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I am still loving me some summer these days.  I have never ever no not ever been a fan of our unbelievable heat and humidity, but this summer has been particularly fun for me and the girls.  We're still spending lots of time outside with popsicles and water hoses, and I'm spending my afternoons reading really obscene amounts of fiction and occasionally working on a project or two.  We happily

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June was loooooong for us.  Seriously, I felt like there were something like fifty-two days in June.  By the time we flipped the calendar to July, I was worn out.  I was so unbelievably thankful that we had planned to take a little trip with my parents to our Happy Place. My kids had been counting sleeps for days, and I was right there with them -- I could not wait for a three day respite from

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Sixteen months old.  Where does the time go? At sixteen months old, Ruthie is... a champion sleeper.  She does fine if she misses her morning nap, but clearly prefers to take two naps each day.  I've noticed her talking a little more in her crib before settling down, both before her naps and before bedtime, but she seldom fusses.  She loves to sleep with a Mousie (or two, if there's a rogue

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We've just wrapped up ten days of swimming lessons and I am beat.  I think the kids are too, but perhaps overly so, since Phoebe and Nora have been practically bouncing off the walls since I tucked them into their beds an hour ago.  I busted Phoebe bouncing on Nora's bed; I'm pretty sure that violates every single naptime rule we have.  I'm giving them twenty more minutes before I call naptime a

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Around our house, Miss PattyCake is the supreme celebrity.  My dear friend Carolynn introduced us to her at some point in the last couple of years, and we are in love.  All of us.  This sweet lady and her DVDs have helped me get many a meal finished or laundry load put away.  The girls adore her and are spellbound pretty much any time she's on. A few months back, we were beyond thrilled to get to

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Once upon a time, a certain mommy somehow neglected to put a waterproof mattress pad on her potty-training-daughter's bed, so after a particularly wet naptime, the mattress need some, ahem, airing out.  Sometime after suppertime, my super husband dragged the mattress back inside and I attached the pad and sheet while the mattress was laying in the kitchen. And then Ruthie discovered the fun that

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Okay, I realize that month-day posts are really lame... and since I post about twice a month, that means it's super-lame over here... but I'm evidently too stubborn to give up the ghost.  And honestly, I really like being able to easily click around and see what these sweet babies were doing every month for their first two years of life.  So there. Ruthie is, remarkably, fifteen months old. 

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When I pick up dirty undies, stray socks, chewed-up paper towels, dryer sheets, and toothbrushes off the floor, I always think, "Man, if I lived alone, my house would be so clean."  And it would be, but life would be so dull and lonesome.  Life with a husband, three little ones, and a big hairy dog is usually messy.  And rich.  The other day, I was potting and watering some plants on our back

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I've been journaling more lately, it's just been a little quieter... the Lord seems to be calling me to quietness these days.  Not silence, just quietness.  Perhaps it is because life these days is so rowdy and rambunctious?  We were unable to park in the garage for a few weeks due to some works-in-progress, so any return home involved us going in through the front door.  Phoebe has turned into

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I always feel so lame with these catching-up posts, trying to highlight some sweet memories before they disappear from this feeble mind of mine.  But honestly, we had such a lovely time in Boston -- I thought it would be wonderful to share a few pictures and hit a few highlights. My dad's maternal side of the family was gathering for a reunion up there, so my parents graciously agreed to fly our

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Oh, our little mouse.  Fourteen months already?  Last night, Michael and I crept into Ruthie's room and found her asleep with her arms above her head in just the same way Phoebe used to sleep.  And while she's very different from Phoebe, there is so much about her that reminds me of her biggest sister.  Oh, how I am so thankful for this little Roo... At fourteen months, Ruthie... is still

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Like much of our state, I feel as if I have no words to offer.  Last Wednesday, Alabama was ravaged by multiple severe tornadoes.  Our beloved Tuscaloosa was devastated by an enormous tornado; we watched in horror as the local television station broadcast the formation of a tornado that grew to be nearly a mile wide.  We spent the evening glued to the weather reports, praying that the Lord would

