Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Wow, it's been a while.
So, a lot has happened since my last post. We moved to another house. Jillian is walking. She has a weird, redneck configuration of teeth (still). She's saying all sorts of words. Life is crazy! I hope to post more soon.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Ch-ch-ch-ch-chaaaaanges
Things have been really crazy lately. I guess that's probably not a change, actually, but I think they've been even more crazy than usual. We're getting ready to move to another area of the city, and I'm very happy about that. As part of that process, we're paring down all of our stuff to only the stuff we really need and use regularly. Everything else is getting donated. We're doing a lot of weeding and pruning and purging. It's great, but it's also keeping us really busy.
And, of course, Jillian is changing so quickly. She's got a top tooth, but it's not a front one--it's on her left side. She looks a little redneck, and it's hilarious. She is still the cuteness, though. Last Sunday, when she was with Daddy, she started taking a few steps. She's close to walking, but still isn't showing all that much interest. My guess is that she'll be walking within a month or so. Time will tell! She has started saying some cute stuff. She said "doggie" the other day, and followed it with "woof woof!" She's also started shaking her head and saying, "Mmmmm-mmmmm," especially when she's doing something she knows she shouldn't. Dang, but it's cute. She's also into screeching at the top of her lungs. You'd think we were torturing her, but it's usually just to hear her own voice or to express her highness's displeasure. She also expresses displeasure by slapping anyone or anything that is annoying her or getting too close. We're still working on that.
Katherine is a wonderful big sister, even if she is the bossiest bosser who ever bossed. She is definitely 3. Independent, opinionated and whip-smart. I'm hard-pressed to get her to wear anything that is not a dress. I would end up with a girly-girl. :)
And, of course, Jillian is changing so quickly. She's got a top tooth, but it's not a front one--it's on her left side. She looks a little redneck, and it's hilarious. She is still the cuteness, though. Last Sunday, when she was with Daddy, she started taking a few steps. She's close to walking, but still isn't showing all that much interest. My guess is that she'll be walking within a month or so. Time will tell! She has started saying some cute stuff. She said "doggie" the other day, and followed it with "woof woof!" She's also started shaking her head and saying, "Mmmmm-mmmmm," especially when she's doing something she knows she shouldn't. Dang, but it's cute. She's also into screeching at the top of her lungs. You'd think we were torturing her, but it's usually just to hear her own voice or to express her highness's displeasure. She also expresses displeasure by slapping anyone or anything that is annoying her or getting too close. We're still working on that.
Katherine is a wonderful big sister, even if she is the bossiest bosser who ever bossed. She is definitely 3. Independent, opinionated and whip-smart. I'm hard-pressed to get her to wear anything that is not a dress. I would end up with a girly-girl. :)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Apoocalypse Now
I took a meal to a friend with a new baby this morning, then stopped by church on the way home to drop off some clothes from our recent closet purge for the ministry to the needy & homeless. As the girls and I headed toward home, Jillian was quite fussy. I pulled over to check on her before we got on the freeway. Her diaper may have had a little something, but it didn't smell stinky, so I figured it could wait until we got home, since there wasn't a good place to stop and naptime was fast approaching. About halfway through the drive home, she seemed to calm down. I even asked Katherine if Jillian was asleep, but she wasn't. When we got home, I went to get K out of her car seat, and I looked across at J. At first glance, I thought she had barfed. There was orange, chunky gunk on her face, hands, arms, etc. Apparently, K hadn't noticed this, or she would have sounded the alarm. Upon closer inspection, I could see that J had executed one of her phenomenally talented sideways booty aims, and had, instead, had an impressive diaper blowout, the contents of which were now covering her upper extremities. Yeah. Cue rushing, bathing, scouring, crying, and praying against stomach ills and/or pinkeye. Oh, and throwing the carseat top pad into the washing machine. I don't want to know how much of that mess got ingested.
Good times in Mommyland today. At least I have a strong stomach.
Good times in Mommyland today. At least I have a strong stomach.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
The Big Trip, Part 5
I have to say that Robert is the man. During this trip, he displayed such awesome leadership skills. He is not, by nature, particularly patient or pastoral, and he will be the first one to tell you that. Nonetheless, he was sympathetic and considerate to the whole group for the duration of the trip, and was quite flexible. He did all of this while in extreme amounts of pain from his heel spurs and from an injury he sustained while walking through the market, not to mention a major sleep deficit. I was amazed at how well he handled the whole thing.
The day after the market, I can’t remember exactly what we did. I think it was mostly getting the lay of the city, and time in prayer. The following day, the girls had a chill-out day with grandma in the hotel room (a nice break from the sensory overload they were experiencing) while Robert & I shot a video with his new Canon 7D camera. As we were getting ready to find a good location, we decided to test the sound equipment first. Turns out, that was a good idea, because one part of the equipment was totally dead. Once again, Robert is the man. He figured out that the problem was some corrosion on one of the parts, so he took a Q-Tip and some Diet Coke and fixed it right up, MacGuyver-style. Amazing.
I was in front of the camera for this one. We shot my part relatively easily. Of course, I had to do a number of takes, but it went pretty smoothly. An older gentleman did come up to us at one point and caution us not to film any women walking from the back (we were shooting on the street). This is a big no-no in their culture, so we were careful. Later, we met up with our friend, Jeremy, who was also in the country, and he shot his part. Afterward, we had lunch with him, Jared and Blake. Good times and good conversation. The plan was for Robert to be in front of the camera for the third part, but that didn’t work out, so I ended up speaking that part instead on the last day we were there. I think it turned out pretty well, even if it did end up being quite heavily edited.
Things get a little fuzzy at this point about what happened on which day, but I believe the following day was the one when we went to the city to the North of where we were based—the City By The Sea. It is a lovely place, and we were there to see some friends of ours who live there. We only got to stay for the afternoon, but I think this was the highlight of the trip for most of the group. When we got there after a two-hour train ride, the husband met us at the station and brought us to a coffee shop. We were joined not long after by his wife. They both seemed exhausted, a bit discouraged, and as if meeting with us was something they were doing out of obligation. We all headed back to their apartment, where their nanny was with their two young sons (pretty close in age to K & J). She quickly made an exit, and there we all were. The time that followed was amazing. They talked about their life there, the struggles, the spiritual growth, the great moments and the not-so-great ones. They honestly and vulnerably shared their hearts, and all that they’re learning. The kids napped and played together, and we ate some delicious food. Well, our group ate. They were on a week-long fast, but they graciously let us eat in front of them. We felt terrible, but they were totally OK with it. We were also able to bring them a taste of home in the form of green chiles and enchilada sauce, since they were craving enchiladas and can’t get that sort of thing there. I think it was nice for them that they didn’t have to be in full hospitality mode while we were there. We told them not to worry about serving us—we just wanted to hang out with them. Grandma even did the dishes for them! In addition, we were able to leave an unexpected gift for them. They were blessed, and we were, too. We left feeling encouraged, and it was clear that they were encouraged by us, too. After the train ride back, we all piled into one large cab together back to the hotel. David had to sit in Tim’s lap up front. They thought they were suffering. We told them that, last time we were there, EVERY cab ride was like that, so they should be thankful.
