You're right.
I'm completely behind on my family scrapbook and an update is well past-due. I can't wait to talk about the new love in our life that is only 3 months old but 30 pounds...nevermind, that was last week, he's a solid 45 by now I'm sure. Rhett has a buddy to lap up water puddles with and it's adorable. Natalie gets to play superhero and rescue her brother and sister from The Giant One's hugs and kisses on an hourly basis. Lainey can put Clyde, the 30 year old plastic dog, back up on the shelf now.
Ahhhh, Lainey, that's better!
Ahhhh, Lainey, that's better!
Rudy as a puppy.
I need to write about how awesome Lainey is doing and how we are living an almost normal life for the first time in 3 years...seriously, before I forget all the good and bad of our journey. I'VE GOT TO WRITE IT ALL DOWN and tell you how her new pediatrician is doing just that! A portion of the doctor's new book is devoted to Lainey's medical journey and the road to recovery we are now on. To be continued...
(she hasn't lost her kinky curls, this was the work of a curling iron)
Wait til you see pics and video from Natalie's first dance with her daddy, and hear how she's reading FIRST GRADE level books as a preschooler (this might be normal but so cool for Mommy and Daddy to hear!)...and I can't forget to bore you to death with endless footage from our recent family ski trip with our sweet friends, the Moores, where Natalie learned to ski and was skiing the blues faster than me, which isn't fast, but still she was brilliant out there and yes (deep breath), I'm absolutely bragging...I just couldn't be more proud of the little lady (and athlete) she is becoming.
And Rhett...he steals my heart more every day. I love that he loves sucking on doodle bugs and knows no fear of physical challenges. Now, the car wash and big blue hand on Praise Baby DVD are a very different story. We're working through it, right homie?
My baby is a gum chewer
Helping us clean the garage out...
So many stories I want to tell you about but...*big long sighhhhh*...what a whirlwind, no tornado, life is right now. I've learned a little bit more about surrender with every child, which is incredibly difficult for (what used to be) a type-A personality. When we started the journey of three kids ages 3 and under, one of them chronically ill, I started learning to let it go or lose my mind (...wait a sec, I think I might have done both...ok, who do I talk to about a refund??) In the process of surrendering I've found myself completely embracing the craziness that permeates just about every waking minute in this season of life. Things are so out of balance most of the time yet I love it and am finding J-O-Y in surrender, joy in CRAZY. THAT is CRAZY!!
Still all the noise around me tries to push and guilt me into a life of "balance" and for a second I start to compare my abilities and deficits as a mother to other mothers I see around me. But somehow (by His grace) I keep feeling that this temporary imbalance in life is just where I am supposed to be and I feel so grateful that our house is full of LIFE and madness. I would give our life a great big hug if I could. And a kiss. That's what I've been thinking about lately...
Then I stumbled across this gem of a read last night. http://wholeheart.typepad.com/itakejoy/2010/03/balancing-life-is-oversold.html
It made me feel all warm and fuzzy so I wanted to share...it is written by Sally Clarkson, whose Mom Heart ministry has changed my life and, in turn, it has changed our home.
Pucker up LIFE. I love you.
