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Friday, April 26, 2013

# 0038: Rocking Babies

I love rocking my babies. I love to be able to rock them to sleep or calm them down when they're worked up. 
Honestly my girl has been my favorite to rock. The boys were really more interested in the food. I could rock her all day long because she was the only one at the time. We would "rock 'n' read" after lunch and "rock, read-n, sing" before bed. 
I loved rocking the girl to sleep... until she got too big to rock to sleep. I'd think she was asleep, lay her down and those big eyes would pop open. That's when we had to start some sleep training. Around 9 months or so we had to let her cry it out... sort of. We kept our rockin' routine, then we checked in on her every 10-15 minutes and basically did everything but pick her up again. I even sat, holding her little fingers through the slats of her crib singing every verse of "Jesus Loves Me" I knew about 76 times each. I wanted to pick her up and rock her, but it just got to where she wouldn't rock to sleep anymore. We kept our routine except for the laying-her-down-completely-asleep part. She had to learn to get herself to sleep. You never know about those rascals. It was a different story with the boy and I know it will be different with the new boy, too.
I know there's a blog post going around right now about all the contradictions in baby sleep advice from the experts. I'm blessed to have my own panel of experts, of course; "The Grandmas". 
I'm not sure what all the expert books say, but I have yet to meet a grandma- anybody's grandma of any age that wasn't ready and willin' to drop everything for a chance to rock a baby. They all get that same sweet, longing look on their faces recalling the babies they've rocked. That tells me something. That tells me that rocking babies is meaningful (to say the least) for years to come for the babies and the mamas. It's bonding. It's memorable. It's something you don't want to miss out on! 
I'm all for the parenting books, but rocking babies just seems like basic common sense; a natural, motherly thing to do at least every once in awhile. I love the memories I have of rocking my babies. I even have memories of being rocked myself by both grandmas. I remember singing "This Little Light of Mine" while being rocked back and forth. 
This is the song that was going through my head while writing this post:




I'll do everything I can to make you proud to be my man 
And I'll fulfill all your fantasies
I guess we're promising a lot, but for now it's all we've got 
And I'll stand by you thru our rockin' years 

Rockin' chairs, rockin' babies, rock-a-bye, rock of ages 
Side by side we'll be together always 
And if you'll hold me tight when you love me 
That's all I'll ask of you 
And I'll stand by you thru our rockin' years 

I'll be your friend, I'll be your lover 
Until the end, there'll be no other 
'Cause my heart has only room for one 
Yes, I'll always love you, and I'll always be here for you 
And I'll stand by you thru our rockin' years 

Rockin' chairs, rockin' babies, rock-a-bye, rock of ages 
Side by side we'll be together always 
And if you'll hold me tight when you love me 
That's all I'll ask of you 
And I'll stand by you thru our rockin' years 

Rockin' chairs, rockin' babies, rock-a-bye, rock of ages 
Side by side, we'll be together always 
And, yes, I'll always love you and I'll always be here for you 
And I'll stand by you thru our rockin' years, and I'll be here 
And I'll stand by you thru our rockin' years 

Thru our rockin' years 


Yep, that's "Rockin' Years" (Dolly Parton with Ricky Van Shelton from their albums Eagle When She Flies and Backroads, respectively)




Monday, April 22, 2013

# 0037: The Differences

Today at lunch, my little boy took a big bunch of grapes out of the box. "Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-o..." he said very excitedly as he pulled the bunch out by the stem!
"Are you gonna eat all those," I asked him? He answered with more "whoa" s, dropped them on his plate and dug in.
His older sister was sitting next to him with a skeptical look on her face. She said, "I don't think he's going to eat all those."
"Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa-o..." was about all he could say (he's a little Joey Lawernce in training).