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Nora is our resident comedienne.  I really believe she seeks to do and say things that will make us laugh.  And she's pretty good at it!  I am not naturally funny, and it's pretty difficult to make me laugh -- but Nora succeeds often.  She does and says some pretty ridiculous things. Back around Christmastime, we watched Frosty the Snowman a few times.  When the children are naming Frosty, one

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This past month, it seemed like Ruthie changed drastically!  She's starting to communicate more, play more games, and is just generally even more fun.  Ruthie is a delight to all of us, and I feel like she has such a rich, delightful little life.  Oh, to be as adored as our Roo is! At thirteen months, Ruthie is... still sleeping really well.  With few exceptions, she sleeps for about twelve

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We've had a rocky week.  I'm not at liberty to go into details here, but would you pray for our family?  Last night, we were coming in late from community group.  It was nearly nine, and Michael and I were anxious to tuck the girls into bed so that we could tuck our weary selves in as well.  We rushed through our bedtime routine with the Bigs, only to remember that Lamby was a little wet -- I

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I'm not exactly a zoo person.  I mean, zoos are sort of smelly.  And hot.  And honestly, the thought of loading up my crew just to stroll around and see some animals sort of makes me want to break out into hives.  But when I found out Pops had a meeting down here, I experienced a moment of temporary insanity and suggested we go with Mops to the zoo. Honestly, it was the perfect day.  The

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  Every time I open the dishwasher -- whether it is to load or unload it -- this little Mouse will drop whatever she is doing, even if it's on the other side of the house, to come help.  If I want to load, I have to do it lightning quick; she grabs dirty forks out by the handful.  Which, actually, is really handy when I'm unloading.     This precious little wanderer-babbler is always up in the

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For months, we've been talking to Nora about saying goodbye to her beloved nay-nay.  We've tried to talk it up, encourage her, and really get her to want to be a big girl.  I think I hoped that one day, she would just up and hand it to me and say she was done with it.  But it became clear that just wasn't going to happen. Our sweet Nora seemed royally addicted to her comfort, and we knew it

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When we got married, Michael and I had this four year plan.  We were going to work hard, travel a lot, make improvements to our home, and then we'd talk about babies.  We were young when we got married, and we wanted some time for "just us".  So when we discovered that we were expecting just a week shy of our first anniversary, we were a little surprised.  And unbelievably delighted.  The four

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We have a birthday mouse in the house!  This week, Ruthie celebrated her first birthday and she couldn't have been sweeter.  We had a very low-key pizza-and-cupcakes celebration with the grandparents, and she was just simply delighted to receive oodles of attention.  And cupcake.  She meant business with her cupcake.  I'm always amazed at how fast these little babies grow into little people,

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A few days ago, I was cleaning up the lunch dishes and, in general, trying to manage some of the after-lunch chaos in our house.  I was distributing kitchen chores, keeping Roo off the dishwasher, and laughing about what is involved in simply rinsing off a few plates and picking the ever-present-refrigerator-magnets off the floor. And then Nora came in and puked. I removed Roo from the

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Other folks in the state have had real snow this winter, but our "snow" has really been mostly ice pellets.  We've been envious of Mops and Pops, who had snow for something like days, and Phoebe had been talking for weeks about, "building a snow princess the next time we get snow."  I didn't want to break her heart by telling her that snow around these parts is pretty rare... but I assured her

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We've been hit by round two (round three, if you're Ruthie) of a nasty cold bug, so my motivation to do anything beyond the essentials has been pretty much nonexistent.  Because really, when six dirty diapers (before naptime), crusty noses, and seven loads of laundry a week are the essentials... who has time for much else? Fortunately, we all appear to be -- for the time being -- on the mend. 

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Someone thought it would be fun to play with her blog before she'd finished her first cup of coffee.  Apologies for the giant blog header...but it's now time to close up shop and take care of some real responsibilities.  Will fix ASAP! Edited to add:  Coffee always helps! Y'all are sweet!