I think it was the next day when we went to the major landmark in the region. This is probably the most touristy spot in the country. It doesn’t give you a true sense of the culture or the people there at all, because everyone there is trying to take advantage of you and make money off of you. People will accost you to buy this or do that, and they can be quite insistent. Robert has an awesome strategy. When someone approaches him (it would be a man, as women and men don’t interact much there), he smiles, perhaps puts his arm around the other guy’s shoulders, and says something like, “I have a special deal for you, my friend. Today only, I will be your friend for 100 [currency]. Tomorrow it will cost you 200, but today, it is 100.” They usually don’t quite know what to do with themselves. They either walk away, or laugh and quit bothering us. We were able to get in and out without too many problems. It was, however, quite windy, which made it tough. Jillian was a trooper, and Katherine was very excited that she had stepped in camel poop. She still talks about that occasionally. Robert didn’t get to take the pictures he wanted to get, but he was pretty cool about it. God had other plans, and he went with it. He’s getting good at this whole surrendering thing. :)
Our last day there was pretty low-key. We did some prayer walking, some last-minute shopping, etc. Robert tried to shoot the last part of the video with himself (with David and Tim assisting), and it didn’t work out, so I did it instead (as I mentioned before). As we got ready to leave in the evening (our flight out was after midnight), that’s when things got interesting.
The day after the market, I can’t remember exactly what we did. I think it was mostly getting the lay of the city, and time in prayer. The following day, the girls had a chill-out day with grandma in the hotel room (a nice break from the sensory overload they were experiencing) while Robert & I shot a video with his new Canon 7D camera. As we were getting ready to find a good location, we decided to test the sound equipment first. Turns out, that was a good idea, because one part of the equipment was totally dead. Once again, Robert is the man. He figured out that the problem was some corrosion on one of the parts, so he took a Q-Tip and some Diet Coke and fixed it right up, MacGuyver-style. Amazing.
I was in front of the camera for this one. We shot my part relatively easily. Of course, I had to do a number of takes, but it went pretty smoothly. An older gentleman did come up to us at one point and caution us not to film any women walking from the back (we were shooting on the street). This is a big no-no in their culture, so we were careful. Later, we met up with our friend, Jeremy, who was also in the country, and he shot his part. Afterward, we had lunch with him, Jared and Blake. Good times and good conversation. The plan was for Robert to be in front of the camera for the third part, but that didn’t work out, so I ended up speaking that part instead on the last day we were there. I think it turned out pretty well, even if it did end up being quite heavily edited.
Things get a little fuzzy at this point about what happened on which day, but I believe the following day was the one when we went to the city to the North of where we were based—the City By The Sea. It is a lovely place, and we were there to see some friends of ours who live there. We only got to stay for the afternoon, but I think this was the highlight of the trip for most of the group. When we got there after a two-hour train ride, the husband met us at the station and brought us to a coffee shop. We were joined not long after by his wife. They both seemed exhausted, a bit discouraged, and as if meeting with us was something they were doing out of obligation. We all headed back to their apartment, where their nanny was with their two young sons (pretty close in age to K & J). She quickly made an exit, and there we all were. The time that followed was amazing. They talked about their life there, the struggles, the spiritual growth, the great moments and the not-so-great ones. They honestly and vulnerably shared their hearts, and all that they’re learning. The kids napped and played together, and we ate some delicious food. Well, our group ate. They were on a week-long fast, but they graciously let us eat in front of them. We felt terrible, but they were totally OK with it. We were also able to bring them a taste of home in the form of green chiles and enchilada sauce, since they were craving enchiladas and can’t get that sort of thing there. I think it was nice for them that they didn’t have to be in full hospitality mode while we were there. We told them not to worry about serving us—we just wanted to hang out with them. Grandma even did the dishes for them! In addition, we were able to leave an unexpected gift for them. They were blessed, and we were, too. We left feeling encouraged, and it was clear that they were encouraged by us, too. After the train ride back, we all piled into one large cab together back to the hotel. David had to sit in Tim’s lap up front. They thought they were suffering. We told them that, last time we were there, EVERY cab ride was like that, so they should be thankful.
I think it was the next day when we went to the major landmark in the region. This is probably the most touristy spot in the country. It doesn’t give you a true sense of the culture or the people there at all, because everyone there is trying to take advantage of you and make money off of you. People will accost you to buy this or do that, and they can be quite insistent. Robert has an awesome strategy. When someone approaches him (it would be a man, as women and men don’t interact much there), he smiles, perhaps puts his arm around the other guy’s shoulders, and says something like, “I have a special deal for you, my friend. Today only, I will be your friend for 100 [currency]. Tomorrow it will cost you 200, but today, it is 100.” They usually don’t quite know what to do with themselves. They either walk away, or laugh and quit bothering us. We were able to get in and out without too many problems. It was, however, quite windy, which made it tough. Jillian was a trooper, and Katherine was very excited that she had stepped in camel poop. She still talks about that occasionally. Robert didn’t get to take the pictures he wanted to get, but he was pretty cool about it. God had other plans, and he went with it. He’s getting good at this whole surrendering thing. :)
Our last day there was pretty low-key. We did some prayer walking, some last-minute shopping, etc. Robert tried to shoot the last part of the video with himself (with David and Tim assisting), and it didn’t work out, so I did it instead (as I mentioned before). As we got ready to leave in the evening (our flight out was after midnight), that’s when things got interesting.
Teeth & Stuff!
Jillian FINALLY started cutting her two front bottom teeth last week. It's about time! She's such a fun little baby. She discovered (via Katherine, of course) that spitting her food is a lot of fun. Sigh. She's so independent, too. She wants to feed herself, and can put up a fight if you try to feed her (although she will occasionally allow it). She and Katherine are regularly cracking each other up. I can't wait until she can walk. Then those two will really have a good time. Well, actually, I can wait, because once she can walk, things will really get interesting. :)
Monday, June 14, 2010
More Milestones
Katherine turned 3 recently. We had told her for months that when she turned 3, she would no longer get binkies when she slept, because she would be a big girl, and big girls don't need binkies. She independently decided that she would bequeath them to Grandpa Jim, and would give one to Grandma Lyn. On her b-day, she got to have a special one-on-one day w/ Grandma Lyn, then Grandpa met them at our house before dinner. The hand-off went quite smoothly, but as expected, bedtime was a little bumpy. OK, a lot bumpy. I had the bright idea of doing a sort of "Binkie Fairy" thing, since she had just learned about the Tooth Fairy. We decided not to go the fairy route directly, but instead I went in and gave her one quarter to put in her piggy bank for every binkie she had given up. I told her that we could go buy something at the store soon with her quarters, but that if she kept fussing, I would have to take one away each time I came into her room. That worked pretty well. She's still having withdrawals a bit, but we're making it work.