Pretty typical convo, right? Typical boy with eyes bigger than his stomach. Typical unimpressed girl living in reality about these crazy "feats of strength".
I had to laugh. I love that I get to see for myself, up close these major differences right there in my own kitchen.
These kids may be "typical", but they keep me entertained! I love seeing these typical differences between boy and girl. I love being able to enjoy both of them and have fun with their distinctions.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Church Pew Training aka "CPT"

Out of the blue the other day, The Man of the House says to me, "Ultimately, I'm glad our kids sit with us through church."
I'm not sure what he meant by "ultimately", but I agreed. Then, we went on to discuss The Boy's actions in church that morning... not bad... but restless, ya know?
We have all kinds of good stories from the church pew (I think everybody's favorite is the Chocolate Cheerios Incident of 2011). Like everything else, you live and you learn; on-the-job-training; life training and now CPT.
CPT is what we call "Church Pew Training". My family and I were talking one day about how our kids act in church; the difficulties and frustrations of getting them to sit still, keeping them quiet, remaining calm ourselves, the funny things they do, discipline and ect. We summed it all up by admitting that we know it gets better, it's just the age, we laughed and called the whole process "CPT".
I feel like we are in a good place with our CPT right now. I think we've already got one certificate (there is no certificate) and we may graduate early (there is no graduation) with the other kiddos. It really can be a frustrating, sometimes embarrassing, tiring, and a loooooooong process, but once you have that certificate (there is no certificate) it's worth it! CPT can be a long, loud wrestling match 2-3 hours a week, but I'm confident that the results will be immeasurable!
I know that a lot of people send their kids to the nursery or Children's Church during worship services. Our congregation doesn't have those things. We go to Sunday School for an hour and then the entire congregation comes together for worship services. While it's true that I would be able to pay more attention to the sermon not being in a wrestling match or not doling out snacks or coloring or pointing out all the penguins in a book I love that they are there right next to me the whole time.
I love that they get to see how I bow my head to pray (James 5:16). I love that they get to see their dad taking notes and following along in his Bible (Acts 20:7, Colossians 4:16). I love that they get to watch us take communion. I love that they get to see us being reverent and serious about "drinking the juice and eating the crackers" (1 Corinthians 11:25-26). I love that are watching and listening to me sing praises to God (Hebrews 13:15). I love that I don't have to make excuses for my voice because to them and God I sound like an angel. They are watching every little thing we do and these acts of worship are the most important things we do all week. I love their questions and comments (1 Peter 3:15)! I love watching them proudly drop their pennies and quarters in the collection plate on it's way down the pew (1 Corinthians 16:2). I am very thankful that they get to see me and their dad participating in worship to God. I love that they get to see  how important and meaningful it is to us from such a young age.
The day that we're not carrying in diaper bags and coloring books and constantly worrying about what kind of faces they're making at the people behind us will come all too soon. The day that I don't have to worry about what to wear- pants or skirt  during my wrestling match  to church Sunday morning will be here before I know it.
In the meantime, here are some suggestions for your own CPT that have worked for us:

