If you are a mom, you know about efficiency. You know about needing to be at four places at the same time. You know about cooking while unloading the dishwasher. You know about cleaning, and recleaning the mess your kids made being occupied while you were sprucing things nice. Well, I’ve been taking notice of all the little things I do to stay ahead. I have so far to go with becoming more efficient, but I thought I’d share my list in progress… 1. Buy a container of cleaning wipes to keep under each bathroom sink. When the kids get in the bath, grab one or two, and wipe down the toilet and sink area. Save the deep cleaning for once a week. 2. Flip your hair over when blow-drying your hair; pick up all the random trash, hair ties, and toys that are left by your bathroom sink while […]
Here are 10 Things I had to remind myself today when the job of correcting my children felt especially difficult… 1. You disobey the Lord…and He is the perfect Father. 2. His kindness leads us to repentance. 3. God disciplines those He loves. 4. Your child’s disobedience does not measure your value any more than his obedience showcases your achievement. 5. Your child’s disobedience teaches you dependence on God. 6. And sometimes it’s more than dependence He’s after, it’s complete desperation for Him. 7. Your child is clearly a sinner, and needs to hear the truth of the Gospel, and see it lived out through you. 8. Times of correction serve to remind, or establish within your child, his own sense of need for a Savior. 9. It’s not good behavior you really desire…you want his heart. 10. Your child is a person, not a project.
Attempting to keep the baby happy during a heartfelt conversation with friends, I allowed the baby to crawl (supervised) onto our glass kitchen table… …in pursuit of Cheerios… …unsuccessfully… …but with great determination. Yay! He got one! Immediately followed by another one of Number 4′s favorite pastimes:
Our crawling-teething-squawking 7 month old is now a crawling-teething-squawking-pulling up 7 month old that climbs up two flights of stairs on his own. And if that were not enough to make me batty– at naptime, this little monkey pulls up and protests his imprisonment by wailing over the edge of his crib. Wouldn’t you know our sweet babe can’t get back down, and consequently hollers until someone relieves him. What does all this amount to? Baby: fussing and mischief. Parent: exhaustion. The boy does not stop or sit still, ever! And nothing seemed to please him today, except… …blueberries! Don’t be misled by the excessive cuteness here. He knows how to work the camera!
It’s official: we no longer have a rolling Stone. We now have a full-fledged crawler, albeit army crawling–the kid gets everywhere he wants to go. E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E. We took Number 4 in for a 6 month well-check yesterday, and the doc confirmed the 20 lb. little munchkin was 3-4 months ahead of schedule in motor skills and general readiness in all things boy. Relief: We thought we were losing our minds, feeling like we skipped an entire stage of babyhood! Panic: Baby-proof the house! Put up the gate! Clean up the Legos! Get the dog hair out of his mouth! In spite of the current chaos of loud (yes, he also screeches Teradacktal style) and mobility, I’ve been feeling super sentimental about the toddler stage replacing the baby. Who knows if he’s our last, but I still find myself clinging to every moment of every day with this little one. I […]
3:30 in the afternoon is Teatime at our house. It’s our new tradition. My recent reentry into the world of tea has reminded me how much I love the ceremony, and why it’s appropriate for young gentlemen as it is for young ladies. And young gentlemen are what I have. Number 1 and Number 2 are now old enough to forgo afternoon naps, and enjoy reading and engaging in quiet activities in the afternoons while the little ones are asleep. Our diminutive respite is held daily at the kitchen table around 3:30. The boys sip, respectfully, out of thrifted teacups that came complete with a voice altering function that turn manly boys into demure young lads. We steep our teapot, stir discreetly with our demitasse spoons, and indulge in sweet little sugar cubes. Occasionally, we munch on lemon wafer cookies. The best part of this ritual is the deliberate conversation […]
Dear Caleb, Seven years ago today, I experienced the greatest miracle on earth as you were born into this world. I really had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I knew you were a gift from God. For the first time in seven years, I am really feeling the full import of your birthday– that you are growing up, never to return to that of a little child. You are so big this year. You make conversation, you do dishes, you change diapers, you make real choices, and you apply God’s Word! You came in last night before bed, and gave me my “last six-yr. old hug,” and rather than feeling loss for the time that is passing so quickly, I was challenged to make every day I continue to have with you count. There have been many days that Ma Ma has wasted, focusing […]
A week with one girlfriend, no husbands, and 7 children (under six) hardly seemed like a vacation when we planned last week’s trip, especially when Number 3 still wakes up from night terrors, and Number 4 isn’t yet sleeping through the night. Also, have I mentioned that Number 3 has been obsessed with his daddy since the arrival of Number 4? My expectations: exhaustion, chaos, disobedience from the kids, lots of crying, and a “make the best of it” kind of trip… And yet, while Troy was at Shepherd’s Conference the whole week, refueling for the call on his life, the kids and I had an unexpected reprieve that not only knit our hearts together, but recharged my batteries as a wife and mother. As the saying goes: Sometimes when you are squeezed, you find what you are really made of. Of course it was challenging to take all the […]
Dear MaMa, Thank you for making such rich meals that send me into a milk coma. And for talking sweet to me in the middle of the night. For sacrificing some leisurely freedoms in order to keep me on schedule. For kissing my neck even though it’s often stinky from being a “cheese factory.” For shielding me from the rough and tumble games and the thundering noises as my brothers circle around me all day long. For singing to me. And for the ice cream you had earlier. –Stone Dear Stone, It’s my pleasure. I’m your MaMa. –MaMa
Our friends, Peter and Katy, gifted us with a most special gift for our new baby. We were given a rare copy of a work written by our son’s namesake, David Livingstone. This book has an inscription on the front cover noting it as a gift given in the year 1903, over a hundred years before the birth of our Livingtone. I anticipate all five of my men, huddled together over a book like they do each night, eagerly soaking up the missionary journeys of this adventurous man of history. What will become of my little men? Will they know the sacrifice and joy of a life lived in obedience? I pray, even now, that it might be so.
Liam and Judah cozying after breakfast with “blank” and “fuzz”. These two requested to have their picture taken by the “cheese machine.” Waiting for the shuttle bus after a family fieldtrip down at the University…looking awful cool in his peacoat…moments before falling over onto his head because he wouldn’t take his hands out of his pockets. Off to a doctor’s appointment. Daddy dressed them that day, can you tell? Learning geography in Latin while waiting for the doc to show up. We amuse me. Taken on Sunday, right before church, just in case I were to go into labor right after the service (which I had requested…) Do you like my little belt detail? It made my cheap black dress chic. This warm and snuggly outfit (which I’ve been ignorantly calling a babushka because it sounded warm and snuggly) is just waiting for that baby boy to arrive…like the rest […]
There is something about knowing that your life is about to be transformed forever that makes you either waste your time as if being unproductive makes you less accountable for what time remains…or raises you up and causes you to take notice of the many things to savor and relish that presently grace your life. I’m basking in the fact that I’ve chosen the latter today, and have found immense enjoyment in folding laundry with the boys, teaching on subject-verb agreement, getting up early, unloading the dishwasher, serving lunch to a friend, saying “I love you” more than I usually remember to, practicing forgiveness whenever the courtroom of my mind wants to start its session, and actively putting aside worry for the changes to come, and the anticipation of the unknowns. The Lord is sufficient for all my needs today–and for that which is to come…any day now. “Therefore do […]