18 months and counting…

Eila turned 18 months last week, and it still amazes me that not only am a mother, but that I have a toddler and another on the way!  Does anyone else have a hard time sometimes understanding that they are an adult and not just frozen in a time of pre-adulthood?  If so, then I have company, if not, well…stop laughing at me.

On that same note, I feel like I started losing track of how old I am once I passed 25- I honestly forget sometimes that I will be 29 this year.  It feels like I can’t possibly be almost 30.  Sometimes I feel like I am a little girl again pretending to be a grown-up.

I am already learning the lesson that while children may remind you of your adulthood particularly in regard to level of responsibility, that they do definitely keep you young.  Eila does this for me daily, and I’m sure Asher will do the same.  For example…

Eila has a wonderful laugh that I love to hear, so what choice does that leave me but to make incredibly silly faces, sounds, and dance crazy dances (I like to dance, but not in front of people, as my husband will attest to, so to dance in front of her is certainly an exception to my rule)!

In all her toddler-glory, Eila is learning the beauty of the word “no”- clearly this relates more to the responsibility issue rather than the keeping me young issue…as frustrating as it is at times though, she sees it so sweetly that it negates some (emphasis on some) of the obnoxiousness that accompanies it at times.

Back in the keeping me young category, each day becomes an adventure, allowing me to see the world freshly through the eyes of a child.  When a plane goes by in the sky, Eila says “plane” with such enthusiasm and with such a look of wonder that I can’t help but stop and listen and look as well.

She also likes to say her baby brother’s name and kiss and pat my tummy.  Enough said.

In response to being told that I love her, Eila responds with “you too”.  Also enough said.

Not to mention that I get constant exercise chasing the munchkin around, which keeps me young but being pregnant, is also making me feel old!

I can’t imagine what it will be like to chase after two of them…at the moment, not sure I want to.  But I am so thankful for her and for her little brother on the way, and I will remind myself of this when I am later overwhelmed and asking God why, WHY did we decide to space them so closely…

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Asher Benjamin

So in my last brief post, I shared that we were having a boy.  Just wanted to elaborate a little now that I have more time.  The ultrasound was amazing, we got to see our little guy moving his mouth and playing with his chin and the tech printed out some wonderful pictures for us.  After our appointment, we met with one of the doctors (my favorite one and the one I pray will deliver our little guy vs. Mr. “Get ‘R Done”- don’t ask…)…the doctor shared that he had passed his ultrasound with flying colors and everything looked great.  He is weighing in at 10 ounces currently and is right on track. I also learned that the reason his movements have been less pronounced than I expected was because he is located behind my placenta so it cushions the movement, but I will begin feeling even more as he grows.

Of course, Will and I had been discussing names for both boys and girls, and while we agreed on the girl names, we were having more difficulty agreeing on  a boy name.  Once we officially knew it was a boy, I began the “team Asher” campaign.  You see, I really felt like our little guy was supposed to be an Asher, and while Will didn’t dislike the name, he wasn’t 100% on board.  Poor Will had to listen to me, his mother-in-law, and his sister-in-law all discuss how wonderful the name Asher is.  I’m happy to say, somewhat anti-climatically given the title of this post, that a few days following our ultrasound, Will agreed with Asher.  So Asher Benjamin it is.  I can’t wait to meet him.

And know this- Will isn’t easily swayed, so I know he agreed to the name because he genuinely feels it is right after thinking about it rather than just caving in. Just in case you were wondering.  He gives me a run for the money when it comes to who the more stubborn of the two is!  🙂

A Few of My Favorite Things

I haven’t written in a while despite my best intentions to post regularly; I have definitely been keeping busy lately.  Despite the writing drought, I have been thinking about some things I wanted to write about and have decided to finally make time to do it.

So, what follows is a list of my current favorite things…

1. Eila saying “mama” when she wants my attention (granted, this is not so much fun when done repetitively while I am on the phone for work, but that is another post)

2. Eila doing the “poopy dance” when she needs a diaper change.  The dance looks something like this…Eila looks at me, runs to one end of the couch, and hides.  When I ask her if she has a poopy diaper, she then runs to the other end of the couch, looking at me the entire time, and hides.  This repeats itself numerous times, until I scoop her up and head to her room.  Even better, sometimes she adds some variety by going up to the floor lamp at one end of the couch and shaking it back and forth, like she is ringing the bell in a belltower or sounding some kind of alarm.  As amusing as this is, due to safety reasons, I have to stop this pretty quickly.  

3. A new way we found to get our dog, Annabelle, to exercise.  You see, when we attempt to walk Annabelle and prepare her by getting her harness and leash, the lazy bum literally hides under the kitchen table, sometimes forcing me or Will to literally drag her behind out.  Now, however, if it is too hot or we don’t have time for a walk, we have “the light”.  Oh yes, the light does the trick.  I’m sure many of you know what I’m talking about, but for the sake of my joy in telling it, I will elaborate.  Will goes outside in the dark with the flashlight.  He lets Annie out in the backyard with him.  He then proceeds to turn on the flashlight and move it around the backyard while the ball of black fur that is my dog becomes a light-obsessed whirling dervish.  Oh she is determined to catch that light!  It is quite entertaining.  Even better, the dog has so much fun that she doesn’t want to come back inside!  

