Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Oooohhhh How True it is....
TELL ME ABOUT IT ®
By Carolyn HaxWednesday, May 23, 2007; Page C10
Here is just part of "TELL ME ABOUT IT"
When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.
It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.
It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.
It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.
It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything -- language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.
It's also a choice, yes. And a joy.
To enjoy the full article go to http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/05/22/AR2007052201554.html
By Carolyn HaxWednesday, May 23, 2007; Page C10
Here is just part of "TELL ME ABOUT IT"
When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.
It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.
It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.
It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.
It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything -- language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.
It's also a choice, yes. And a joy.
To enjoy the full article go to http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/05/22/AR2007052201554.html
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Day of Prayer and Fasting
Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the Roe Vs. Wade decision making abortion legal in the United States. Date of the Roe v. Wade decision: January 22, 1973.
Psalm 139 "..I knew YOU before I formed you in your mothers womb.."
From our homily last Sunday, "When do you become you? According to Psalm 139, you are you even before you were formed in your mothers womb and within the womb a miracle is allowed to take place. The seed which was once part of a man is joined with an egg which was once part of a woman and an entirely NEW human is created. No longer the man or the woman, but a whole new person with his or her own DNA. All this new little boy or girls needs now is nurishment and a safe place to grow which is the same thing we all need."
Life is an evolutionary process and begins at conception with the division of one cell into two.
We have been asked by the Church to spend tomorrow fasting and praying for an end to abortion. May we pray for women contemplating abortion, woman suffering the regret of abortion, and for the little children whose lives were cut short by abortion. May we also pray and fight to ensure the Freedom of Choice Act is not passed.
The Consequences of Roe v. Wade
49,551,703
Total Abortions since 1973
Psalm 139 "..I knew YOU before I formed you in your mothers womb.."
From our homily last Sunday, "When do you become you? According to Psalm 139, you are you even before you were formed in your mothers womb and within the womb a miracle is allowed to take place. The seed which was once part of a man is joined with an egg which was once part of a woman and an entirely NEW human is created. No longer the man or the woman, but a whole new person with his or her own DNA. All this new little boy or girls needs now is nurishment and a safe place to grow which is the same thing we all need."
Life is an evolutionary process and begins at conception with the division of one cell into two.
We have been asked by the Church to spend tomorrow fasting and praying for an end to abortion. May we pray for women contemplating abortion, woman suffering the regret of abortion, and for the little children whose lives were cut short by abortion. May we also pray and fight to ensure the Freedom of Choice Act is not passed.
The Consequences of Roe v. Wade
49,551,703
Total Abortions since 1973
Cody's 6 Month Check-up
Well, Cody is now 6 months and had his well baby exam today. He is officially 28 inches (87th Percentile) and 19 Pounds 3 Ounces (71st Percentile). According to doctor 90th and 75th percentiles respectively so all agrees this time around. So he is a tall boy and doing great!! It's funny having this bruiser after having such petite little ones before. I tell ya' I done and had 'em all.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Christmas 2008
Wow how this family has grown and we look forward to David & Kerri's addition in July 2009. What a wonderful "belated" Xmas. We didn't really celebrate until January 9th as this was the earliest David was able to get off work. The glamorous life of a pilot. It was great having everyone together and getting to celebrate Mass together as one BIG family.For the Lord is great, and greatly to be praised. Psalm 96:4a
Thursday, January 15, 2009
A Huge Milestone
My beautiful little man will turn 6 months old this Sunday, but yesterday he rolled over back to belly for the 1st time. He then proceeded to show off and do it many many more time throughout the day and evening. He is a bit late in achieving this goal compared to the triplets, but he has a lot more to roll over being such a brute of a guy.
The Little Gym Award Ceremony
On Tuesday the babies had their "Award Performance and Ceremony" for having completed a semester at The Little Gym. I have to say... my babies were the best in the bunch. The class was very small this day, but every week my kiddos are leading the charge. Mr. Kevin is crazy about them!! They showed us their rolls and bar tricks and walking on the balance beam... good job guys!! At the end they got up on their "podium" and received a ribbon "I'm a star."
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
The hardest job I ever loved
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. -- Matthew 11:28"
It's funny... I spent most of my adult life working as a "career woman." I had many employees under me and nice office when I left the daily grind of the energy industry. I worked long hours but I was enjoying the fruits of my labor as a single girl without any commitments or debt. I thought I worked very hard and granted my hours were extremely long on a regular basis, but I usually had the weekends off and most of my evenings. I always wanted to stay home with a family though. My work was a job, but a family was a purpose. Somehow, I knew it would be more fulfilling and thought it would be dare I say easier. I figured I'd take care of the house, shop, run errands, cook, do laundry and lay down or play when the baby napped. I could be my own boss and set my own schedule and agenda. Sounded a lot easier than getting up at 5:00 am to work from 7:00am to 7:00pm at an office. All those plans changed when we heard "triplets." I remember the doctor urging us to consider selective reduction and warning of the difficulties not only of carrying triplets, but of raising triplets. "yea yea, whatever (I thought).... I can do this, no problem."
I never could have imagined how much effort goes into raising triplets nor could I have foreseen how much additional work the addition of one more child could create. Yesterday, (new years day) Jerry got up with the kids and I lay in bed listening to Jerry during their feed. Jadon, once again refusing to eat. Addison screaming crying because she was punished for throwing food on the floor and the dogs barking at some noise from outside. I wondered if I could just pull the covers over my head and disappear... I just didn't have the energy to walk through our bedroom door and out into the chaos of our home. But I prayed for strength.
