A new Friday ritual. No words, just pictures to remember sweet moments in precious short days.
At 7 months pregnant and chasing a toddler all day, I’m pretty worn out by the evening. Tony just left the bedroom with Max sitting on my lap, watching my tummy. He’s got a runny nose right now so when he wipes his nose on the back of his hand he decided a good way to clean his hands was to smear his snot on my belly! eww!
I responded, “aww, Max don’t wipe it on my tummy. That’s icky!”
To which he said with a smile, “but mommy, I’m just washing your tummy with your snot”
Love being a mommy of my little one
I just finished Dr. Tim Kimmel’s book entitled “Grace-Based Parenting” and if I’ve learned anything from it, I’ve learned I need to show more grace in my life. Grace-based parenting, in short, is parenting our children in the same way God parents us. That is lots and lots of grace. God allows us to be individual, to make mistakes, to be honest with Him even if He’s the one we are angry with. He corrects out of love, addressing the heart rather than disciplining out of anger with our behavior.
If I am to parent as God parents me, I need to be so much more like Him.
What I need most is patience. I think that attribute really takes care of the other flaws in myself I would consider: quick to anger/irritation and selfishness. My favorite translations use the word “long-suffering” which I feel is more appropriate. That is part of the definition of love found in 1 Corinthians 13. Being patient with others is to love them. Long-suffering makes sense to me in that to be patient with someone else is to sacrifice something you want, and I would say that causes a bit of suffering, although a self-centered kind. For me, being patient can mean two things.
1. Not finishing something I’ve started so I can listen to my son or address a need or correction. I really hate starting something and not being able to work it through to the finish. Interruptions kinda drive me nuts.
2. Not fighting to prove my point in effort to salvage my pride. I tend to be a very bad listener when I do this. James 1:19 would be a great verse to remember.
Doing something about my lack of patience scares me. It seems insurmountable because I have probably been self-centered my whole life. And there is so much at stake…
But living in Christ I will not fall, although I stumble. Walking along side Him, I will become more like Him, although never perfect. And it is because His grace is sufficient.
Weird Stuff is our name for an even mixture of cornstarch and water. When you play with it, it is almost solid. But, stop manipulating it and it melts through your fingers like wax. Super fun for kids! We added a little food coloring too.
We haven’t done this since Max was a baby! The great thing is that although messy play, this stuff dries up quick and is easily swept away. Messy play that is secretly not that messy? bonus!
Time is precious. At this time in my life, my two-year-old Max is playing with cars on the floor. How long will I get to enjoy having him little and playing with cars? When that time passes, I will feel that it was not long enough.
Soon, life with change again. Our newest little one is due in spring. I am so excited to snuggle another baby! I fondly remember Max’s time as an infant and it only makes me want to sit and just be for a while. Kids grow too fast not to just be with them.
Moving into a new house has been wonderful and a lot of work!
I am looking forward to wonderful memories of our kids growing up here with us, but am enjoying the now that is already here.
We will be married 9 years this December. I often wonder at God’s grace and patience for two teens who knew no truth, carried on as they saw fit, and embraced the world. I remember the kind of people we were in our early twenties and how we treated each other, the fears we each had, and the confusion that was life although we thought we had all the right answers.
Then the Light of World became the Light of our lives and since then I am amazed how God has poured His love on us and how He renewed us through Jesus Christ.
Now, almost 5 years later I sit in our new country home watching my husband give our 2 year old son a ride on the tractor in the field. Our newest little one kicks and somersaults inside me and my heart overflows with thankfulness to Jesus. I deserve none of this, none of His sacrifice. And yet, He pours His grace, His love, His mercy.
He amazes me.
My Precious One, how I love you. Surely, God delighted in creating you and made you my perfect match to teach me so much. Thanks to you and your loving daddy, I am growing in ways much needed and I am so happy for that.
My sweet 2-year-old, time is passing by too fast! I’ve done all I know and can think of to be sure I do not miss out on you or get too caught up with other responsibilities, or to let you fall down my priorities list. I can say with confidence that you have always been a top priority and that I am giving all i can to being your mother. Yet, it has not slowed time any. I had hoped it might. I love these little days home with you. Sometimes, ha, many times they feel chaotic, but they are such good days.