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 Last weekend, we loaded up the van with two adults, three kids, one dog, three boat-and-tote bags, a suitcase, a sack of veggie straws, and a few other miscellaneous items.  Michael took a rare Friday off work, and we met my folks at a cabin a few hours north to celebrate my mom’s birthday.  It was freezing cold, but we managed to go on a few “expetitions”, and we were thrilled to enjoy

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Ruthie played peek-a-boo with me the other day, while she was wiggling on the changing table.  Hiding her little blue-green eyes behind Mousie, she had a blast with the whole exchange.  She seemed so big, initiating that little game!  And then I was reminded... she’s almost one!   Ruthie seems to be doing quite a lot at “almost one”.  She is...sleeping well when she’s feeling well (although

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I was tickling Nora before her nap today, and I could hardly stand how much I love that little bug.  She is turning into such a delightful, independent little girl! Lately, living with Nora has been like living in a musical.  She is singing all the time.  Literally all the time. If she is not speaking, she’s singing.  In falsetto.  Some of her favorite songs right now include “Awesome God

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Tuesday was really hard.  Hardest day in recent memory, actually.  I cried pretty much all morning, especially when Michael left for work. (At that moment, I was sobbing in the bathroom, hiding out.)  I honestly have no idea what set me off.  I’d been in a difficult spot all morning, feeling rotten, tired, and just plain emotional.  The kids were emotional, the garbage disposal (just-filled

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Phoebe has a friend named Janie.  I can’t remember when she started talking about Janie, but she’s been pretty well-known around here for some time now.  She tells me she’s never seen Janie, but they’re evidently really good friends. Janie is old (as in, older than Mommy and Daddy), lives in Africa, and has long red hair.   For a long time, the big girls would go on trips to see her.  

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Seriously, ten months?  It’s no wonder I’ve generally been pregnant with new babies when the other girls were this age; all of a sudden my baby doesn’t seem very “baby” anymore!  Ruthie is beginning to resemble a toddler, and I’m a little sad about it.  And yet, she is so delightful -- I can’t help but adore this new stage, even if it means I have to be constantly on my guard.  At ten

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Right now, Ruthie is in full-on explorer mode. My busy little bug loves to clean my floors by locating every single tiny particle of anything to insert in her mouth.  She delights in locating Jake’s water bowl.  Shoes?  Why, they’re a tasty snack!  And any time she disappears, even for a moment, there’s a good chance I’ll find her playing in the potty.  (Thankfully, Phoebe is hyper-vigilant

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 Yesterday, while raising the blinds in the girls’ room so that they could see the snow fall as they awoke, we saw our across-the-street neighbor taking down all of his Christmas decorations.  Sunday morning, the day after Christmas, before 9am, in the snow.  The sight was really quite ridiculous.  The snow was falling pretty rapidly (a rare treat around here!), and he was pulling up

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Praying you have a very merry Christmas this year, and that you may be encouraged by the Hope that is Emmanuel.  Rejoice! 

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 Last year around this time, Phoebe learned that there was such a thing as the Nutcracker Ballet.  She wanted to go -- really knowing nothing other than that it was a ballet -- but we determined that our not-yet-three-year-old was just too young for a lengthy ballet performance.  But we told her than when she was three, she could go. Throughout the year, Phoebe only became more interested in

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We have had some serious sleep issues around these parts, and it's made for a tired, frazzled Mama who literally couldn't wade through the laundry in the hallway until last night.  In spite of it, I've desperately tried to count my many blessings.  And it has been seriously desperate around here.  My mom was here Monday for a baby fix, and I am so unbelievably thankful that her visit was so

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Over the last few months, I’ve been consumed, really, with work the Lord is doing on my heart. He’s exposing some really nasty selfishness and pride, and along with that, I’m discovering that I’ve developed a few unseemly habits. Lovely, right? In the midst of this, I’ve probably done too much navel-gazing, analyzing and over-analyzing what I’m doing and how. And really, I’m running

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How is it that our little Roo is nine months old? Have nine months really flown by so quickly?  I am delighted daily by this little Mouse as she grows and explores -- and oh, how she is exploring these days!  She’s up to so much!   At nine months old, Ruthie is...tipping the scales at 16 pounds, 14 ounces (15%ile) and is 27.5 inches long (50%ile) sleeping 12 hours at night, waking some