Jillian is almost one. She's really starting to copy our words more and more. She said "Uh-oh!" for the first time the other day, and used it correctly. She loves saying "Hi, Daddy!" and "Hi!" in general. She's sort-of figured out "Who's/What's that?" and apparently said "Jillian" the other day (not when I was around). She's also figuring out to point at things. Her bedtime book ends with a page of stars, and we always say "Stars!" when we get to that page. I was reading it to her the other day, and asked her if she could point to some stars. To my surprise, she totally did it several times. Awesome! She has also learned "Gimme Five!" and "Gimme Kisses!" (complete w/ the "Mmmmmmmmmm-wah!" sound--so cute!). Her other big thing lately is dancing. She sways side-to-side or bounces up & down when she's standing & holding on to something or especially when she's in her feeding chair. We call it the chair dance. :)
My girls are getting so big! What a blessing they are, even when they drive me crazy. I love being their Mommy.
Jillian is almost one. She's really starting to copy our words more and more. She said "Uh-oh!" for the first time the other day, and used it correctly. She loves saying "Hi, Daddy!" and "Hi!" in general. She's sort-of figured out "Who's/What's that?" and apparently said "Jillian" the other day (not when I was around). She's also figuring out to point at things. Her bedtime book ends with a page of stars, and we always say "Stars!" when we get to that page. I was reading it to her the other day, and asked her if she could point to some stars. To my surprise, she totally did it several times. Awesome! She has also learned "Gimme Five!" and "Gimme Kisses!" (complete w/ the "Mmmmmmmmmm-wah!" sound--so cute!). Her other big thing lately is dancing. She sways side-to-side or bounces up & down when she's standing & holding on to something or especially when she's in her feeding chair. We call it the chair dance. :)
My girls are getting so big! What a blessing they are, even when they drive me crazy. I love being their Mommy.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Big Bad Wolf
Katherine is obsessed with stories that involve The Big Bad Wolf. Yesterday, she told a story that started off being about Little Red Riding Hood, then morphed into The Three Little Pigs, but ended up as a hybrid. The outcome was that The Big Bad Wolf blew down the houses of LRR's Mom & Grandma, then ate Grandma & "The Man" (presumably The Woodsman), and they died. Wow.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Fun With Shapes
Me: Katherine, do you see any circles in here?
K: I see squares.
Me: Yes, there are lots of squares and rectangles. Do you see any circles?
K: (Points) Jillian's head!
K: I see squares.
Me: Yes, there are lots of squares and rectangles. Do you see any circles?
K: (Points) Jillian's head!
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Big Trip, Part 4
Our first full day in-country was spent in an Arabic language class. Anyone who knows me well will confirm that I am the sort of person who is big on being prepared. The arsenal of stuff I had with me to placate/entertain/distract/mollify the girls while we were in transit was impressive, and worked pretty well. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I neglected to bring any of that with us when we went to this language class. Perhaps the cumulative lack of sleep I was already experiencing took its toll. I don't know, man, but that was a serious blunder on my part. As we kicked off the class, both girls got tired & antsy and started making noise. Our poor instructor, who was really quite awesome, got a little flustered and stopped talking. My general reaction was, "Don't mind us, we'll get this under control in a minute, just carry on." That wasn't how she was rolling, though. I get it. When you're teaching language, the students really need to be able to hear the pronunciation, which is hard when there are screaming kids present. So, here I am, trying desperately to calm the girls down, and everyone is staring at me. AWESOME. We did manage to get some quiet, however, and I think everyone learned something, or at least had a good refresher.
We went out to lunch and our instructor plied Katherine with lots of sweets. This was a recurring theme--everyone there wanted to give Katherine candy. The girls were reasonably well-behaved during the afternoon session, especially considering that Katherine didn't get a nap and was running on limited sleep--also a recurring theme for the trip--and was basically not eating or drinking much of anything but snack food and juice (not her usual fare), with an additional influx of sugar. I was more distracted than everyone else, what with caring for two small children while still trying to listen & learn, but I still managed to learn some stuff, so that was cool. Afterward, I had a very encouraging discussion with our instructor about why we were covering our heads, and she expressed gratitude, telling me how much everyone appreciated the respect we were showing to their culture, and what a great face this put on Americans. Hijabs, FTW!
The next day, we went to the very large tourist market there, which is always an experience. Katherine was tired & clingy, as was Jillian, but we made it out alive. We stopped at a restaurant there and had the best. chicken. ever. We did, however, have a tussle with a couple of really courageous cats to ensure we got to eat it unmolested. Our friend Tim had made the fateful decision to give up meat for Lent, so he went with the felafel, which included lettuce. Bad move. Actually, though, when he was predictably laid out the next day, God really spoke to him the whole day, so it was good in the midst of pain. As He does.
My favorite story from that day was David's experience. I had told everyone that we had really good luck fending off agressive vendors last time by speaking in a language other than English. We had a hotel employee accost us on the street, and our friend, Eric, responded in Italian. The dude actually threw his hands up and stepped aside to let us pass. It was fantastic. Apparently, the dudes in the market are a lot more savvy. David was being rather forcefully pitched by some guy selling...I don't know, scarves or something. He decided to respond in Japanese, in which he is fluent. The guy immediately starts talking back in Japanese. FAIL. Turns out, a lot of these guys speak several languages. David subsequently observed them watching who was coming down the corridor and calling out to them in various languages, including English, Mandarin, Japanese, and perhaps a few others. Crazy. Good for them, though, I guess. I'm sure they have families to feed, and the more tools they have in their toolbox, the more effectively they can sell trinkets to tourists, right? We got to start practicing a little Arabic this day, too. My new favorite phrase was, "Shukran, enna mish machtag da," which basically means, "Thank you, I don't need it."
We went out to lunch and our instructor plied Katherine with lots of sweets. This was a recurring theme--everyone there wanted to give Katherine candy. The girls were reasonably well-behaved during the afternoon session, especially considering that Katherine didn't get a nap and was running on limited sleep--also a recurring theme for the trip--and was basically not eating or drinking much of anything but snack food and juice (not her usual fare), with an additional influx of sugar. I was more distracted than everyone else, what with caring for two small children while still trying to listen & learn, but I still managed to learn some stuff, so that was cool. Afterward, I had a very encouraging discussion with our instructor about why we were covering our heads, and she expressed gratitude, telling me how much everyone appreciated the respect we were showing to their culture, and what a great face this put on Americans. Hijabs, FTW!
The next day, we went to the very large tourist market there, which is always an experience. Katherine was tired & clingy, as was Jillian, but we made it out alive. We stopped at a restaurant there and had the best. chicken. ever. We did, however, have a tussle with a couple of really courageous cats to ensure we got to eat it unmolested. Our friend Tim had made the fateful decision to give up meat for Lent, so he went with the felafel, which included lettuce. Bad move. Actually, though, when he was predictably laid out the next day, God really spoke to him the whole day, so it was good in the midst of pain. As He does.