  1. Bring a church bag. Fill a small bag with books, coloring books, paper, pencils, colors, a couple of toys (our kids always have to bring a "guy" with them so that their "guy" can hear The Gospel), snacks, whatever. We have forgotten our church bag the last couple of weeks... I wont say it has been a disaster. I will say that I am going to load it in the car as soon as I finish this post.
  2. Let them turn around. When they're little bitty, I see nothing wrong with letting them turn around in the pew for a second every once in a while to stare down the folks behind them. Most people will find it adorable and a pleasant interruption to the service. It's a great way for the little people to make friends and feel comfortable in their surroundings.
  3. Snuggle. This is a great time to snuggle. Maybe you just have to physically hold them still, hug and love on them in your lap. Hugs and kisses, scratching backs, playing with their hair, whatever. Maybe they're already kind of tired that time of day. Just wrap your arms around them tight and make them comfortable.
  4. Wrestle-Mania! I don't reccomend wearing a skirt for this. Ha ha ha- no really. Sometimes those little squirm worms on your lap can wrestle around so much they stretch the neck of that shirt down lower than what you had it Saturday night and they bring the hem of your shirt up to meet. But sometimes you just have to wrestle. You're picking them up off the floor, they're throwing themselves over your shoulder, they're stretched out flat, then they're bouncing on your knees. You're sitting their little bottoms down next to yours with a coloring book and they're swinging from your neck. You're picking up a toy from the floor and they're doing a head stand on the pew. After the closing prayer, you're a wore out, hot mess. If you're me, you've got the experienced parents behind you (who thoroughly enjoyed the show) patting you on the back, saying, "Feels like a wrestling match, doesn't it? Yeah, we've been there." Sometimes it just has to be done. Light at the end of the tunnle? Before you know it, they will be sitting still, minding their own business only asking a few questions throughout. Before you know it, they'll be asking you questions about Jesus. Before you know it, you will be discussing the lesson with them that afternoon. The bigger picture? The goal? Your main objective? Proverbs 22:6 and well, we're just trying to get to heaven and take as many people with us as possible. 
  5. Never let their little feet touch the floor. This will sometimes result in a wrestling match, but we never let them down from your lap or their seat. As soon as they get down to just walk around within your own aisle you'll be lifting up your feet while they're rolling under them and jumping up to chase them down the aisle at least 2- 3 times in a 30 minute span.
  6. Don't make empty promises (or threats). I know we've all heard this in just about every dicussion ever had on discipline. I don't care for being a broken record, so if you need more I'd suggest some of James Dobson's books like Dare to Discipline or The Strong-Willed Child or Parenting Isn't for Cowards. I'm no experienced expert! C'mon people, I've only been a mom for 5 years!
  7. Relax. Have a sense of humor. Stick to it. Okay, so maybe I rolled three points up into one, here. They are the easiest and the hardest. I know that from the pulpit they warn about habits and going through the motions of being a Christian, don't fall into a routine, ect. But with kids, make it a habit! Make Sunday school a habit! Make praying a routine. The prayer doesn't have to be routine, the weekly habit doesn't have to be boring, just make it expected and let them know what you expect from them. Don't give up on making God, His commands, His Church, His people a priority. It doesn't get easier to start up later. It gets easier when you've made it a priority. Don't worry about what other people think. Even if you have to get up 20 times in a 30 minute span the fact that you are there is an encouragment to someone else. Afterwards, go have lunch, sit back and tell stories of all the crazy things your kids did that morning. Heck, throw in some stories of other poeple's kids, too. Those are always better. 
These are just some suggestions of things that have helped us. Being with God's people is a blessing that I look forward to. I know that seeing my family in church (distractions they may be) is a blessings to everyone else just as everyone is to me. I love having the kids there right next to me to hug on, to sing with, to whisper to, to laugh at, to tickle, to hold, to color and draw with, to pray with and even wrestle with.
Encouraging parents to take their families to church is definitely something that falls by the wayside. There are plenty of excuses to not go no matter what stage of life you're in, but when you have kids the excuses are infinite! Believe me-  I know all the "Little Excuses".
I also love that *BONUS* I can take them to weddings or funerals without much worry because they know the drill for the most part. We both have had practice. We've both been through CPT.


Friday, April 12, 2013

# 0035: Favorite Stories: The Chocolate Cheerios

I love telling stories about my kiddos. I've got baby books, blog books and journals of things they say plus photo albums where I take notes. One day, there will be a family historian that will love me!
Here's an oldie but a goodie:



