Big month for #4

April has been a month of change for the littlest miss. Her crawling speed doubled, opening up a new world of adventures. Like hiding and keeping quiet while mom combs the house calling for her. The smile and laughing that ensue when she's found are almost worth the momentary fear that she's hidden somewhere chewing on an electric cord or choking on a rouge Lego.

She pulls herself up to standing and walks along the edge of furniture and toys. She's getting better and better at the dismounts and has only had one big forehead bruise so far.

For over a month she's been doing all her sleeping in the quiet darkness of my closet. This arrangement is great for her sleep but horrible for the cleanliness of my room! It seems like I can never go in my closet so the clothes and shoes are just piling up.

#4 has reached a new level of interaction and communication; the kids fight over who gets to play with her first after school. But her favorite is #1. #1 can make her smile and laugh like no one else. Plus, it doesn't hurt that she also changes diapers and makes bottles and can put the babe to bed. Ahhh, the joy of having an older sibling!

Here's to another month of growth and change!

Blustery afternoon

It's a very windy afternoon and while I was distracted with older children's homework and piano this little elf was busy making her own kite out of construction paper, curling ribbon and tape. I heard a little voice singing her heart out in our front yard and came to investigate. This is what I found:

Easter Best

Before you scroll through these (what looks to me like) pictures of perfect children, know that this weekend they fought, messed up the house and complained just like all kids do. 

But when I see these pictures my heart swells with love for their brilliant, good spirits.  My heart aches with hope for the world because of the light and joy that these children bring.

The gifts they've been given can do so much to build up and bless God's children.  #3's compassion, #2's innate joy, #1's earnestness and #4's strength.... So much power! 

Their potentials humble me and I feel the weight of my stewardship: to help them recognize their gifts and teach them how to use their gifts to serve God. 

Which brings me to Easter.  Its through the grace of Jesus Christ, this enabling power, that I have any hope of not failing my family.  All my diligence, all my strength, all my efforts aren't enough. I can't do it alone. But through grace I'm granted the strength, patience, and wisdom that I wouldn't otherwise possess.  If I allow it, Christ's grace will make up for my shortcomings, my failures, my foolish pride.  Its wonderful! I love Easter.

Very much alive

It's been difficult to find time to sit at the computer for more than 2 minutes. I also have an infant and three other kids. And the dog ate my homework. Good excuses, right?

Well, no more from me! I've downloaded the Blogger app and I foresee easier and more frequent blog posting in our future. That is, if this test run is a success.

Even though I have a nice camera, and a new lens, I seem to be taking lots of random photos with my iPhone. In fact, my iPhone photos can pretty much tell the story of the past few months.

A successful Ragnar Relay, #1's spring tennis session, 3's foray into soccer and missing top teeth (unrelated), #2's Cub Scout fun run, Spring Break adventures, #4's chunky legs and attempts to crawl, and Spouse and Buster making his first pinewood derby car are among my iPhone photo gems.

baptism review

 

The day of Buster's baptism he woke up early and excited and asked how soon he could put on his white jumpsuit.  "After breakfast" couldn't come soon enough for him.  He put that thing on and danced around the house, happy as can be, unable to contain his excitement.

We got to the chapel 10 minutes early and as our family arrived, Buster greeted as many as he could with tight hugs and high fives.

He sat through the talks by his cousin and uncle with anticipation and sprang from his chair when it was time to get wet.

After the ordinance prayer and when it was time for immersion, Buster jumped up, causing Spouse to have push him down into the water.  It was funny to watch and even funnier that his feet never made it under.  There was a redo.

Buster immerged from the changing room in his new suit and white shirt, his grin a mile wide.  He looked perfect to me.

Not long afterwards, out in the parking lot I found him racing around, chasing his cousins.  He tripped, hard, skidding to a stop.  I heard 5 aunts gasp with me as we expected to see holes in the knees of the new suit pants and possibly a few tears or at least a sad face.  But he popped up, pants in tact, dusted off his scraped up hands and kept running. 

