Monday, November 30, 2009

On Bodily Functions

The other night, I was straight up exhausted. Michael had to go out after dinner to do some work and Nora's nights were still pretty rotten, so I begged off dish duty and Michael graciously sent me to bed to rest for a half hour or so before he had to leave.

Phoebe was playing with babies while Michael cleaned up the kitchen, and this was the conversation I overheard:

Michael: Oh, Phoebe! Are you feeding your baby some juice?
Phoebe: Yes!
Michael: What happens to juice after the baby drinks it? Do you need to change her diaper?
Phoebe: No, I think she throw up.

I couldn't help but crack up from my bed. That, my friends, is a sign there's been too much throw up in the house. We so thank the Lord that that stomach bug is gone. (It's been gone for a while...but really, we talk about throw up at least once a day now.) I'm praying we see no more throw up for, well, a very long time.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Where's the Bunny?

Today's been a bit of a down day. Nora threw up on me - and my shoes - before breakfast today, and it sort of put me in a sour mood. But this picture made me happy. And naptime is really no small blessing on days like today. So here's a little happy for my heart - and possibly for yours, too.

(Can you find my little sick Bunny under all those babies?)

Also, help is needed:
Assuming no one is puking on Monday (please, please Lord...), one of Michael's clients is going to be doing family portraits for us. These will be our Christmas card pictures, but she's also doing a full session - family, just the girls, etc. I don't want to do "Christmas clothes", since I want these to be some all-purpose pictures for us to enjoy. What do we wear? Oh please, someone, help me here. Specifically, what do I wear... please advise!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Plague

It all started innocently enough. Michael and I both came down with "the crud", but the girls managed to stay healthy. It was never enough to knock us completely off our feet, but it was really annoying to have to haul around the tissue box and a pack of cough drops for two weeks.

The thought crossed my mind that maybe, just maybe, the girls had some built up immunity that would carry us through cold and flu season.


Shortly after that little thought crossed my mind, a stomach virus (both girls, though significantly shorter in Nora) set up camp for ten straight days. On day six (or was it seven?) of all that, Nora came down with the mother of all colds, leaving her absolutely miserable and unable to sleep. Mops galloped down the interstate to lend a hand, and I literally don't think we could have survived these past few days without her. We know she sacrificed a lot to come be with us, but it sure was a sweet (if somewhat sleep deprived) time! (The stomach virus is trying to make a return in Nora, but I'm still holding out hope that it's just something she ate.)

I'm hoping that the plague will be lifting soon; the thing about these kinds of illnesses is that they do end, eventually. I'm so very thankful that this is all we're dealing with right now...nothing chronic, nothing serious. God is both gracious and merciful to us, even in the midst of all of this yuck.

And for that? I'm pretty thankful.

"In everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Seeking Light

Yesterday, Phoebe woke from her nap delighted to discover a tiny rainbow atop our coffee table. She in fact found several rainbows, little spectra bouncing about our front rooms, thanks to a prism in the glass of our front door. She chased them, tried to grasp them, and giggled when she spotted them on her hands or dress.

After several minutes, we bid farewell to the rainbows. (I wanted to get the girls outside before we had to bid farewell to the sunshine as well.) I promptly forgot about them, thinking instead about the afternoon's agenda or perhaps the route we'd take for our walk.

Today, Phoebe woke ready to see the rainbows again. She bounded out bed talking about her colorful little strips of light, just knowing they'd be there. I gently mentioned that the rainbows were a special treat for yesterday, that we couldn't expect to see them again today.

Yet there they were. I'd have missed them altogether, scooting the girls out the door again for a walk, had she not been looking for them. Her joy matched that of yesterday, and she squealed when she discovered them: on her purse, on Mommy, on the desk. She was looking for the light, and she found it.

All too often, I forget to seek the light, to search for the promises held for me. In a hurry, or distracted by a lengthy list of things to do, I fail to slow down and seek His face. I am so thankful for the little ones in this house, who cause me to take pause and to notice...

"Seek and you will find..." Luke 11:9

Monday, November 2, 2009

Little Moments

I keep feeling as if I have nothing to say here anymore, and yet... my days are full of little moments that I want to treasure up, to record for my own delight. And so, here I am. Again.


I had the girls gathered up in my lap this afternoon, just before nap time. Phoebe had chosen a book that both she and Nora would enjoy, and we shared a story together. (Story sharing can be difficult when one of the listeners is a very eager page turner.) And as if to say, "I'm here, too," the third sister kicked and flipped for the entire time we snuggled together. Oh, how I look forward to sharing stories with three little girls!


This morning, Phoebe asked me to sing her a song ("Standin' on the Solid Rock") for the umpteenth time in the past few days. I'm battling a little bit of viral crud and I honestly just didn't feel like it, so I told her that I didn't feel well and that maybe I'd sing some later. Phoebe said, "Mommy, does your heart hurt? You sing from your heart!" And immediately, my excuse was busted wide open. Needless to say, I've not refused her requests for song any more today.

Is anyone else loving this fall weather like we are? It was particularly blustery on the day we went to the pumpkin patch, but we've been delighted by the brisk air and the need for a coat. I am so thankful that God gives us seasons... what a sweet reminder that trials, like the oppressive summer heat, only last for a season.