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Phoebe kindly reminded me the other day that Ruthie is “almost one” and that she (Phoebe) is “almost four”. While we still have four months until we hit either of those milestones... I suppose we’re closer than halfway there, which is pretty much mind boggling to me. I’m still getting over the fact that Ruthie is no longer a newborn. I’ve truly done a terrible job of documenting life

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So often, I wish I could freeze time with my little people... I remember thinking that when Phoebe turned two, there was nothing terrible about it. Now that Nora has been two for a month or so, I feel the exact same way. I absolutely LOVE having a two-year-old in the house. There is something absolutely delightful - and difficult - about two-year-olds, but I absolutely adore those chubby

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At seven months old, we couldn’t love our little Ruthie Mouse more! Everyone falls more in love with her every day, and it’s easy to see why. She is quite possibly the sweetest, most content little one I’ve ever been around! We had a more difficult month this month after switching formulas (Mama is still oh-so-sad about the Similac recall), but she still remains our little sweet delight!At

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9:37am, nearly every day.

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Last week, Mops and Pops generously offered to pick up the Bigs and bring them to Grandparent Camp for a few days. It took us approximately three seconds to agree, and we were all looking forward to the fun the week would hold. Phoebe and Nora had an absolute blast staying up late, eating ice cream, and in general ruling the roost for four days. For me, it was such a treat to be able to spend

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My heart has been so divided lately, wondering if maintaining this blog (however sporadically) is a worthwhile use of my incredibly limited time. These days, I hardly have a moment to sit -- much less to sit and tap out thoughts in coherent sentences. And yet, my heart still longs to share here. So here we are, perhaps in a more limited capacity, but here nonetheless.I’ve also given this blog

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-28960298961453063192010-09-02T19:43:00.000-07:002010-09-17T19:46:30.543-07:00

Half a year, already? Time surely flies when we’re having fun... and we ARE having fun! This time last year, still throwing up and barely managing with two other babies, I questioned the Lord’s timing for our third child. I was fearful and anxious, wondering how on earth we would make it. Now, I can’t even conceive of a life without our little Ruthie. The Lord knew what a precious gift this

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For the first time in several weeks, I feel like I have a little bit of breathing room. Life with three little ones is beautifully full. Everyday life isn't busy - we're home all day, almost every day - but the necessary routines of life fill our days to the brim. When we add anything to the usual pace of life, I find that we're overflowing.In order to keep my teaching certificate active (

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Oh, our passionate, wild Nora... how is it that you are already 20 months old? Wasn’t it just yesterday that you were Ruthie’s size? A few days ago, I was looking at some pictures from Christmas and I couldn’t believe the change; and yet, all of the changes happened imperceptibly. Nora morphed from baby to toddler in a twinkling, although, I suppose that is just the way it happens.At

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Seriously? Three months? I can hardly stand it. My tiny baby is officially no longer a newborn; even the clothes and diapers declare it, as she is officially way too big for either. After three months, it seems like she's been here forever. We are still just falling in love with this precious little bug, and I'm so thankful that God saw fit to give us this sweet girl.At three months old

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If you had told me on my wedding day that, before our fifth anniversary, I would have three little girls... well, I would have thrown my blue wedding flip-flops at you. I still can hardly believe it when I look in the rearview mirror and see three little car seats. When I check on them before heading to bed and I see those sweaty little curls and hear the deep nighttime breathing, I can't help

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When every waking moment of our days is packed to the brim, it feels nearly impossible to jot down a few thoughts here and there. I've taken to keeping a book open on my counter where I record some of the minutia of our days, as it's easier to scribble down thoughts than to boot up the computer and peck out real, complete sentences. Uploading pictures is another thing entirely. (My most recent

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Two months have come and gone with our little Ruthie! Sometimes I forget that she's only two months old... and sometimes, I can't believe that she's already two months old. Our days are a whirlwind, and we're busy right now with spring planting. We've also had a touch of a tummy bug in the house, Nora's cutting teeth, and I'm in the process of renewing my teaching certificate, so I'm squeezing