My favorite story from that day was David's experience. I had told everyone that we had really good luck fending off agressive vendors last time by speaking in a language other than English. We had a hotel employee accost us on the street, and our friend, Eric, responded in Italian. The dude actually threw his hands up and stepped aside to let us pass. It was fantastic. Apparently, the dudes in the market are a lot more savvy. David was being rather forcefully pitched by some guy selling...I don't know, scarves or something. He decided to respond in Japanese, in which he is fluent. The guy immediately starts talking back in Japanese. FAIL. Turns out, a lot of these guys speak several languages. David subsequently observed them watching who was coming down the corridor and calling out to them in various languages, including English, Mandarin, Japanese, and perhaps a few others. Crazy. Good for them, though, I guess. I'm sure they have families to feed, and the more tools they have in their toolbox, the more effectively they can sell trinkets to tourists, right? We got to start practicing a little Arabic this day, too. My new favorite phrase was, "Shukran, enna mish machtag da," which basically means, "Thank you, I don't need it."
Sunday, May 16, 2010
The Cleverness Continues
Daddy: "You just took a toy away form your little sister, I think it's time for a time out."
Katherine: "Cowboys don't get time out."
Me: "I like hearing you tell stories, Katherine."
Katherine: "Oh, shucks."
Katherine: "Cowboys don't get time out."
Me: "I like hearing you tell stories, Katherine."
Katherine: "Oh, shucks."
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Mama!
Jillian finally said "Mama" in my presence yesterday (5/11/10), without crying, even! We'll see if this trend continues.
Also, I just had the following conversation with Katherine:
Me: I have a tummy ache.
K: Did you swallow a dragon?
Me: (laughing) No.
K: Oh. Did you swallow a sea monster?
Me: Noooo......
K: Oh. Then what happened?
Me: I don't know.
Edited to add: I finished telling her a story by saying, "And they lived happily after after." She added, "And they ate soup."
Also, I just had the following conversation with Katherine:
Me: I have a tummy ache.
K: Did you swallow a dragon?
Me: (laughing) No.
K: Oh. Did you swallow a sea monster?
Me: Noooo......
K: Oh. Then what happened?
Me: I don't know.
Edited to add: I finished telling her a story by saying, "And they lived happily after after." She added, "And they ate soup."
Monday, May 10, 2010
More Quips
"Oh, brother."
Upon my saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa," just now, K replied, "That's too much whoa."
Another thing she's doing is trying to talk me into whatever she wants by running around and yelling very rapidly, "I get _______! I get _______! I get _______! Thanks, Mommy! Thanks, Mommy! Thanks, Mommy! I'm gonna give you a kiss!"
Upon my saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa," just now, K replied, "That's too much whoa."
Another thing she's doing is trying to talk me into whatever she wants by running around and yelling very rapidly, "I get _______! I get _______! I get _______! Thanks, Mommy! Thanks, Mommy! Thanks, Mommy! I'm gonna give you a kiss!"
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
K's Latest Quips
"Are you kidding?!"
"I'm serious."
"Speak up, Mommy!" (When she wants me to respond to her)
"See? I told ya!"
"I guess so."
"Oh, boy....."
"No, thank you." (When we ask her to do something she doesn't want to do or eat something she doesn't want to eat.)
"Little help, here?"
These are almost always completely random.
She also occasionally refers to herself in the third person, so I guess it's time for me to stop referring to myself as "Mommy," although I'll still do that with Jillian, I guess, so.....whatever.
Jillian has taken to making the "Ow" sound. Between us and Katherine, she probably hears it enough. Not sure if she knows what it means, though. :)
"I'm serious."
"Speak up, Mommy!" (When she wants me to respond to her)
"See? I told ya!"
"I guess so."
"Oh, boy....."
"No, thank you." (When we ask her to do something she doesn't want to do or eat something she doesn't want to eat.)
"Little help, here?"
These are almost always completely random.
She also occasionally refers to herself in the third person, so I guess it's time for me to stop referring to myself as "Mommy," although I'll still do that with Jillian, I guess, so.....whatever.
Jillian has taken to making the "Ow" sound. Between us and Katherine, she probably hears it enough. Not sure if she knows what it means, though. :)
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
A Piece Of The Puzzle
Katherine is really good at doing puzzles. Everyone is rather astounded at her ability in this area, and I think she totally gets it from dad. Even though she's really good, she still occasionally struggles to get the pieces aligned just right to fit together. As I watched her struggling with one the other day (not wanting help, of course, because she can do it all by herself), I realized that we must look a bit like this to God. We try to make all the pieces of our life fit together, and we often want to do it all by ourselves. We may even be pretty adept, but we're still awfully clumsy sometimes.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Mama Mia!
Apparently, Jillian is saying "Mama," but I have yet to hear it. She does it when she's mad I'm not with her, or did a few times on Saturday (5/1/10) with Daddy. Mostly while crying. I guess that means she might know what that word means. She's also starting to get a tooth on top. It's not quite out yet, but it's close!
Katherine's potty training is continuing apace, and I have hopes that she'll be good to go by her 3rd birthday next month. We shall see!
Katherine's potty training is continuing apace, and I have hopes that she'll be good to go by her 3rd birthday next month. We shall see!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The Big Trip, Part 3
Once we de-planed onto the tarmac and took the bus to the terminal (with much help from the team in lugging masses of kid gear, and no help from the double stroller, which went with the rest of the luggage to baggage claim), it was smooth sailing through customs and baggage claim. We made a phone call to our hotel to have their airport shuttle pick us up, and they told us it would be 30 minutes (translation in local time: at least an hour). By then, it was, like, 8:30pm, and that’s rush hour around there. So, we waited in the lobby. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, Tim made another call to the hotel. According to them, there was just too much traffic, so they weren’t coming. Of course not, right? Thankfully, since we had been there before, Robert knew where to get transportation without getting totally ripped off with major tourist-price mark-ups. We managed to get a small bus, maybe 1.5 or 2 hours after we landed, and we were off. We were prepared and had decent info to give the driver to help him get there, and even spoke a little Arabic to help us communicate. He still ended up calling them to get directions, but at least we had the phone number and it wasn’t the middle of the night.
Finally, we got there, except, not quite. The street the hotel is on is a side street that you can’t get at from the parallel main street. After circling around the block and not being able to get on the right series of side streets, our driver decided that he would back up to get to the hotel. We convinced him to try circling once more, but the result was the same. So, we conceded that backing up might be the best option, after all. Now, we’re not talking a short back up, here. It was at least 200 yards, maybe more, in rush hour. Insane. The thing about driving there is that just about anything goes. There are really no lanes, and even if there were, everyone would just ignore them. Our driving backward apparently didn’t really faze anyone else, because there was no more honking than usual (which is to say, there was a lot of honking on both our part and everyone else’s). It was a very surreal moment for our first major experience there. Thankfully, we made it to the hotel in one piece, and didn’t even hit anyone. Our driver got a good tip.