God is so good to give gifts as wonderful as children.
And I am so thankful for your daddy too. He loves you so much and I can honestly say there could be no better daddy for you. I am excited for your relationship with him to grow.
A short time ago you were my squish-able little baby. I used to nurse you in the wee hours of the morning, watching snow fall on our street below. We watched as you discovered your feet, your hands,and as you learned to walk. Now, you’re our energetic, talkative toddler who loves puzzles, reading books in our laps, throwing Frisbees (and every other toy you have). I am looking forward to your next stages of life, but I do not urge their coming. I am loving every minute of you.
Lots going on around here since my last post, which is perfect timing since I said I was going to be better at posting somewhat regularly. We’ve moved! And, Lord willing, for the last time! That’s right, we are in a house and we are NOT renting anymore! yay! Now we just have a mortgage over our heads…yay…
We have moved 5 TIMES in the last 3 years, so you’d think we have it down pat. Not the case. This was the hardest, messiest, most disorganized and tiring move of them all. But, it’s thanks to something preciously cute, so it’s a good trade off.
THIS cutie pie is the reason I was not nearly as on it and I usually am when it comes to packing. I tried to do most of it while he was asleep so that he’d still get plenty of time with me when he was awake. This would typically still work out well if i wasn’t 5 months pregnant and falling asleep nearly every time I put him down for a nap or bedtime! I just couldn’t help it!
Here’s Max chillin on top of some boxes i managed to pack. He also enjoyed jumping off of them…
Hiding in them…
and fitting himself into the smallest boxes he could find.
In the middle of it all we took our first trip to Pigeon Roost! It was too bad Daddy couldn’t come this time, but we loved it so much we will be back for more! We spent 3 hours here and STILL did not do everything there.
I LOVE the colorful variety of pumpkins, squash, and gourds they had. Some I’ve never seen before.
Max had a great time running through the hundreds of pumpkins. Can you see him?
Then he ended up picking the littlest of them all.
Pigeon Roost also has some free range critters running around, which was perfect since we just learned about God making animals on day 6. He tried in vain to pet this little bunny before it eventually escaped under a shed. Fun for me to watch though! ^_^
A handful of very friendly goats greeted us at the entrance. This one soon had his whole head and two front legs through the fence trying to reach Max, but I missed that picture.
*shudder* Does anyone remember THESE geese at the local duck feeding pond? I remember these coming almost chest high and biting at me if I didn’t give them food fast enough. I often took refuge in the back of the pickup if it was close enough. I’m bigger now though. Now i can kick them ^_^ (this one was much better behaved, however)
Here’s Max again, chasing a chicken this time. He also followed some turkeys (a little big and scary for him to chase) and a small flock of white ducks. I would have gotten some pictures of the alpacas, but they had their rears toward us.
There was SO much to do at Pigeon Roost. Huge tunnel slide, corn boxes (vs sandboxes), a gigantic fort, human-sized hamster wheels to roll around, and just too much to mention. Like I said, 3 hours was not enough to do everything.
And after all this fun, the packing commenced again. We are moved in now and hopefully will post more pics soon!
I am not good at this whole blogging thing, but I have decided to get started early on some goals for the next year, one of which being holding memories of my family safe on this blog. There are just too many sweet pictures and precious moments that I do not want to forget. My baby is two years old now and another is on the way.
My little Max. You are over two now, and all I know is that I wish I could hold a perfect recollection of every moment with you. You will be grown up too soon, I know. You are precious to me Little One and so much fun for your Daddy and I. I have never been so exhausted at the end of each day, but it is so good.
In 8 months you will be an older brother, and that fact has caused me to be still often lately and just remember our last 2 years together, just the 3 of us. How I love God for the gift He’s given us in you. It always makes me remember how completely He changed our lives before He gave us you. He is so good, and so very trustworthy.
I know you will be a loving and attentive older brother. You love to play with, touch, and talk to every baby you see and you get the sweetest, almost embarrassed smile on your face when you meet one.
Our family is growing and so are you! Oh, how I don’t want to miss a minute or forget any wonderful moment! It makes me sad that our memories grow dim. But, thank goodness for photography!
Happy two years Little Max!