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-40946769850793604062010-04-28T19:30:00.000-07:002010-04-29T20:08:22.569-07:00

It's 9:30 pm. All three girls are sleeping, Michael is working and researching, and my feet are aching. I'm letting my hair air-dry a little more before turning on the hair dryer, and then I will be crashing. These days, it takes me approximately three seconds to fall asleep. Life with three little people underfoot is exhausting!Yet, we're making it. God is so good to give me sufficient

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-35653107788688839092010-04-19T18:57:00.000-07:002010-04-21T07:55:52.987-07:00

Yesterday was hard. [This has taken me four days to write...so...just pretend this was yesterday.] It would be easy to look at the pictures I just put up the other day and assume that everything here is all sunshine, all the time. Although I am content - even delighted - in my calling, there are still days that are incredibly challenging, humbling, and exposing of the rampant sin in my

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-82847970764747873902010-04-12T13:05:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:42:49.308-07:00

Nineteen diapers.Actually, the number was seventeen. But I'm including two pull-ups in that count, since they were definitely not dry upon their removal. In one day, I changed nineteen diapers. So if you're wondering what I'm up to these days...now you know.Of course, I'm doing more than changing diapers. The past few weeks have been full of laundry, which multiplies by a factor of ten with

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To me, eighteen months (a year and a half!) is so big...and yet, so little. Nora was having a little come-apart in the van this morning and was asking for her "naynee" (paci) and "nimee" (bunny). Sadly, I didn't have either (and oh, was it ever sad) because I felt like she was big enough to leave the house without her comforts. Michael sweetly reminded me that at eighteen months, Nora is

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-49829217874881071742010-04-03T04:44:00.000-07:002010-04-05T12:19:01.938-07:00

Oh, what a sweet month it has been! Ruthie is a delight to all of us, and I can hardly remember what it was like with just two little ones. Before her birth, I was so nervous about the transition, the hormones, and the lack of sleep. God has been so gracious to us, giving us an easy transition and miraculous energy. We are all SO in love with our Ruthie girl!At one month old, Ruthie...eats

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"Let them praise His name and dance..." Psalm 149:3

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It has been such a long winter for us. It was so cold, keeping us cooped up inside too often, for too many days in a row. Sickness seemed to run rampant through the house for weeks at a time. The pregnancy kept me feeling run down and in pain most of the time. I was so ready for springtime to arrive.When Phoebe was born, I'd already broken out the flip-flops and skirts. It snowed the day

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-47372284230802453052010-03-23T12:23:00.000-07:002010-03-23T12:39:46.563-07:00

The girls were all freshly bathed, smelling of lavender and berry bubble bath. Everyone was in their clean, warm jammies, and we were all piled up in the big girls' room. I sat with a sleepy Ruthie in the green glider, while Michael and the big girls perched on Phoebe's bed.Somewhere in the routine of stories and songs and prayers, the girls were bouncing and giggling and wrestling and

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March, it seems, is the month of three. Third month, three babies... and now, a three-year-old! Yesterday was Phoebe's third birthday, and I can hardly believe that three years have gone by. It seems like just a moment ago that it was Phoebe I was holding, wrapped up in hospital blankets weighing hardly anything at all. It goes by so fast.I absolutely love having a three year old. The one

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-2668194887634126932010-03-10T20:06:00.000-08:002010-03-10T20:06:00.249-08:00

We all needed to ease into our morning on Sunday. A little PBS and milk (and coffee for the grown ups) seemed to do the trick!

