Baby #5 is…


a singleton, like all my other babes! Yeah, it was pretty evident there was just one in there so spare me the comments about, “Are you sure???” Just ‘cuz I’m showing and only 8 weeks (not 9 like I thought), doesn’t give anyone the right to comment on my size. I’m not eating that much but I’m poking out because I never lost all the weight from Josiah, so that stuff gets poked out too! And it’s my fifth (actually sixth) pregnancy, so please cut me some slack.

So Dr. J was looking at the u/s picks and commented, “You’ve got this baby thing down pat.”
I smiled and said, “Well, it’s not us that really has it down.” I’m getting a bit more bold in sharing Christ with him as the pregnancies go!

After the u/s, we were waiting on Dr. J to call us back and so we sat in the waiting room again. There was an middle aged woman and her mother in there.

The mother looked at me and commented to the daughter, “Don’t scare her.”

I looked up smiling and made sure she was talking about me.

“Oh, this is my fifth, I doubt she could scare me.”

Silence.

Then the wonderful comment that all moms with more than two children hear.

“You do know what causes that don’t you??”

To which I wanted to reply, “No, I just keep waking up feeling yucky and wow! They keep telling me a baby’s there. But no bother, I just live off of welfare and the government take care of them thar babies.”

I have to say that one comment is the most aggravating and it so implies that I am ignorant and poor. That has to be the one comment that grates my nerves the most.

Anyway, they went on to talk about how “it’s great if it’s what you enjoy, etc (the kids not the what causes it part).” I just smiled and jumped pretty quickly up when Nurse D called us back.

Okay, so we don’t join the crowd that thinks we have to constantly have children coming out our ears and that everyone has to do that (militant something or other).

But we are in the camp that believes that every child is a blessing and a special creation from God. They (we) are each created in His image. Sometimes when people comment on how many children we have, it seems they lose sight of that blessing. I know I can lose sight of it real quick when two are fighting and another had an accident on the floor and the other has ran into something and there’s blood everywhere. Yeah, it’s easy to lose sight of the blessing they are. God always finds ways to remind me of that blessing when I need to be reminded most. And I thank Him for those reminders, no matter how small.

Anyway, I just also forget that most people don’t meet others who have more than two children. That’s fine, but I just forget. See, there are a lot of families in our church with three or more children. We see all of them a lot, so when other people see me and start counting, I always forget that they see numbers, where I see my kids. Just like I see all of our friends and their kids. Not, “oh my, 12 kids.” Although, that’s fun to throw that comment out (that we know someone with 12 kids not that we have that many) and take the conversation off my mere four. Oh and they’re not on welfare either!!

I’m thinking of nicknaming this one Johnny #5 (you know from that movie that I can’t remember the name of). I think this kid needs a nickname because if it’s a boy, right now, he doesn’t have a name to speak of, so we’ll have to call him something when he’s born, right?? More on that later.

Did ya guess my kid yet??? Now I know there has got to be more than six people who read my blog! Come on ya’ll!!

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Guess that Child??!!

Here’s a fun game for everyone. Ready??

I’m going to tell a story about one of my sweet adventurous children and you, my friends, can guess who it’s about. The winner gets a big ol’ high five (virtually, of course) for reading my blog or just knowing my kids so well.

Here we go:

A couple of nights ago, one of the children had trouble going to sleep. This isn’t new for this child, anyway, Mark had done his normal stake out in the hallway but decided to come visit with me since I was able to sit up right that night (as opposed to vertical and moaning, “I don’t want to throw up!”).

A short time later, another child came to the living room to inform us that the troubled sleeper was not in bed. So, Mark ventured to the room to look for the child. Not in bed was putting it mildly. We quickly determined the child was not in the bedroom period. Mark set off looking in our room, the other kids bedroom, the bathrooms, the showers, our closet (even moving clothes). I did the same, but we still could not find the child. Mark took off to look in the backyard to see if the child had snuck outside. As he did that, I walked to our bathroom/closet again to have another looksie. Now, keep in mind we were calling the child’s name but the child did not answer. This child was thoroughly lost.

Anyway, as I made the pass from my bathroom into the bedroom and almost at the hall, I saw our tossled bedcovers stir out of the corner of my eye. Hmmm, I couldn’t call Mark I was laughing so hard. I pulled back the covers and there was the little lost child, grinning from ear to ear.

And you know what?! It is possible to punish a child even while you are laughing your head off.

Hide and seek is a favorite game here. I think this child won that round!!

Now, can you guess who our little hider was?? Have fun!! This is a good test to see if you all will comment because I have a major post with comments absolutely needed coming up!

