‘Cause it’s all about them.
Cadrian would have been fine right here. Friendly kitties are all he really needs for a good time. But I dragged him on to the rest of the fun.
This is a corn crib turned gazebo, but I really need one at our farm for Baby Jail.
You’d think that would be a big enough of an event for someone due to have Baby # 4 in 41 days (give or take) but no!
My parent’s church threw an awesome picnic we then attended. Food galore! Down home cookin’ to die for (or at least get up out of the lawn chair for!) Friendly fun people! Games!
The girls went to spend the night at Gigi and Opa’s and Cadrian and I returned home grubby, exhausted and happy.
Kid #1 turned six today!
I love you Sweet Baby A! I hope this year is your best one yet!
Kid #3 had Birthday #1 in the Farm Fresh Birthdaypalooza.
Grandma brought over yummy chocolate cake. The frosting was a huge hit, as was my Farm Fresh Homemade Vanilla.
Brielle had all she could do to restrain herself and not open ALL of Cadrian’s presents. She loved this puppy that blew bubbles from Grandma and Grandpa.
but the most fun comes in letting them go, watching them float carelessly to the ceiling, and then shouting “BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!” at the top of your voice until one of your giants gets it for you
So you can do the shouting all over again!
More birthday fun tomorrow, Farm Fresh Fans, when I’ll have a six year old for the first time ever.
Whenever I think of public education, I imagine a cross between an enforced 13-year-long session of Simon Says and the movie Cool Hand Luke.–David Albert
Man. The more knowledge I get, the less trustful I am of the medical establishment at large.
I am all excited to knit up this new pattern I got for baby cocoons and baby pods. They are so adorable for the newborn pictures I plan to take.
Kevin barely glanced at the photos I was gaga over, and made some comment like, “Oh, like the baby will really stay in the cocoon for you to take a picture of it.”
I retorted with something witty like, “The babies do for this photographer.“
And he said, “well you’re not her.”
Then later, I asked him why he doesn’t like to watch homebirth videos like I’m recently obsessed with doing.
He said, “I’m a guy. That’s why.”
Our baby now weighs about 3.75-4 lbs and measures about 19 inches in total.
Our baby’s increasing size means that he has less room to move around in my uterus. That would probably explain why there always seems to be a foot stuck under my ribs.
At our last midwife appointment (which took place in my living room, thank you very much!), she thought the baby was for sure head down, and most in a good position. I’m getting quite good at identifying parts–like a bony knee or foot, and those little hand flutters.
Our baby’s lungs are maturing and their lining, which prevents air sacs from collapsing, is growing. This lung development means that Baby D would have a much greater chance of survival if s/he were born prematurely. The digestive system is fully developed as well and is ready to go. I wonder if he/she liked that strawberry ice cream cone…
About 16 fluid ounces of blood are flowing through the wall of my uterus to the site of the placenta, though my blood never mixes with Baby D’s blood. It is separated by the placental barrier which is a very thin wall. Water, nutrients and waste are exchanged across this barrier at a rate of 0.3 fluid ounces per second.
Our baby swallows amniotic fluid and urinates.
Our baby’s ears are sufficiently developed to hear and recognize your voice, the voices of other family members as well as familiar musical tunes. I’m sure s/he knows a lot of nursery rhymes and is familiar with Laurie Berkner and Go Fish, who have been stuck in our CD player for weeks. I bet he loves all the hugs and pokes s/he gets from his big sisters.
Our baby is probably aware of my Braxton Hicks contractions, which I experience regularly, even when I do not notice them. (oh, but I notice them!)
By this time, our baby is very active and I feel his/her movements frequently.
Our baby is still practicing breathing movements which have now become rhythmic.
Sometimes s/he gets the hiccups –which Aviana and I both can feel–when he accidentally swallows amniotic fluid the wrong way.
He is getting fatter and plumper. If we had an ultrasound, we could see our baby’s activities quite easily. More and more fats are now accumulating under our baby’s skin. Our baby now has a beautiful and smooth skin.
