.  I know everyone says that but it’s true.

I think he’s outgrowing the basket!

Here’s what he’s up to:

Waves hi (mainly flails his arm around) and says, “Hi!” on occasion.
Up off his belly more when crawling.
Pulling up on everything, including pants legs and furntiure and brothers and sisters.
Cruising around furniture.
Laughing and smiling and generally loving his brothers and sisters and mom and dad.
Totally picky about who he will go to (besides immediate family) and very rarely will stay with them long…but bonus is if you are wearing a lot of clunky jewelry.
Eating table foods mushed up or blended.  Refuses baby foods.
Eating finger foods.
Drinking from a sippy cup.
Wanting “Beary the Bear”” always and chewing on his ears and tail.

Doctor stats:
19 lbs 3 oz (56%)-That makes him the biggest at this age.  Mainly he wins the title because Josiah went on a nursing strike at seven months as he cut four teeth at once and had a virus so he lost a few ounces.  I think he also wins the title because when he started baby food I put avocado in everything. Bananas and avocado, Squash and avocado, sweet potatoes and avocado.  Nothing like fattening a baby up with some good ol’ super foods.
28 1/2 inches long (58%)
18 3/4 inches head (96%)…Big heads…ah yes.

“Um, I love smiling for you mom, but why am I in here?”
It’s pretty safe to say that we are all as smitten with him now as we were nine months ago.  We are all totally in love with this little man!

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Thanksgiving 2012: There’s a story here…

Since this was the first Thanksgiving in the new home, we opted to stay at our house and host Thanksgiving.  Our first choice was to have soldiers from the local fort over but that never got fully coordinated so we opted to have our soldier friends over.  The F family moved here this summer and began attending our church.  They planned to stay here for Thanksgiving rather than visit family.  So L and I struck a deal.  I would cook the meal, she would bring the pies.  The pies were awesome and we all enjoyed our traditional Southern Thanksgiving!

All was bright and cheerful until C suggested that I toast the marshamllows on top of the sweet potato casserole not just melt them.  I cranked the oven up to broil and continued chatting with L right beside the stove.  About 5 minutes later I yelled, “The CASSEROLE!”

Flames!  Ya’ll.  There were flames coming from my new oven.

Luckily they were just the marshmallows on fire. I flew open the oven and started searching for my phone to get a picture.  Mark sprinkled water on it and promptly closed the oven door and shut the oven off.  Party pooper.  I was willing to sacrifice a kitchen fire to give ya’ll a good picture.  Oh well.

I snagged this picture after the fire was extinguished.

Then Mark scraped the marshmallows off and we tried again.  I plopped myself in front of the oven this time.

Ta da!  Beautifully toasted marshmallows atop yummy homemade sweet potato casserole.

Then after we stuffed ourselves full of turkey and all the fixings we Farkled.

No really.  We did.

Farkle is just a great game to play with friends when you want to sit around and chat.  It’s even better when you win.  No, I mean STOMP the competition.  But, I’m not going to brag or anything.

Shortly after the Farkle we ate again.  This time pies.  Pecan, pumpkin (without sugar…oops) and a not-so-normal-which-means-amazingly-delicious fruitcake.  Then food comas began and pictures were not taken.

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