Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Thank you that I got two Daddy days in a row! Thank you for Mommy reading a book with me. And thank you for Emma, my sweetie-worm.
Jesus, please help Emma's tummy feel better. Help the germs in her tummy just be all gone right away at the tippy-top of the morning tomorrow morning so we can have a happy Emma Bear again tomorrow.
Good night, Jesus!
And suddenly I remember once again that I am BLESSED
Emma is still not recovering well. She's probably no longer infected with the icky bug she had last week, but her GI is very much still not back to normal and she's just so weak and tired and snuggly all the time. I mean, as usual, I'll take the snuggles, but I really hate that she's not feeling well.
She did manage to give me a Bear smile this evening, though ...
I am so thankful that I get to be Charlie's and Emma's mom
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Do you ever feel like you're working really really hard just to tread water?
She's been doing really well lately, so I guess we're due :)
But if you could pray for quick recovery for the Bear, we'd really appreciate it!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Emma can get up on couches by herself now ... yikes!
What I'm really excited about, though, is that she can also get OFF of the couch by herself :)
Love that girl!
And this boy ... I tell ya ... my son just blows me away!
This morning, Charlie announced, "Mommy, I think that maybe I'm old enough now to have the training wheels off my bike."
Apparently he knew what he was talking about. We took him to a nearby park where some un-used ice hockey rinks seemed like the perfect place to teach him to ride a bike. We figured it would be a pain-staking process. At least, I remember yelling "don't let go!" a lot when I was the child on the bike.
But we walked the bike up to the ice rink, Charlie got on, and Daddy said, "Are you ready?" Charlie said he was, so Daddy gave him a push. He was off.
"I'm proud of myself!" :)
Go, Charlie, go!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Charlie hasn't been old enough to join in until this year. Well, really until yesterday :)
He's been staring longingly out the window ever since the snow melted. I haven't ever told him he CAN'T go play, but he's never asked. Yesterday I could literally see his little boy heart working up the courage ...
I asked him if he wanted to go play with them and he thought for a long time and said yes. So we walked out and I approached the two boys who I knew to be older brothers of boys approximately Charlie's age. We asked if Charlie could play and they said yes.
See ya, Mom!!
Mom ... I'm not 'Mommy' anymore ... I'm Mom ...
The sport of the day was baseball, but with a tennis racket and a tennis ball. Charlie patiently waited his turn. I watched through the window from inside like a good Mom. He walked confidently up to home plate and the boy pitching walked compassionately closer to him. He hit the ball!!!
As he ran to first base with all his might, I may or may not have jumped up and down in the living room. Josh may or may not have had to chide me "Do NOT let the bigger boys see you doing that!"
He world is getting bigger and bigger. I'm having to hold on more and more loosely. He's doing more things without me.
It's the way it's supposed to be. I'm proud of him
But it hurts
Emma is doing great, too. She's taking more and more bites. She's happy. She'll walk someday. She loves me very much and she loves being with me.
I get longer with her. I won't lie, it's kind of nice.
But I'm allowed to say that that hurts, too.
I love my kids and I'm so proud of who they are. I guess I just never realized how gut-wrenchingly painful it is to be a mom.