Thursday, December 18, 2014

sickies

We've been pretty pathetic around here since I last wrote.  There's a nasty virus hanging around and the kiddos have all been suffering in varying degrees depending on the hour -- culminating with a vomiting Maisy for the past couple of days.  The good news is that despite all the boogers still drooping, we seem to be on the upswing.  (I hope!)  It's been a good (bad) two weeks of sickness now, pretty much quarantined in the cabin, and I am over it.  Times like these make me wish for a troupe of friends and family that would swoop in with some home cooked or take out dinners and therapeutic bath soaps or sick baby holding services.  But alas, I am here alone washing puke and poop out of clothes day after day, scrounging up supper and not doing the dishes night after night.  (Except when Grandma and Uncle Matt were visiting -- it was so good to have you guys!)

It's a sad scene, folks.  And it's turning into a bit of a pity party, which needs to stop.  Because honestly, as bad as it's been at times, there has not been one moment when I wished it all away.  Because the caring for sick children times are actually some of the most precious times in life I think, times when we can express our love for our littles in the truest way.  Up all night with a miserable baby, the only person who can comfort her?  A blessing.  This is my chance; the window won't be open for long; I'll soak up the well days and the unwell.

This is a series of photographs I call cute misery, scenes from sickmas 2014.

Maisy is the most boogery baby ever.  This snot bubble's not too shabby but her biggest was the size of a golf ball, no joke.
Over the summer the boys mostly gave up on napping, but this plague has brought back the nap in the form of kids passing out randomly.  Wooden has taken quite a few couch slumbers...
Even Pup has fallen to exhaustion several times in the past couple of weeks.  Asleep in the moon room on top of a pile of toys...
 and passed out on the floor in front of a heat vent.
Maisy Lou has been in good spirits despite her discomfort (except that real low 48 hours we had), sleeping on a towel to catch the snot and milk puke.
Her congestion and teething combo has also turned her into a little night owl and she's snuck downstairs for quite a few late night tv sessions with mom and dad.  We all secretly loved this little routine, a flashback to the days when we had just one baby.  "Maisy, are you our only kid right now?" we'd chime, the boys asleep in their bed upstairs, and a huge grin would flash over her face.  Preciousness.

PS.  On the same day I cried here about being bulldozed by God, my dear high school friend Jamie was in a horrible car accident.  Say a prayer for her recovery.

xo, a.

Monday, December 8, 2014

seized, hurled and bound

You know like when...
You work hard on something and then it's hated, or
You finally pay off your car loan and then you need a new "sway bar" whatever that is, or
You have plans to see friends you really miss but your kids get coxackie virus, or
You're missing someone who is gone, or
Your innards can't handle cheese anymore, or
It's the start of another LONG winter, or
Your son isn't growing fast enough, or
Your daughter is born with one hand?!

You know those times?

Last week was a totally crappy, anxiety filled week.

On the worst day, our reading from "Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing" by Sally Lloyd-Jones brought me to sobs.


And sometimes we don't understand what God is doing in our lives either.  It may even look like God is hurting you.  But you can trust your Shepherd, who loves you.  He carries you close to his heart.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

snowy Thanksgiving Eve

November has been a fickle month.  Two days ago we were splashing in puddles and collecting acorns on a long short walk (long as in time, short as in distance)...
And then today was a full scale blizzard!  Ben came home early (!) and we had a family snow party.  Snowballs, tree climbing, a little sledding, and an eight foot snowman.  Way to start off winter right.  Boom.

This girl was loving her first time out in the snow.  I gave her a taste and she was like me last winter -- spazzing out every second that I wasn't holding out a handful for her to eat.  And that pretty much froze her little face right off, so we went in for nursies and cocoa.

A super fun Thanksgiving Eve.  A happy one to you!
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