During our luncheon I lost count of how many bottled root beers Buster consumed.  Its his favorite beverage and I wasn't going to slow him down on his special day. 

A few days later, back at home in AZ, a while after I had tucked him in and turned off the light, I heard murmurs coming from his bedroom. I cracked the door and found him huddled under blanket with his night light, reading from his new, engraved scriptures. 

What a kid.

About a week before Buster turned 8 we were talking about his baptism, in particular about testimony.  I asked him, "Do you have a testimony?" Buster answered, "Yep, I do.  I believe in God and Jesus Christ and I also believe that I'm old enough to have my own gun." 

If I could capture Buster's essence in a bottle I could sell it to the world and make millions. It would be a happy mix of true joy blended with innocence, earnestness, energy and humor.  Side effects may include an insatiable appetite and the risk of being hurt because you want to love and be loved with all your heart.  Fortunately, this essence would grant you a most forgiving heart and your capacity for love will grow bigger.

Ahh, my Buster.  My one son.

Did I tell you how on Christmas morning he came out to find that Santa had left him a basketball?  He was thrilled.  Thrilled!  He shouted, "A basketball! A basketball!" holding it high in the air as if it were the greatest prize.  He was equally enthusiastic for his sisters and their gifts from Santa.  "I can't believe you got a bike! A BIKE!!! Yes!" "No way!?!  A robot!"  It wasn't until he had gone through his stocking that he ripped the basketball out of its packaging and started dribbling it towards the front door.  Suddenly he stopped, looked up and gasped for air.  Santa had also left him a basketball standard, all set up inside the house.  It was quiet for a moment while he processed that this was for him. First there was disbelief: he fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands.  Then absolute pleasure: happiness and surprise expressed through shrieks and screams, running up and down the hall, dancing and leaping, laughing! 

One of my favorite moments of parenthood. 

The night before his birthday when I tucked him into bed I held him a little longer.  "I just love you so much Buster and I can't believe you're going to be eight tomorrow."

"I know why you're sad mom. Because I'm going to be in Cub Scouts now and then I'm going to be in Boy Scouts and then I'm going to be old enough to have my own gun."

Yep.  That's exactly why I'm sad and so very happy.

Buster with his best buddies

It's air soft. And he got safety glasses, so there will be no eyes shot out here.

First den meeting!  This may be the only shirt he hangs up without me asking.

Updates on #4 @ 4.5 months

#4 has not received adequate attention on this blog and I mean to remedy that right now!

I'm sure I've told many of you this before: my experience with #4 is the newborn experience I always wanted.  It's what I grew up thinking motherhood was like.  Of course all my children are special to me and equally loved, but I was pretty stressed out and inexperienced with #1. Then with #2 and #3 I was adding babies to babies, diapers to diapers, car seats to car seats.  It was hard work, all the time.  With a five year gap between #3 and #4, I am loving having 3 older, independent children who can help!  I'm experienced enough to know when to worry and when to put down the broom and snuggle my babe. 

As if that weren't enough, #4 is a dream. She sleeps from 7 to 7 and has for months. She is mild and happy and loves the heaps of attention she gets.  How did I get so lucky?

If I've learned anything after 10 years of motherhood it's this: #4 is a blessing from God.  She isn't wonderful because I made her wonderful. She isn't a good baby because I'm a good mom.  I just really lucked out.

#4's developmental stage is so fun right now.  She is interacting with us, laughing, jabbering, blowing raspberries. She responds to her name and recognizes familiar songs.  She has tried applesauce and loves warm bowls of rice cereal. 

I could butter on her fat rolls and eat them for lunch.

I know there are tough times ahead. She'll teeth and get her first ear infection.  She's learn the art of the temper tantrum. She'll scare me with pennies and crayons in her mouth and not too far down the road we'll lament the permanent bruising on her forehead as she starts to walk. 

But she's our last babe and I'm going to try to love every day of it.