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Since there are plenty of extra hands in the house today, I'm happy to be able to record some of Nora's "data" at seventeen months. Just a few weeks ago, it seemed that she was still so much a baby; there's nothing like having a little sister to make you grow up in a hurry! She seems so big to me now! (sweeter than a powdered donut!)At seventeen months, Nora is...a big sister! She adores her

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As soon as I found out we were having a third girl, I couldn't wait to see her with her sisters. Phoebe was thrilled that she was having another sister, and I really hoped she would maintain her enthusiasm after Ruthie arrived. (When Nora was born, she was somewhat indifferent.) And with Nora being so small... well, I had no idea what to expect. But since Nora is so social and very much into

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I was so relieved when Tuesday morning finally arrived. As thrilled as I was that we would be meeting Ruthie later that day, I was even more thrilled to know that I did not go into labor at home. Because Nora's delivery was SO fast (less than three hours), I was terrified that labor would begin at home and end...well...on the Interstate. In rush hour. While induced labors are not for everyone

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-48852654719960857482010-03-05T12:13:00.000-08:002010-03-05T12:18:53.707-08:00

We are delighted to announce that our sweet Mary Ruth, "Ruthie", has arrived! We are all in love with this precious gift from God, and are at home adjusting to life as a family of five. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!

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As I tucked tiny newborn-size diapers into a basket, I marveled at how tiny newborns really are. Is it true that the two small girls in my house ever wore these tiny diapers? (They did, for the record. Phoebe for at least two months, and Nora even wore preemie diapers for a time.) As I cracked open a new bottle of Dreft and poured it over a small load of tiny new gowns and socks, I was

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When she was small, Phoebe just wasn't much of a snuggler. She was on the go, all the time. She crawled early and was into everything. The only time she'd tolerate being held was when she took a bottle at bedtime, and even then she was a bit of a wiggler.Even now, Phoebe loves to move. (What almost-three-year-old doesn't?) Walking through the grocery store today, Phoebe was almost incapable

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-36181094050644282032010-02-19T12:19:00.000-08:002010-02-19T12:50:20.463-08:00

When I went in for my 36-week checkup a week and a half ago, Ruthie was clearly in no hurry to make her debut. But at 37 weeks, she had flipped into position and progress had already begun. (Lots of progress, I felt, considering I'd had very few contractions up until that point.) As we left the doctor that afternoon, it was finally real that - ready or not - Ruthie is coming, and soon!There

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-85719469714770254922010-02-17T13:07:00.000-08:002010-02-17T13:16:41.752-08:00

I have officially reached the point in pregnancy where I have exactly zero brain cells left. Little Ruthie is going to be pretty smart, because I'm certain she has absorbed what remained of my intelligence along with my energy and my food. Y'all, you forget. I sat down the other night to write (because we've certainly had a lot going on!) and I was able to hammer out approximately two

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-79390275628510552602010-02-09T18:28:00.000-08:002010-02-09T18:57:19.127-08:00

Our sweet Nora is sixteen months old today! This month will be a big one for her because, Lord willing, she will become a big sister this month. (I'm praying SO hard that I don't have to go past my due date!) Every day we see Nora becoming less of a baby and more of a toddler; and every day, Nora is even more delightful. We love our sweet little bunny!At sixteen months, Nora...jabbers nonstop

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-17736952221905369532010-02-04T06:49:00.000-08:002010-02-04T07:02:28.111-08:00

Yesterday morning, I found myself wide awake at 4am. This actually wasn't all that new...I'd been waking at 4 for the past few days, and then finally falling back asleep at 5 for another hour or so. Yesterday I was exceedingly uncomfortable, so I finally dragged myself out of bed.And then I realized that I felt pretty bad.I'll omit the juicy details here, but let's just say I spent most of the

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One afternoon last week, our living room became a full-on Mommy Training Center. We pulled out all of the baby dolls, play bottles, blankies, strollers....everything. We had such a delightful time playing together, and I was really impressed at how well both girls cared for their babies.Nora felt like the first order of business needed to be a walk. And a bottle. At the same time.Phoebe

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When Nora was still a newborn, a trusted friend of mine asked me if I had started blanket time with Phoebe. She probably could sense that I was overwhelmed having a busy toddler and a newborn that was not quite on a consistent schedule, and she knew that blanket time would be a blessing to us. As I'm in the process of blanket training Nora (slowly but surely!), I wanted to document it here --

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-13050068389166251752010-01-27T18:11:00.000-08:002010-01-27T18:33:45.818-08:00