Up the old, rickety elevator we went to the 6th floor to check in. After much discussion back and forth with Robert and the people at the front desk, it was determined that, in spite of what we had understood, we did NOT have a reservation. The travel agency had only emailed them to check pricing, but hadn’t actually booked us there. GREAT. But, God is good, and they had enough rooms for our whole team. Talk about an exercise in trusting Him! He always provides. By this time, we were starving, so we had them order us in some food. I put the girls to bed in their travel tents, ate a few bites, and then crashed. It was late at that point, and we had to get up in the morning.
Many details of the nights there are a little fuzzy at this point, but I think the nighttime waking for the girls started on the first night and pretty much continued through the entire trip. Katherine spent some time in my bed (there were 2 full-size beds, so Robert & I each took one). There was crying, and talking, and nursing, and bottles, and a lot of wakefulness. When you’re all in one room, if one kid is awake, everyone is pretty much awake. Not sleeping at night = cranky kids and parents. This would play out throughout the trip, and I’ll get to that in the next post.
Finally, we got there, except, not quite. The street the hotel is on is a side street that you can’t get at from the parallel main street. After circling around the block and not being able to get on the right series of side streets, our driver decided that he would back up to get to the hotel. We convinced him to try circling once more, but the result was the same. So, we conceded that backing up might be the best option, after all. Now, we’re not talking a short back up, here. It was at least 200 yards, maybe more, in rush hour. Insane. The thing about driving there is that just about anything goes. There are really no lanes, and even if there were, everyone would just ignore them. Our driving backward apparently didn’t really faze anyone else, because there was no more honking than usual (which is to say, there was a lot of honking on both our part and everyone else’s). It was a very surreal moment for our first major experience there. Thankfully, we made it to the hotel in one piece, and didn’t even hit anyone. Our driver got a good tip.
Up the old, rickety elevator we went to the 6th floor to check in. After much discussion back and forth with Robert and the people at the front desk, it was determined that, in spite of what we had understood, we did NOT have a reservation. The travel agency had only emailed them to check pricing, but hadn’t actually booked us there. GREAT. But, God is good, and they had enough rooms for our whole team. Talk about an exercise in trusting Him! He always provides. By this time, we were starving, so we had them order us in some food. I put the girls to bed in their travel tents, ate a few bites, and then crashed. It was late at that point, and we had to get up in the morning.
Many details of the nights there are a little fuzzy at this point, but I think the nighttime waking for the girls started on the first night and pretty much continued through the entire trip. Katherine spent some time in my bed (there were 2 full-size beds, so Robert & I each took one). There was crying, and talking, and nursing, and bottles, and a lot of wakefulness. When you’re all in one room, if one kid is awake, everyone is pretty much awake. Not sleeping at night = cranky kids and parents. This would play out throughout the trip, and I’ll get to that in the next post.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Power of Flexibility
As someone who scores pretty strongly as a "J" on the Myers-Briggs, being a parent presents an extra challenge, in my opinion. I like to have a schedule. I'm a planner. I like to know how things are going to go. I get an idea in my mind of how the day is going to play out, and I like to stick to it as much as possible. That's my nature.
Of course, things don't always go according to plan. That's inevitable. But, having children multiplies exponentially the possibility of reality differing from expectations. If you're planning to stay home all day, getting off schedule isn't such a big deal, since you have a fair amount of control over your environment. But, throw in an event you have to attend that starts at a time incompatible to the routine, and you're asking for a challenge.
Kids naturally thrive when they're on a schedule. This works out well for a J-type. BUT, they also couldn't possibly care less about the schedule mommy may need to keep. I try to work my life around their schedules as much as possible, but they're experts at throwing a wrench into the cogs of the well-oiled machine I plan out. Let's say I'm supposed to be somewhere at 9:00am, with a 45-minute drive time, and hope Jillian will take a nap while I'm there until 11:00 (which would be within her normal naptime range at the moment). She decides to wake up early. Or late. She doesn't sleep while we're there. Or, she falls asleep in the car on the way there or back and takes only the briefest of naps. Or, she falls asleep late there, with the same result. This throws off her eating schedule, too, and perhaps affects whether or not she'll sleep through the night (a rarity at the moment). And so on, and so forth.
This is where flexibility comes in. I don't believe one can be a parent and hold onto sanity without learning to roll with the punches. If you can't be willing to discard your plans and/or learn to let some stuff go with the kids' eating/sleeping/whatever, you will drive yourself stark raving mad. Seriously. Every day, I learn to go against my natural tendencies, or risk constant disappointment over unmet expectations. I do it because I love my children, and that's what's best for the family. It's not about me.
I think one (parent or otherwise) must take a similar tack when interacting with God. He's not overly concerned about my plans. He's got a plan of his own. I end up with a lot less cognitive dissonance if I'm willing to let my own expectations go and roll with whatever He's got going on instead. Easier said than done, but I strive to do it every day, just like I do with my kids.
This came into play pretty seriously during the trip, and I promise to get back to posting about that soon. It's been a busy week, and will continue to be. Never a dull moment!
Of course, things don't always go according to plan. That's inevitable. But, having children multiplies exponentially the possibility of reality differing from expectations. If you're planning to stay home all day, getting off schedule isn't such a big deal, since you have a fair amount of control over your environment. But, throw in an event you have to attend that starts at a time incompatible to the routine, and you're asking for a challenge.
Kids naturally thrive when they're on a schedule. This works out well for a J-type. BUT, they also couldn't possibly care less about the schedule mommy may need to keep. I try to work my life around their schedules as much as possible, but they're experts at throwing a wrench into the cogs of the well-oiled machine I plan out. Let's say I'm supposed to be somewhere at 9:00am, with a 45-minute drive time, and hope Jillian will take a nap while I'm there until 11:00 (which would be within her normal naptime range at the moment). She decides to wake up early. Or late. She doesn't sleep while we're there. Or, she falls asleep in the car on the way there or back and takes only the briefest of naps. Or, she falls asleep late there, with the same result. This throws off her eating schedule, too, and perhaps affects whether or not she'll sleep through the night (a rarity at the moment). And so on, and so forth.
This is where flexibility comes in. I don't believe one can be a parent and hold onto sanity without learning to roll with the punches. If you can't be willing to discard your plans and/or learn to let some stuff go with the kids' eating/sleeping/whatever, you will drive yourself stark raving mad. Seriously. Every day, I learn to go against my natural tendencies, or risk constant disappointment over unmet expectations. I do it because I love my children, and that's what's best for the family. It's not about me.
I think one (parent or otherwise) must take a similar tack when interacting with God. He's not overly concerned about my plans. He's got a plan of his own. I end up with a lot less cognitive dissonance if I'm willing to let my own expectations go and roll with whatever He's got going on instead. Easier said than done, but I strive to do it every day, just like I do with my kids.