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My Life is Far From Boring!

Apparently, Ace has some sort of rash/hive outbreak on his arm. It looks pretty gross and is slowly spreading from his upper arm down to his elbow on the outside of the arm and then to the inside. I contacted his doctor, and she told me to use an anti-fungal cream on it until we see her on Friday. If it continues to spread, I may try and see her tomorrow. He says it doesn’t hurt but occasionally complains when I touch it or put medicine on it. He scratches it some, but not often. We’re trying to figure out what it could be from. So far, I think it’s either from switching back to conventional milk (we were using organic but the store went up in price on it so we swapped back) or a sudden reaction to his Singulair (that he takes for the unknown allergies that cause chronic rhinitis…aka a chronic runny nose). All that to say, pray that it goes away soon. I always am concerned about my kids and when Ace’s body does something strange (it’s always bound to…especially his skin), I worry more..I know I should pray and I am doing that too.

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Kidz Blitz Live!

Our church recently hosted Kidz Blitz Live for the children and parents! It was a blast! Very high energy. Lots of fun silly games and good clean competition but it all came together to really share Christ and our need to have Him as our Savior. The games gradually led into that message and there were 14 decisions to accept Christ that night! I also noticed Zoe looking like she really had some serious questions, but just not quite feeling the Spirit move yet.

If you’re interested in hosting a Kidz Blitz event, contact them through the link above or through their phone number, 800-467-1711

How Liam spent the night…he said the music was too loud. It was his daddy doing the sound, too!

Two of the volunteers who go to our church got to participate in one of the games. Eating a donut from a rope!

The final challenge with one of Zoe’s friends, M, in the yellow shirt in the back.
They shot toilet paper from the balcony and the floor using an air blower and then we had to pass it up and put it all over a kid volunteer! Very funny!! Mark and I want one of those toilet paper shooting things. He figured it would work really good to tp someone’s home! Get it done before they realized that someone wasn’t blowing leaves…

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Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Beautiful…


Because of KidzBlitz at our church on Saturday, we didn’t get baths done on Saturday, so we had to do them Sunday morning (which could explain some of the reason we were late). I was able to spike Liam’s hair. It was so cute. He looked like a little preppy kid model. We’ve thought for awhile that the spike look would be great for his personality and he does wear it well.

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My Blankie



Josiah and Liam received these blankies in the mail today from Ge. They were both so excited about them! Josiah had to take his nap holding on to it (I wouldn’t lay it on him because it’s so hot!). Thanks bunches Ge! They must have felt your love because they’ve been cuddling with them all day!

And I do mean nap, not naps. I put him down about 15 till one…he didn’t really start acting tired until around 11:30 and then it was too late for a morning nap, so I fed him and changed him and laid him down. Not a baby much longer.

Oh, we’ve figured out the reason he’s not walking much is because when he does try, he runs…can’t go far if you haven’t figured out how to walk yet!

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The Character Academy

We did start school on Monday, but I just never got around to first day pictures! Wonder why?? So, here’s a picture from Zoe’s Science experiment. Our unit is on the Tower of Babel/building, etc. So, w gathered some samples of soil around our neighborhood. She glued some of them to paper to show how they’re different. Then we looked at how each type of soil compacted when you added water to it. Zoe enjoyed getting her fingers dirty! She didn’t like the way the red clay felt though.
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Somebody Help Me!!

So, I listened to some of Kevin Leman on Focus on the Family yesterday. One of his suggestions in dealing with temper tantrums, I decided to try. His suggestion: take the child, without speaking to him, and put him in his room until he calms down and then talk to him.

Of course, Liam and Ace both allowed me to try this technique out recently.

First off, Ace: I can’t remember exactly why he started his tantrum, but I put him in his room. He was in there for a little while when I heard, “Somebody help me.”

And then, a pause.

And then, “Oh Lord, please help me. Help me Lord, please.” This continued for about a minute until he calmed down.

Being the sweet sensitive mother I am, I was reduced to laughing silent tears, so he couldn’t tell I was right there.

And for Liam: Well, Leman didn’t take into account that when your child calms down he may actually be somewhere getting into something. No, his solution was that when you open the door, he’ll be sitting quietly clutching his sweet blankie. Leman hasn’t met Liam. This morning I walked into his room after about 5 minutes of a tantrum, he was on top of the dresser…standing up. I got him down, he did it again after pitching another tantrum. Yeah, Leman’s never met Liam. I don’t think this is going to work for him. Do you think if he breaks his leg, I could send a bill to Kevin Leman???

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