When Mops and Pops offered to keep the girls for a few days, we jumped at the opportunity! We had no plans other than a few projects here and there, but we knew it would be great fun for all parties involved.Michael and I enjoyed some quiet, restful time together. We were able to meet for lunch a few times, and we even ventured out on a date at something like 9:00 on Saturday night. Michael

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Nora is now at the age where I can put her to work. (Start 'em young, I say!) She loves to do business with a rag......and will occasionally use it for its intended purpose! I'm hoping that she'll start copying her sister, who loves to wipe up sticky spots on the floor.Nora is also all business when it comes to the dishwasher. (Her sister was, too!) As soon as I open it, either to load or

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-54706110928620448062010-01-18T12:11:00.000-08:002010-01-18T12:34:56.165-08:00

It was the third spill of the day, and it wasn't even noon. I was so frustrated, and so ready to just scream or cry or just completely lose it. But she looked up with those big brown eyes and chirped, "That's okay, Mama!"She was right. I didn't want to admit it, but she was. The spill was small, and even if it hadn't been... well, she's two. Two-year-olds are clumsy and uncoordinated and

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-67193150843415820362010-01-15T12:33:00.000-08:002010-01-15T13:04:29.308-08:00

Between the hours of 1:00 and 3:00 (give or take), naptime reigns supreme. We're in the middle of Nora's transition to one nap, so those hours can be a little off... but generally, I can count on two hours where all little people are snoring. Only very extraordinary circumstances will cause us to skip naptime.Of the two girls, Phoebe is easily the better napper. (I think Nora is afraid she's

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-79354587437094823462010-01-14T12:48:00.000-08:002010-01-14T12:59:57.248-08:00

I thought it was hee-larious when the schools around here decided to cancel school at the threat of snow the next day. They predicted close to an inch, but really... all we got was a few flurries. When it finally did start snowing (around 10:30 in the morning), I bundled the girls up for our requisite "snow day" pictures.twirling in the snow...can I just stay here on the porch?Phoebe was a

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-7974094238020765632010-01-11T15:00:00.000-08:002010-01-11T18:22:11.303-08:00

Two mornings a week, I brave the cold and the early morning traffic to receive physical therapy before Michael goes to work. I leave before the girls wake up and am home by a few minutes after nine; it's a good fit for our schedule, especially because I expected these appointments to be tremendously inconvenient.Michael has the privilege of handling breakfast for our hungry little munchkins on

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Nora turned fifteen months old yesterday! She celebrated with a noseload of snot and a fever. She's carried it into today, and I'm done blaming it on teeth since it's turned a lovely shade of green and her cough is something nightmarish. Because of her sickness, I stayed home from church with her today and enjoyed some sweet one-on-one time. I really forgot how much I love this age -

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I am SUCH a sissy about the cold. And y'all, it is cold. We've been feeling pretty cooped up since I'm unwilling to let my children (and myself) play outside when it feels like it's twelve degrees outside, so it was time to take a field trip.Chick-fil-A, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I've never actually braved the Chick-fil-A ("Chicken House", as Phoebe calls it) playground on my

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-72315157020436365522010-01-04T18:35:00.000-08:002010-01-04T18:43:38.123-08:00

Although I seldom watch video clips that show up on blogs or in my email, my mom sent me this one today and it was tremendously encouraging. It's a sketch called, "The Invisible Woman." I've read a summary of it somewhere else (you can read it here), but it was particularly moving to see it performed.I wanted to share this here in case it might encourage some of you. Friends, you are not

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My girls both have loved The Laundry Game. The Laundry Game is this: to remove laundry (clean or dirty, it doesn't matter) from whatever receptacle in which it happens to currently reside. As fast as possible. Laundry baskets, hampers, and drawers are all fair game; bonus points for laundry taken from the dryer while Mommy is trying to load (or unload) clean clothes. Peak playing age for The

Sarah Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16384771751959043134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3978177112033430479.post-74131964372147932132010-01-02T08:17:00.000-08:002010-01-02T18:37:03.531-08:00