Our baby has periods of rest and periods of activity now. Our baby is most active when I am trying to rest. S/he has sleep cycles of only 20-40 minutes at this point. I hope s/he works on improving that! (Hear that baby? Homework already!)
The baby can now produce sweat. And believe me, so can his/her mama! It is hot around here. Kevin says he needs to hire me some Egyptian boys to follow me around with peacock feather fans. I quite agree.
One of my facebook friends shared this article. It’s a truly sad commentary of how we are shunting aside God’s blessing. Go read it, and then come right back. I’ll wait.
I think a lot of why people feel so negatively about parenting is because of the way we as a culture parent, and what has become important to us as a culture.
Granted, there are TOUGH things about parenthood. I could whine about how Cadrian is in a tantrum throwing phase, how he actually headbutted me yesterday, how I always seem to have a foot digging into my rib and my husband teases me that it may be easier if I just moved into the bathroom or about how Brielle is in an argumentative phase, one that seems to have gone on for a REALLY. long. time or that my house is usually a wreck and it bugs me.
But that would be robbing myself of the truly great blessing that parenthood is. Children truly are a gift from the Lord. Where else is one forced to come face to face with one’s selfishness on a regular basis? How else would I be able to gain a servant’s heart in such a tangible way?
My perspective might be completely different from the author of this article, because my goal is probably different than hers. I want to be like Jesus. He was a servant. I’m generally, a selfish beast (although my cuteness somewhat makes up for it :-)). My goal for my children is probably different. I want them to see Jesus through me. I’ve talked ad nauseum about my colossal failures in that regard, but still I keep trying. God wants us to take the Self off the throne of our lives and put Him there instead. And in this all about me culture, that is no easy task.
The sacrifices one makes in parenting are staggering. The attitude one has toward those sacrifices can make you love or hate the calling.
The other part of what I see is missing is discipline. The argument that the mom on video was having with her eight year old is ludicrous. Parents, in my opinion, should be the authority in their home. We are not raising little autocrats, although it seems like that’s what many families end up with. The training in the early years to point a child’s heart toward Jesus is a toilsome task. Absolutely arduous.
But the dividends for putting the rigorous effort into demanding obedience and teaching one’s children about true authority, enabling them to then have a Godward orientation, are boundless.
Aviana was an exceedingly difficult baby, toddler, and preschooler, but I can attest for the payoff of all the hard work of disciplining her in the early years. She is a delight. Granted, she can still be a foolish child and all is not by any means perfect, but I am so proud of how she genuinely wants God’s best for her life. This is not my doing. It’s only through prayer and God’s power, and an utter dependence on Him we were able to get this far.
I’m convinced though, that training a child to know that God demands obedience to authority and that there are consequences for defiance will serve the entire family the way God intended.
The people represented by the surveys, studies and interviews referred to in the All Joy and No Fun article have missed opportunities. They have missed the chance to come face to face with and obliterate their own selfishness. They have missed the chance to teach children that defying authority will bring about consequences. They have denied themselves the opportunity to confront their own failed human nature. They have missed a chance to rely on the grace of God in providing a solution to not only their needs but also the needs of their children.
Disclaimer: I often miss these opportunities myself. I am in no way saying that I am a perfect parent or have it all figured out. I am saying that because of God–the missing element in this article–, I do find myself having blissful days among the chores, mess, work, mucus, noise, hubbub and general stickiness that makes up my life.
Tap shoes are ideal for killing spiders.
It’s hard when you don’t get to go fishing with the big kids.
Frosting is fun.
You know Mama isn’t feeling well when you go through a large jar of peanut butter in a week.
Cadrian calls Aviana “Ah-ah.” It’s unclear if Brielle is “Bop” or as yet, unnamed.
I really wish my family vacation included a beach house and a nanny.
I wish I had plans for a family vacation.
Generally, my ideas are much better in conception than implementation.
The girls want to open a combination lemonade and opera stand.
It’s a lot more work for me than it was for God to build a person.
My husband is part saint. Seriously.
Only a few minutes are necessary to completely terrorize the living room.
The three year doesn’t know how that dog food got in her pocket.
“Hot” is part of my daily lexicon.