This came into play pretty seriously during the trip, and I promise to get back to posting about that soon. It's been a busy week, and will continue to be. Never a dull moment!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
This is all happening so fast
Yesterday (or the day before?), Jillian started pulling to a standing position on things--mostly me. Today, she started pulling up on the couch and moving along the side of it while holding on. A LOT has changed in the last 2.5 weeks. Talk about a development spurt! Much of my time at the moment is spent as a human rock wall. That girl is a little monkey!
A side note about nursing in public
This doesn't have to do with a specific part of the trip, but this challenge was interwoven throughout the whole thing, and reaches beyond just the travel portion of my life. Nursing in public is a hot-button issue, particularly in Western culture where breasts are such a sexualized thing. The whole thing just seems to make the vast majority of people uncomfortable. We think of boobs as sexual objects, so even when they're being used for their primarily designed, utilitarian purpose, everyone gets all scandalized. I get it. In our society, looking at boobs is kind-of a no-no (although a LOT of people do it, obviously, what with the current porn pandemic we've got going on), and it must be quite a temptation when one gets whipped out (indecent exposure!), even if it's mostly covered by a baby head. Because of this, I use a nursing cover out of respect for those around me.
During this trip, Jillian was almost 9 months old. She has been Squirmy McKickengrab her whole life, and that has only intensified as she has grown. The bigger and stronger she gets, the more effective her squirming, grabbing, kicking and climbing get. She's also quite particular and opinionated, especially with regard to body positioning, both in general and while nursing. Add to that a propensity for easy distraction (at its greatest while nursing), and you're asking for trouble when trying to nurse in public with a nursing cover. I think my sense of modesty has progressively decreased as I've nursed, but I do still try to be mindful of those around me. My general feeling is that I'll do my best to stay covered, but if someone gets a flash by accident, whatever. They shouldn't be looking, anyway, and if they are, well, it's just a boob. Probably nothing they haven't seen before. Jillian makes it quite difficult because she's not a fan of the nursing cover, and she can easily pull it off. She thinks it's it's a hilarious game, and invariably laughs once she's uncovered. It's highly frustrating for me, and I've had a few times when I've been tempted to just let her nurse uncovered, but without much of anything really showing. One such a time was on our flight to SLC. I was all the way in the back of the plane, and nobody was really looking. There was a guy across the aisle in the row in front of us who, according to Robert, was trying to sneak a peek, although I didn't catch him. Robert was a little mortified, especially because this trip had such an overall focus on modesty, so our mindset was to show less skin than ever, and certainly not something so taboo. But, sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get a baby to eat.
I was determined not to let this trip derail my nursing relationship with Jillian, since the last time we did this, it was the end of nursing with Katherine. She was almost a year old at that point, and had been fighting me on nursing for a couple of months prior to the trip. So, it wasn't the end of the world. But I didn't want to end nursing this early with Jillian. I am proud to say that I was successful in that endeavor, but not without a lot of work. There were several times when I had to abort an attempt to nurse in public (including one time when we were in country and Jillian was being totally uncooperative in the middle of a crowded McDonald's).
So, in summary, nursing in public is complicated, and I wish people weren't so puritanical about something that God designed to be a natural, biological, utilitarian, non-sexual function. Not gonna happen, though, so I'll just soldier on.
During this trip, Jillian was almost 9 months old. She has been Squirmy McKickengrab her whole life, and that has only intensified as she has grown. The bigger and stronger she gets, the more effective her squirming, grabbing, kicking and climbing get. She's also quite particular and opinionated, especially with regard to body positioning, both in general and while nursing. Add to that a propensity for easy distraction (at its greatest while nursing), and you're asking for trouble when trying to nurse in public with a nursing cover. I think my sense of modesty has progressively decreased as I've nursed, but I do still try to be mindful of those around me. My general feeling is that I'll do my best to stay covered, but if someone gets a flash by accident, whatever. They shouldn't be looking, anyway, and if they are, well, it's just a boob. Probably nothing they haven't seen before. Jillian makes it quite difficult because she's not a fan of the nursing cover, and she can easily pull it off. She thinks it's it's a hilarious game, and invariably laughs once she's uncovered. It's highly frustrating for me, and I've had a few times when I've been tempted to just let her nurse uncovered, but without much of anything really showing. One such a time was on our flight to SLC. I was all the way in the back of the plane, and nobody was really looking. There was a guy across the aisle in the row in front of us who, according to Robert, was trying to sneak a peek, although I didn't catch him. Robert was a little mortified, especially because this trip had such an overall focus on modesty, so our mindset was to show less skin than ever, and certainly not something so taboo. But, sometimes you have to do what you have to do to get a baby to eat.
I was determined not to let this trip derail my nursing relationship with Jillian, since the last time we did this, it was the end of nursing with Katherine. She was almost a year old at that point, and had been fighting me on nursing for a couple of months prior to the trip. So, it wasn't the end of the world. But I didn't want to end nursing this early with Jillian. I am proud to say that I was successful in that endeavor, but not without a lot of work. There were several times when I had to abort an attempt to nurse in public (including one time when we were in country and Jillian was being totally uncooperative in the middle of a crowded McDonald's).
So, in summary, nursing in public is complicated, and I wish people weren't so puritanical about something that God designed to be a natural, biological, utilitarian, non-sexual function. Not gonna happen, though, so I'll just soldier on.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Big Trip, Part 2
The morning of the day we left was actually relatively normal, except for all the last minute pre-travel stuff. Jillian even got a morning nap. When Super Shuttle came to pick us up, we loaded our ridiculous amounts of baggage in and off we went. Things at the airport went relatively smoothly, as much as they can when you're taking ridiculous amounts of baggage and two small children and everything that goes with them through security. The short flight to SLC was pretty uneventful, but it was a little bit late. As you may recall, our turnaround time between flights was less than 45 minutes. We found out that our departure flight to Charles de Gaulle was also running a little late, so that took some pressure off. Once we landed, most of the team made a mad dash for the next gate. Our family waited until most of the people were off the plane, since we had so much to carry and would have to wait for a gate-checked stroller anyway. Thankfully, our departure gate was across the hall and a few gates down, so it was a quick jaunt. There was no pre-boarding, alas, but we made it on without much problem at all. Whew!
The overseas flight was long, of course, but it actually went pretty well, even with small children. There were frustrating moments and not a lot of sleep for anyone, and Katherine's diaper leaked at one point (thankfully, it was only pee), and we weren't all sitting quite together (Jillian & I were, at times, in front of or behind Robert, Katherine & Grandma), but hey, we made it and didn't really get the stink-eye from other passengers, so I call that a win. Once in Paris, we had to make our way to another terminal by bus. At some point just prior to that excursion, I realized that my cell phone was somewhere on the plane, and there was no going back. Bummer, but c'est la vie. We later had it shut off so as not to incur crazy charges from anyone who might try to use in in Europe.