The other night, I had a come-apart. You know the kind: ugly cry, quivering lip, and totally out of control, thanks to the insane amount of hormones running through my body right now. I think it was brought on by a funny tone in Michael's voice, or something equally significant.The last several weeks have been, quite frankly, overwhelming. I mentioned earlier that my back was starting to

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Phoebe and I have played countless games of Memory over the past few months. She loves playing games, and she particularly loves the undivided attention she gets during game play. So to add to our board game library, Michael and I purchased her the preschool board game classic, Candyland.It's really the perfect game for her right now: simple, colorful, and pretty fast-paced. What I didn't

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Michael and I had a ridiculous amount of fun choosing gifts for our girls. We carefully planned each gift in hopes that each of them would receive maximum delight on Christmas morning. We actually giggled to each other, thinking about how much fun they'd have with their gifts. We know them well, so choosing good gifts was really a cinch; and truthfully, they really have been delighted with the

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Our little Norabelle seems to have turned into a toddler overnight! She seems determined to turn herself into quality big sister material before her little sister arrives in March. And while it kills me that this is late (really, really late, especially since I didn't update at thirteen months), I need to get this down before I forget what a precious little love she is at this age.At 14 months,

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If you've ever been to my house at Christmas, you've seen a large painting above my fireplace that looks, well, a lot like the one perched on our kitchen table tree. I painted it when I was pregnant with Phoebe, and it is by far my favorite Christmas decoration. It's a 2'x3' reminder to be joyful. (Sometimes I think it needs to be billboard sized, just to get the message into my thick skull.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Nora, my sweet little baby (at least until March), is already ONE! I think I've been in denial about her growing up... but really, one?! Already? Evidently the seasons march on, even before a mama is ready for them to.We celebrated Nora's first year quietly - just family, as has become our tradition - but Nora didn't seem to mind, especially since she got to smash cupcakes on two different days!

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While Daddy was watching some baseball with Phoebe curled up on his lap:Michael: Phoebe, what team does Daddy like?Phoebe: (Thinks for a minute)...the Braves!M: Good girl! What team does Pops like?P: Mmmm...Red Sox!M: Phoebe, what team do you like?P: (Thinks for a long time)....Phoebe like pink!

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Nora, my "itty bitty", is certainly not very itty bitty anymore. A month away from one (!), she becomes more of a little person every day. Since Nora's ten month day fell during my break from blogging, it's been a while since Nora has had an update all to herself. It's amazing how much this little eleven month old can do!At eleven months, Nora...is a beautiful, predictable sleeper...most of

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Yesterday, I sat with a chirping Norabelle in my lap and was overwhelmed with delight in her. What a precious gift she is! She is so different from the sister that she adores, and yet no less wonderful. And at that moment, I could hardly contain my excitement over this newest baby, set to arrive in just six months!My hands are certainly full -- and will be moreso when the new baby arrives --

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It wasn't my intention at first to stay silent for my entire first trimester. But the truth is, I had a more intense trimester than with either of the girls and I found myself with literally nothing to say. Once the sickness hit at six weeks and I started napping for the girls' entire naptime every day, I had to strip down my commitments to the bare minimum. Fortunately, survival mode only

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In my last post, some of you were amazed at how big Nora had gotten! She really does look like she's almost as big as Phoebe... and she feels like it, too! (She weighs about five pounds less than Phoebe right now.)I always wanted a sister growing up so that I could share clothes with someone. Phoebe and Nora are starting this pretty early on. What do you think?Oh yes. You read that shirt

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These "Things" have been keeping me pretty busy lately! In the midst of our normally busy life at home, we also have had a couple of viruses, Nora's got an ear infection, and I'm just trying to make sure we're eating and wearing clean clothes. (We are, by the way!) Thankfully, it sounds like those "Things" have finally settled in for their naps... so I'm going to go take one, too, while I

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Nine months? Really? These months with our Norabelle have flown by. I don't know if it's having a toddler in the house or what... but it seems like just a moment ago that I was pregnant with Nora. I'm amazed that she has now been here with us as long as she was gestating.Nora remains our happy little love. She still seems like such a baby to me, where I know at nine months, Phoebe seemed

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