4. Grasshopper legs.  Back when my brother was little (let’s say 6 or 7- although he may have done this when older as well), he used to run around the house while holding up the hem of his shorts on both legs, which resulted in me calling him “grasshopper legs”.  Well, we have found Grasshopper Legs Jr. in Eila…this past week, my child has begun to carry the torch for the next generation.  I don’t know why she started doing it, but she finds it hysterical, probably because she noticed right off that her mother finds it incredibly funny.   She runs across the living room holding up her shorts on either side, laughing the entire time.

5. Eila and Annie.  Eila, like most toddlers, loves animals and is fascinated by her Annabelle.  She currently tries to give Annie love by going up to her, and instead of hugging her or even kissing her, bows her head until it is just touching Annie’s side.  It is remarkably reminiscent of the respect and deference of the Chinese.  Konichiwa.

6. Crib diving.  In the mornings when I go in to get Eila out of her crib, I know she has slept well if she engages in the extreme toddler sport of crib diving.  She becomes very coy and rather than allowing me to lift her out of the crib, she will stand as if ready to come out, and then dive headfirst into her crib when I reach for her.  She does this repeatedly.  I’m glad we have not yet removed the crib bumper…

7.  May-men.  I love, love, love that Eila likes to pray.  When we pray at the kitchen table, at bedtime, or anytime during the day, you are very likely to see Eila clasp her hands together to pray along.  Even better, however, is that once we say “Amen”, she follows it up with her version of Amen, May-men.  It is the sweetest thing and it gets me every time.  I have no doubt that that must make Jesus smile.  

8. Eila has begun saying her own name, and while I can’t capture quite how she says it through writing, suffice it to say that her version of Eila is as precious as she is.  

9. Spontaneous hugs.  Not much is better than having your 16-month-old run up to you and give you a hug, especially when you crouch down and she hugs you tightly around the neck.

10. Sweet nothings…okay, so this one is about Eila too…the child loves to whisper.  She gets such a kick out of it.  She likes to sit in my lap and whisper her toddler nonsense mingled with her rapidly growing (and impressive I might add) vocabulary.  My favorite by moment of this by far occurred Thursday night during small group.  Our associate pastor’s son, who is 6 years old, was sitting in Eila’s chair with her.  I watched as she tapped him on the shoulder and proceeded to lean over and whisper in his ear.  My husband may not have been thrilled (concerned with years to come I’m sure 🙂 ), but it was amazingly sweet.  

I will stop at 10 favorite things for now- my obsessive-compulsive nature wouldn’t let me stop before that nice round number and if I keep going, I would have to get to fifteen before it would seem right to stop again (yes, I recognize how crazy that is, but let me be).  And I need to go spend time with my husband…

Actually, I will break out of my mold and add an 11th favorite thing…

11.  Dove.  That is one of the nicknames my husband calls me.  As in “Whenever you’re ready, dove”, which he just said to me to gently signal that it is time to say “Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you”  (forgive the Sound of Music reference, but it was so fitting given the title…)

A little chaos never hurt anybody…right?

I have come to a conclusion over the past couple of weeks.  It shouldn’t have taken so long to arrive at this conclusion and many of you will probably not be surprised.  

Here it is…Will and I are crazy.  Yes, crazy.  Perhaps not certifiably, perhaps not in the way of seeing bright purple spots everywhere or having detailed discussions about Lake Tahoe with elephants, but crazy nonetheless.  I know this because we are a) having another child within two years of our first and b) we are attempting to put our house on the market and move at the same time.  

Now, these two things separately are not so nutty, but add them together, and you have an equation that rivals the insanity of Homeland Security stating that pro-lifers and war veterans are terrorists.  Okay, so that comparison is obviously an exaggeration, as few things rival the audacity of Homeland Security and our current government, but anyway…you get my point.  

I would like to chalk it up to pregnancy hormones (my poor husband), but I can’t help but wonder what we are doing trying to manage all of this right now.  I have been fighting the feeling of being overwhelmed and have been struggling with feeling peaceful in the midst of so much change.  

As I write, however, I realize I should win the melodramatic award, because really, so many people manage much more than we are currently. Think back to the birth of Christ- there’s Mary, young, very very pregnant, traveling with her husband to Bethlehem, not in the luxuriousness of an air-conditioned moving van, but on the back of a donkey.  Across rough terrain.  In the heat.  ON A DONKEY.  Now, for those of you that have been pregnant, the ninth month of pregnancy is certainly not a time I want to be getting jostled on the back of ANYTHING.  Not with all the jostling going on on the inside.  For those of you that have not been pregnant, please take my word for it.  