Once we found our gate, the ladies went to the bathroom put on their head coverings. (Side note: I try to abide by local modesty rules when traveling, so if the majority of women cover their skin and hair where I am, I cover it, too. Not only does it show respect for the local culture, but it helps avoid an awful lot of harassment. I adjust my wardrobe before the flight into the country, so as to be dressed properly when I arrive.) I know there are a lot of Muslim women in France, and we saw a few, but it's still strange to walk around with a hijab on in a non-Muslim country, especially when you are clearly a Whitey McWhiterton. We got a few looks, to be sure. It's strange--once I put the covering on, I feel like I'm part of a club or something. It's almost like going into character. I'm still me, but my perception of my environment changes, and my perception of how others are perceiving me changes. Whether or not my perception is accurate is another story. Hard to say.
Anyway, not long before we got on the plane Jillian was getting super over-tired and fussy. I put her in the sling and she was out in no time. Unfortunately, that didn't last long, because she woke up as we were boarding. As we sat on the plane waiting to depart, I was doing my best to placate her and get her back to sleep, but she was getting more and more worked up between periods of calm. To top it off, the flight attendant informed me that I couldn't have her in the car seat for take-off, but would have to abide by European rules and use the baby seat belt, which attaches to my lap belt. At first, I was distraught, because the only thing that was making Jillian happy was to be facing me, over my shoulder and/or snuggled against my stomach. But then, we figured maybe we could just fasten the belt around her while she was backward, and that worked out pretty well. Both of us fell asleep not long after take-off (mommy was over-tired, too!), and I woke up just in time for the in-flight meal. Jillian, mercifully, did NOT wake up. So, I ate the whole meal somewhat reclined with a baby asleep on my belly. Tricky, but possible. I had been concerned that this last leg of the trip would be a nightmare, but it actually turned out pretty well. The flight attendants were really nice and helpful, the food was good, and they even had little toy packs for Katherine and Jillian. Hooray for Air France! I had wondered if I would be treated poorly because of my hijab (that actually happened last time we left NEA on a KLM flight), but everyone was really great. We reached our destination mostly without incident, and de-planed with help from the team, who were awesome and carried some of our bags. Unfortunately, when you de-plane at our destination airport, it's on the tarmac, and you have to take a bus to the terminal. Actually, the unfortunate part is that strollers go with the rest of the baggage, so instead of using my double stroller to lug Jillian in her car seat, Katherine's car seat, and any other bags we could fit on there, we had to lug it all by hand. Urgh. But, we made it there, through customs, through baggage claim and into the lobby without too much trouble. The girls were even in reasonable spirits, if tired. Now, all we have to do is get to our hotel. At this point, it was evening time, so we were all ready to get some dinner, get settled in and crash. Is that how it happened? Of course not.
I'll save that story for the next post.
The overseas flight was long, of course, but it actually went pretty well, even with small children. There were frustrating moments and not a lot of sleep for anyone, and Katherine's diaper leaked at one point (thankfully, it was only pee), and we weren't all sitting quite together (Jillian & I were, at times, in front of or behind Robert, Katherine & Grandma), but hey, we made it and didn't really get the stink-eye from other passengers, so I call that a win. Once in Paris, we had to make our way to another terminal by bus. At some point just prior to that excursion, I realized that my cell phone was somewhere on the plane, and there was no going back. Bummer, but c'est la vie. We later had it shut off so as not to incur crazy charges from anyone who might try to use in in Europe.
Once we found our gate, the ladies went to the bathroom put on their head coverings. (Side note: I try to abide by local modesty rules when traveling, so if the majority of women cover their skin and hair where I am, I cover it, too. Not only does it show respect for the local culture, but it helps avoid an awful lot of harassment. I adjust my wardrobe before the flight into the country, so as to be dressed properly when I arrive.) I know there are a lot of Muslim women in France, and we saw a few, but it's still strange to walk around with a hijab on in a non-Muslim country, especially when you are clearly a Whitey McWhiterton. We got a few looks, to be sure. It's strange--once I put the covering on, I feel like I'm part of a club or something. It's almost like going into character. I'm still me, but my perception of my environment changes, and my perception of how others are perceiving me changes. Whether or not my perception is accurate is another story. Hard to say.
Anyway, not long before we got on the plane Jillian was getting super over-tired and fussy. I put her in the sling and she was out in no time. Unfortunately, that didn't last long, because she woke up as we were boarding. As we sat on the plane waiting to depart, I was doing my best to placate her and get her back to sleep, but she was getting more and more worked up between periods of calm. To top it off, the flight attendant informed me that I couldn't have her in the car seat for take-off, but would have to abide by European rules and use the baby seat belt, which attaches to my lap belt. At first, I was distraught, because the only thing that was making Jillian happy was to be facing me, over my shoulder and/or snuggled against my stomach. But then, we figured maybe we could just fasten the belt around her while she was backward, and that worked out pretty well. Both of us fell asleep not long after take-off (mommy was over-tired, too!), and I woke up just in time for the in-flight meal. Jillian, mercifully, did NOT wake up. So, I ate the whole meal somewhat reclined with a baby asleep on my belly. Tricky, but possible. I had been concerned that this last leg of the trip would be a nightmare, but it actually turned out pretty well. The flight attendants were really nice and helpful, the food was good, and they even had little toy packs for Katherine and Jillian. Hooray for Air France! I had wondered if I would be treated poorly because of my hijab (that actually happened last time we left NEA on a KLM flight), but everyone was really great. We reached our destination mostly without incident, and de-planed with help from the team, who were awesome and carried some of our bags. Unfortunately, when you de-plane at our destination airport, it's on the tarmac, and you have to take a bus to the terminal. Actually, the unfortunate part is that strollers go with the rest of the baggage, so instead of using my double stroller to lug Jillian in her car seat, Katherine's car seat, and any other bags we could fit on there, we had to lug it all by hand. Urgh. But, we made it there, through customs, through baggage claim and into the lobby without too much trouble. The girls were even in reasonable spirits, if tired. Now, all we have to do is get to our hotel. At this point, it was evening time, so we were all ready to get some dinner, get settled in and crash. Is that how it happened? Of course not.
I'll save that story for the next post.
Mobile Upload
Jillian is officially crawling. She did her first real crawl on Easter (4/4/10) with both sets of grandparents present, which was really cool. Now, a couple days later, she's motoring everywhere. All she wants to do if I'm near is crawl over and climb all over me. Man, that is one grabby little girl. She can pretty much pull to a standing position by herself, mostly on me. She hasn't done it in her crib yet, that I've seen, so we haven't had to lower the mattress, but it won't be long.
By the way, when I say motoring, I'm not kidding. Her latest favorite things to do vocally are growling and blowing raspberries, and when she does them whilst crawling, she really brings to mind a little car. It's ridiculously cute. I'm trying to get a video of it to post on here. We'll see if I'm successful!
By the way, when I say motoring, I'm not kidding. Her latest favorite things to do vocally are growling and blowing raspberries, and when she does them whilst crawling, she really brings to mind a little car. It's ridiculously cute. I'm trying to get a video of it to post on here. We'll see if I'm successful!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The Big Trip, Part 1
I'm going to post about our recent overseas adventure in parts, or it's never going to get done. Here we go!
