Monday, July 25, 2011

I Will Not Take These Things For Granted

Knowing that I probably won't blog for the next few weeks, I figured I'd get one out there really quick. Someone posted this article about motherhood, and I thought it was so true and a good reminder. Lately I've heard many complaints by pregnant mothers, gotten a lot of "my, your hands are full" from strangers, and uncovered some silly reasons as to why people wait to have kids. I know a few couples that have been trying for a long time to get pregnant, yet simultaneously, the whole of society devalues children. Time at the Community Pregnancy Clinic has made it exceedingly clear.

Not that I'm much better. There are days when I greedily wish I could sleep more, or I begrudgingly gather the many items Owen needs to sleep with: 4 Pull-Ups (2 with race cars and 2 with tow trucks on them...representing our various family members), Lion, Blankie, and his cup of water. But it is a blessing to reflect how much God cares for children, and what an honor it is to be raising up little ones in the fear and admonition of Him. That's the goal anyway.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Get Better

This post is dedicated to Mantis, as he heals from a brutal yellow jacket attack. We hope you're doing better!
A few more pictures from the Ashton visit. We had a cold day at the beach, but still fun. We stopped for some delicious fish tacos and coffee after our short, chilly beach time, and then took a very winding road home. Everyone was carsick.

This is a hilarious sequence of pictures from one of our hikes around the ranch: Zach trying to get Owen in the backpack carrier while it is on Mantis' back.
Owen can't believe that Daddy and Grandpa Mantis would do that to him.

Caelum also enjoyed being toted around by Mantis while they wore matching Tillys. Very relaxing.
And Queenie, I'm sorry that I didn't get more pictures with you and the kids, especially considering how many hours you devoted to playing with them. However, I love this picture because it shows what a great Queenie you are...playing diggers until the point of utter exhaustion. Note the small digger in the crook of the neck.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Suddenly Is Sooner Than You Think

Caelum is six months old. Did that just blow your mind? It should. Two years ago, we were embarking on a two month long road trip across the country with a six month old. Now we live in California with not one, but two little boys, the littlest one being six months. I can't reiterate this enough; Caelum is six months. Where does the time go? Who is this big chunk who smacks his lips and gets crazy excited when he sees me take out the box of baby cereal? This kid jumping in the exersaucer is surely not mine, right? I don't know who snatched my pregnant belly and placed a rolling, laughing, growling, jabbering baby in my arms, but whoever did it was really sneaky.

Caelum, you love every second with your brother. Seriously, no personal space necessary when it comes to the two of you.
Your interests include napping on the beach, blowing bubbles, bouncing , and doing whatever your brother is doing.And I can not overstate how chubby you are. You weigh about 20 pounds and are already on the biggest size of the cloth diapers. You are all thighs and rolls and delicious baby fat. This probably helps explain why you are such a good sleeper. Thank you, my child, thank you.
Random people stop me to say you should be a Gerber baby. I know that, those fools. Just look at you! You have a wonderful, jolly temperament and are quick to smile at everyone. You only freak out when I'm trying to change your diaper and won't let you immediately roll onto your belly.
And you love being on your belly. You can pull your butt up into the air and be on all fours, or you can turn 360 degrees after I put you on the floor, but no crawling yet. I don't think it's far off. It's strange for me to have a baby that rolls so much as Owen was a bit, um, lazy. In all fairness, he was in a carseat for most of the time when he was your age. But still, you make me very nervous with how much you can move. What's it like to have a baby who crawls rather than skipping straight to walking? We shall see.