In January of 2010 a brand new flavor of Cheerios hit grocery store shelves; chocolate! In September of 2011 our family brought a box home to our shelves... and this is where our story begins:
This is one of my most my most embarrassing mom stories (way worse than any breastfeeding mis-hap [to date]).
Typically, we bring a small container of Cheerios with us to church services for The Little Man. Not because he can’t go a little ole’ hour without eating but, because of the time services are (and to keep him occupied).
The Man of the House packed a Rubbermaid container full of chocolate Cheerios one Sunday morning. Our kitchen does not have much counter space and the only place to sit the box was on top of a fork laying on the counter. Don’t set cereal boxes on top of forks- you will end up with cereal scattered all over your kitchen floor. I wish this bad omen would have been the end of the story... After the clean-up, he packed the Cheerios away in the church-bag (the church-bag is just a small bag with colors, a coloring book, a couple toys and... Cheerios inside for the kiddos).
We were getting around really well that day and made it to church early! After the singing, the preaching began which is when the church-bag is typically brought out. The Cheerios container was filled to the brim! The Little Man gets EXTREMELY excited about food so we have to hide the container from him and dole the cheerios out one or two at a time. It’s hard to hold the big guy, dole out the Cheerios and keep it hidden all at the same time so, I pass the container off to The Man of the House. Our hand-off was less than smooth... the container full of Cheerios slipped between our hands, dropped on floor and the Cheerios SCATTERED! The floor is carpet, but there were so many Cheerios, it was like Skittles in a movie theatre except they didn’t roll... DISASTER! Heavy sighs from the both of us and The Little Man is rocking back and forth (making his grunting MMM-MMM noise) trying to get at ‘em!
There were so many Cheerios in the container that some of them managed to stay put. We decided to give The Little Man the container and let him dig in. With much less Cheerios in the cup they wont overflow with his little fist digging in and if he spills one or two, so what?(... now...). So, he’s digging in, pulling out fist fulls and stuffing them in his mouth. Who can blame him? They are chocolate... Cheerios... Cheerios with a thin, sticky, chocolate glaze... I’m trying to pay attention to the lesson when he looks up at me and smiles. He looks like he’s been eating a Hershey bar! His whole face- mouth, chin, cheeks, forehead, eyelids- covered in chocolate! -hands, arms, shirt -chocolate! His cheeks are bulging with Cheerios like a chipmunk with nuts preparing for the winter. I just smiled back at him. He was really enjoying himself. My mom saw the mess and handed me a Rib Crib wet wipe from her purse and shrugged. I decided I would wait to do any clean-up till he was all done. The Man of the Hosue shook his head. Every time we uncrossed and recrossed our legs we couldn’t avoid hearing the crunch of chocolate Cheerios on the floor.
THEN! Then, The Little Man started to choke. There were so many Cheerios in there! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why did I let him just have-at-it? He choked and gagged and well, he was really struggling. I swept my finger through his mouth three or four times pulling out very soggy Cheerios and handing them over to The Man of the House (who claimed later that he wasn’t ever concerned about the choking scene). Finger sweeps, patting on the back- Did I mention we sit in the front? Finally, everything seemed to be “under control” so I got up and carried The Little Man out to the car where I cleaned up his face and hands, changed his diaper and put a clean shirt on him. I really did not want to go back in there. I had the keys- I could have just left. I could have sat The Girl's car seat on the ground with a note for her and her dad that said, “Find a way home.” I did not want to go back in there... but, I knew I still had Cheerios to clean up- crunched and whole... so we went back in... After worship was over, I got the vacuum and The Man of the House, my mom and a very sweet lady who sits behind us helped pick up the Cheerios. I rushed out of there as fast as I could!
So, many opportunities to have given up on eating a chocolaty Cheerio snack; at home, we could have left them on our floor; at church, we could have left that container on the floor... Heavy sigh...
Moral: 
CHOCOLATE CHEERIOS ARE NOT FOR CHURCH!



Monday, April 8, 2013

# 0034: The Kids' Easter Candy

Starburst (or "Starwars" around house) Jelley Beans...


'Nuff said.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

# 0033: The Whimper and the Whine

The Whimper and the Whine- sounds like a country song.
Our baby is getting to that separation anxiety stage. He must know where mama is at all times. Dad is cool and so are a lot of other people, but their coolness starts to wear off the later in the evening it gets and the longer mom is gone... "Where is she?!" 
This particular baby boy is pretty calm, really. Unlike his siblings, he doesn't completely freak out into uncontrollable screaming. Instead he does sort of a whimper and a whine. It's so cute and so much more preferable than the ear piercing screams of his siblings. It sounds so pathetically adorable. I mean that in the most endearing way. It is really, really sweet. He looks so worried and his little head nearly swivels off his neck following me out of the room. I love the whimper and whine... "Wait! Why- why- why are you leaving?" His little mouth is gaped open. Then, the lips pooch out... "Aren't you coming back? I gotta eat again in like 2 and a half hours. Don't forget!"
I got to hear the whimper and the whine from another little baby the other day. I loved that one, too. This 11 month old baby was smiling and having a great time with her grandma, not paying a bit of attention to her mom until she saw her mom heading towards the back door. Then the lip came out and the whimper and the whine and I loved it! Especially since we have been praying for this little baby and her lungs for the past year. Her whimper and whine and even her cry are sweet- they're the sounds of answered prayers.

Just go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdgKkjM4DTs just for fun.