"And let us not be weary in well doing; for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. - Galatians 6:9"
Our family is unique in that we have 4 babies, not 4 kids. I don't have a child that can feed himself, dress himself, or use a potty. I don't have a child who can communicate with me beyond a few words and Lord help me if I don't understand the words being spoken. I don't have a child that can go pick up Cody when he is crying, or can give him a bottle. I have 4 babies, that all want to be picked up at the same time, that cry about everything from wanting the pink cup not the green cup to feeling terrible with a fever. I have 4 babies that need cuddle time and all want in Mommies lap at the same time. Toddlers are demanding, needy, whiny, clingy, and yet somehow adorable. I think God knew he had to make babies adorable, otherwise we'd kill them.
I thought staying home would be easy... oh, how I laugh now. The hours of my day are filled from sun up to sun down seven days a week fulfilling the needs of others. Trying to see that the needs of my babies are met and that I am serving my husband as the best possible wife I can be. When I am beaten down and feel like I can't take one more minute listening to crying, I have to step back and remind myself that I had a job, and now I have a purpose. My vocation is important as I am responsible for these four little souls physically, emotionally, and spiritually and when I feel like I just can't go on... God renews my strength with a unexpected kiss on the hand from Kaylee, or a "Good job Buddy" from Jadon, or watching Addison hug Jadon when he is crying. I even find strength in staring into the sleeping face of my little Cody.
"Even youths grow tired and weary... but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. -- Isaiah 40:30-31"
I often think Jerry has it easier because he is out there. He can socialize and get away from the crying demanding little bodies. He gets a break and has variety, but then I have not walked in his shoes. He gets up much earlier than I do, works all day and then comes home to a tired and often stressed out wife who expects him to jumped in the minute he walks in the door. I expect him to be my rock and I have to say he has never let me down.
As for the rest of the day once I found the strength to walk out our bedroom door? Well, it turned out to be a great day. It was our first outing to Chuckie Cheese and we found it to be great age appropriate entertainment. We spent over two hours putting tokens into the various rides and enjoying our children. The work is hard, but the rewards are great.
Blessing to everyone and your families and may you find strength in your daily struggles. And thank you to my Mom to whom I often vent.
It's funny... I spent most of my adult life working as a "career woman." I had many employees under me and nice office when I left the daily grind of the energy industry. I worked long hours but I was enjoying the fruits of my labor as a single girl without any commitments or debt. I thought I worked very hard and granted my hours were extremely long on a regular basis, but I usually had the weekends off and most of my evenings. I always wanted to stay home with a family though. My work was a job, but a family was a purpose. Somehow, I knew it would be more fulfilling and thought it would be dare I say easier. I figured I'd take care of the house, shop, run errands, cook, do laundry and lay down or play when the baby napped. I could be my own boss and set my own schedule and agenda. Sounded a lot easier than getting up at 5:00 am to work from 7:00am to 7:00pm at an office. All those plans changed when we heard "triplets." I remember the doctor urging us to consider selective reduction and warning of the difficulties not only of carrying triplets, but of raising triplets. "yea yea, whatever (I thought).... I can do this, no problem."
I never could have imagined how much effort goes into raising triplets nor could I have foreseen how much additional work the addition of one more child could create. Yesterday, (new years day) Jerry got up with the kids and I lay in bed listening to Jerry during their feed. Jadon, once again refusing to eat. Addison screaming crying because she was punished for throwing food on the floor and the dogs barking at some noise from outside. I wondered if I could just pull the covers over my head and disappear... I just didn't have the energy to walk through our bedroom door and out into the chaos of our home. But I prayed for strength.
"And let us not be weary in well doing; for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. - Galatians 6:9"
Our family is unique in that we have 4 babies, not 4 kids. I don't have a child that can feed himself, dress himself, or use a potty. I don't have a child who can communicate with me beyond a few words and Lord help me if I don't understand the words being spoken. I don't have a child that can go pick up Cody when he is crying, or can give him a bottle. I have 4 babies, that all want to be picked up at the same time, that cry about everything from wanting the pink cup not the green cup to feeling terrible with a fever. I have 4 babies that need cuddle time and all want in Mommies lap at the same time. Toddlers are demanding, needy, whiny, clingy, and yet somehow adorable. I think God knew he had to make babies adorable, otherwise we'd kill them.
I thought staying home would be easy... oh, how I laugh now. The hours of my day are filled from sun up to sun down seven days a week fulfilling the needs of others. Trying to see that the needs of my babies are met and that I am serving my husband as the best possible wife I can be. When I am beaten down and feel like I can't take one more minute listening to crying, I have to step back and remind myself that I had a job, and now I have a purpose. My vocation is important as I am responsible for these four little souls physically, emotionally, and spiritually and when I feel like I just can't go on... God renews my strength with a unexpected kiss on the hand from Kaylee, or a "Good job Buddy" from Jadon, or watching Addison hug Jadon when he is crying. I even find strength in staring into the sleeping face of my little Cody.
"Even youths grow tired and weary... but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. -- Isaiah 40:30-31"
I often think Jerry has it easier because he is out there. He can socialize and get away from the crying demanding little bodies. He gets a break and has variety, but then I have not walked in his shoes. He gets up much earlier than I do, works all day and then comes home to a tired and often stressed out wife who expects him to jumped in the minute he walks in the door. I expect him to be my rock and I have to say he has never let me down.
As for the rest of the day once I found the strength to walk out our bedroom door? Well, it turned out to be a great day. It was our first outing to Chuckie Cheese and we found it to be great age appropriate entertainment. We spent over two hours putting tokens into the various rides and enjoying our children. The work is hard, but the rewards are great.
Blessing to everyone and your families and may you find strength in your daily struggles. And thank you to my Mom to whom I often vent.
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