Now granted, I do not pretend to compare myself with Mary- I know in many ways she was “just” a girl but I do think that she must have had an extraordinarily pure heart and I hunger for the faith she demonstrated in her life.  God chose her to raise His son for a reason.  But it keeps things in perspective.

All that said, despite the stress of change and unknowns, I am slowly getting more excited about the current craziness and future chaos that awaits us.  Even though I know that having two children under the age of 2 is going to be a challenge, and even though I don’t look forward to the sleep deprivation, the breastfeeding every two hours, and the general loss of both freedom and sanity in those early months, I know we are so blessed to have the opportunity to bring another little one into the world.  Friends of ours recently discovered that they had lost their little one in the first couple of months into the pregnancy, and my heart breaks for them.  Talk about keeping things in perspective- I am already in awe of the faith they are showing during this time in their lives.  I pray that I never have to experience what they are experiencing, but should something tragic ever occur in my life, I pray that I would respond with strong faith and trust in my Lord to hold me in His hands as they are doing.  

Of course, whether it is a tragic event or a little chaos of the blessed kind, doesn’t God expect us to do just that?  That is, to respond with strong faith and trust Him to hold us in His hands.

I initially intended this post to be a light-hearted, amazingly witty commentary on what I am experiencing right now.  As I continued to type however, I realized that all of my fears are so small compared to my God, and compared to those situations others are facing.  For me, with writing has always come perspective.  For that I am grateful.

I thank you Lord for the blessing of our new little one and of a possible new home.  Please forgive my complaints, my fears, and my struggle to find my peace in you.  Thank you for giving us challenges that remind us that You are in control.  Thank you for being the One that keeps things in perspective- if I focus on you, I can be assured that my perspective is as it should be.  I pray for my friends and their loss, and thank you that their little one is with you now and experiencing the indescribable joy that must come with being in your presence.  I pray you would comfort my friends and allow me to be a comfort as well.  In Jesus’ name, Amen.

A Change I Can Believe In

No, this does not involve Obama (and to make myself clear, I do not support Obama in any way, shape, or form, other than the fact that I pray for his salvation and that God will use Him according to His plan).

This post is, however, about change.  I shared our new baby news, and that is certainly a BIG change.  In addition to our new addition, however, we are now seriously considering moving.  As in, we have found a house we like, in an area we like, and are currently discussing the fine points of the offer we plan to make.  Whew.  Talk about a lot going on!

But I am excited.  The house we are hoping to own gives us an extra room so my beloved husband does not have to lose his office (as a church planter/pastor, he does need a space of his own); it also gives us more land, beautiful trees, and nice privacy.  With the market in such disarray, the price works to our advantage and the seller (the builder) is quite motivated.  Will and I believe God is guiding us in the direction of moving into this home but will continue to pray about it until we make an offer or feel that the Holy Spirit is counseling us that we are not supposed to do so.

I do get slightly overwhelmed thinking about getting our house ready to sell and keeping it that way as we show it to others.  Don’t get me wrong- our house is quite nice and we have done a lot in the four years we have lived here to improve it (including finally putting in a privacy fence…and really, not to get off on a tangent, but why oh why do I finally get my fence only to consider moving before it is completely up?)  Anyway…we hope to do a For Sale By Owner to avoid agent commission fees and plan to price our 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom house (with double garage, laminate flooring, huge walk-in closet in master bedroom, wainscoting in kitchen, and newly added privacy fence) very fairly, especially for the North Chase area.

So, that said, if you know anyone who is looking to buy a pretty home in a nice neighborhood for a competitive price, please let me know.

Here we go again!

I am excited to announce that on Wednesday, March 25, we found out that Eila Grace is going to be a big sister!  I had been wondering why I felt nauseated the week leading up to that day, and thought pregnancy could be the culprit, but since I was never nauseated with Eila, I wasn’t really sure.  After some dizziness, amongst other indications, I went and bought the test, and voila, was notified that Baby A is on his/her way!

This was not a surprise necessarily- Will and I decided after Eila turned 1 that we would “see what happens”, and had been praying that we would conceive again in God’s timing.  The surprise was simply at how quickly it happened.   Of course, as my mother often says, “God is never late and seldom early”, so in other words, His timing is perfect.

When we found out that we were pregnant with Eila, we were so eager to share our news that we just called our parents and blurted it out.  This time, however, we decided to be slightly more creative (though we still coudn’t resist sharing the news in the same day).  So, how did we share the news?  See below…

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After taking this picture, we sent it via email and cell phone to the grandparents.  Needless to say, it didn’t take long for our phones to ring with the reactions (which, in case you were wondering, were positive).  🙂

Of course, Eila looks less than thrilled, but she typically looks this way when she stares at a camera due to her contemplative nature.  Only eight more months will tell how she really feels.  I, for one, think she is going to be an incredible big sister.