The day before the trip, I was in full-on packing mode, and Robert got a call from his mom, who was going to be traveling with us. She had tried to check in for the flight early, and apparently our flight to JFK had been cancelled due to bad weather. Had anyone informed us of this? No. So, we could have shown up at the airport at 4:20am for nothing. Thank God she checked! So, I first got on the horn with the travel agency to see what the deal was, and they had no idea what I was talking about. Then, they checked their system and, sure enough, CANCELLED. Great. Fantastic. They gave me another flight option (not the one we ended up getting, incidentally), but said I'd have to call Delta. I probably called Delta 50 times before I got through to someone. Apparently, they're very busy over there. When I finally talked to someone, he was very helpful, but our only flight option (instead of our original JFK-NEA two-flight option) was SLC-Paris-NEA with a connection time of less that 45 minutes in SLC with 8 adults, 2 children with carseats, and lots of carry-on luggage. It really was the only option, so we booked it. Scary, but necessary if we wanted to get to our destination on the same day, albeit a few hours later. The best part was that, instead of our flight being at 6:20am, it was now at 1:25pm. So much better from a kid schedule standpoint. It was a blessing in disguise! Next up: the travel day.
The day before the trip, I was in full-on packing mode, and Robert got a call from his mom, who was going to be traveling with us. She had tried to check in for the flight early, and apparently our flight to JFK had been cancelled due to bad weather. Had anyone informed us of this? No. So, we could have shown up at the airport at 4:20am for nothing. Thank God she checked! So, I first got on the horn with the travel agency to see what the deal was, and they had no idea what I was talking about. Then, they checked their system and, sure enough, CANCELLED. Great. Fantastic. They gave me another flight option (not the one we ended up getting, incidentally), but said I'd have to call Delta. I probably called Delta 50 times before I got through to someone. Apparently, they're very busy over there. When I finally talked to someone, he was very helpful, but our only flight option (instead of our original JFK-NEA two-flight option) was SLC-Paris-NEA with a connection time of less that 45 minutes in SLC with 8 adults, 2 children with carseats, and lots of carry-on luggage. It really was the only option, so we booked it. Scary, but necessary if we wanted to get to our destination on the same day, albeit a few hours later. The best part was that, instead of our flight being at 6:20am, it was now at 1:25pm. So much better from a kid schedule standpoint. It was a blessing in disguise! Next up: the travel day.
A couple of quick tidbits
1. Jillian is quite the noisy little baby these days. She strings together all sorts of noises and syllables (blows raspberries, vowel combos, babababa, gagaga, lalalala, but alas, no mamamama yet--hmpf!), but her favorite thing to do is growl. It's really funny. She also LOVES to laugh. She's such a happy girl!
2. Katherine is obsessed with "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". I told it to her the other day as an illustration about lying, and now she wants to hear it multiple times per day. Let's hope she gets the moral of the story!
2. Katherine is obsessed with "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". I told it to her the other day as an illustration about lying, and now she wants to hear it multiple times per day. Let's hope she gets the moral of the story!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Growin' Up
During our recent overseas trip (which I hope to write about in more detail soon), Jillian started sitting up all by herself (on March 22, the day before she turned 9 months old), and Katherine started jumping with both feet off the ground. Crazy! Jillian is thisclose to crawling. I'd say she's mobile--she bootcamps around like nobody's business. My girls are getting so big!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
A glimpse
I've been thinking a lot about parenthood lately. Not surprising, as mothering consumes the vast majority of my time. I truly believe that parenting is both the most rewarding and most frustrating job in the world. You seriously can't beat the satisfaction, fulfillment and joy you get from seeing your child learn, thrive and love. There are few feelings greater than receiving genuine affection from your child--hugs, kisses, hearing them say, "I love you, mommy."
There are also few things more frustrating than training your children. As their parent, it's your responsibility to help them to understand right and wrong, what is and is not acceptable behavior, etc. When they are finally old enough to understand such things, at least on a basic level, you have to undertake this effort with diligence and consistency, and with probably the greatest quantity of patience you've ever had to muster. When they disobey, you discipline them, and let them know that there are consequences to their actions. You want so badly for them to obey, and to WANT to obey. When they sometimes so willfully disobey, it is SO disheartening.
Love for your children is like no other love. It's unconditional. No matter what they do, you love them, because they're yours. They create the highest highs and the lowest lows. I think this is a little glimpse into how God feels about us. He loves us SO much--way more than we could possibly comprehend. When we show Him love, or show love to others, He is pleased, for that is what He made us to do. He gives us guidance about how to think and behave, and when we miss the mark, it saddens Him. When we willfully disobey, stamping our feet like a recalcitrant toddler and screaming, "But I don't WANT to," it really hurts Him, because He wants the best for us. Sometimes, He gives us grace. Sometimes, He disciplines us. Things always work out better when we repent and get back on the path He sets for us.
Parenting is an everyday reminder for me of how my relationship with God should work. When I experience my child's disobedience, it's like I'm staring my own waywardness right in the face. I have a feeling God was very purposeful in creating this dynamic. I understand the depth how He feels about me now more than ever. I just hope my children can experience a glimpse of God through me, too.
There are also few things more frustrating than training your children. As their parent, it's your responsibility to help them to understand right and wrong, what is and is not acceptable behavior, etc. When they are finally old enough to understand such things, at least on a basic level, you have to undertake this effort with diligence and consistency, and with probably the greatest quantity of patience you've ever had to muster. When they disobey, you discipline them, and let them know that there are consequences to their actions. You want so badly for them to obey, and to WANT to obey. When they sometimes so willfully disobey, it is SO disheartening.
Love for your children is like no other love. It's unconditional. No matter what they do, you love them, because they're yours. They create the highest highs and the lowest lows. I think this is a little glimpse into how God feels about us. He loves us SO much--way more than we could possibly comprehend. When we show Him love, or show love to others, He is pleased, for that is what He made us to do. He gives us guidance about how to think and behave, and when we miss the mark, it saddens Him. When we willfully disobey, stamping our feet like a recalcitrant toddler and screaming, "But I don't WANT to," it really hurts Him, because He wants the best for us. Sometimes, He gives us grace. Sometimes, He disciplines us. Things always work out better when we repent and get back on the path He sets for us.
Parenting is an everyday reminder for me of how my relationship with God should work. When I experience my child's disobedience, it's like I'm staring my own waywardness right in the face. I have a feeling God was very purposeful in creating this dynamic. I understand the depth how He feels about me now more than ever. I just hope my children can experience a glimpse of God through me, too.
Monday, January 25, 2010
All you do is talk, talk
Jillian started babbling "da-da-da-da-da" recently. Last Saturday is when we first heard it, I think. So, I'm gonna go with first word on 1/16. She turned 7 months old the following Saturday, the 23rd. Crazy!!! She is a joy, and she and Katherine truly enjoy one another and crack each other up. I love being a mom. More on that later.
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