Life with a Third Child

Last weekend Ruth turned 4 months old, and again I am faced with the reality that “oh, my sweet, tiny baby will only be so little for so long.” She truly is such a sweetheart, and I’m trying to cherish this time as much as I can.

Ruth is a happy baby. If you need someone to lift your spirits look no further than this darling. Her smile is one of pure delight, and her cute little giggles immediately brighten our day. Lúthien loves to talk and sing to her, and Rainer calls her “Ruthie Ruth.” [He calls his stuffed dog and blanket that he sleeps with his “doggy dog” and “blankey blankey,” so it’s only fitting that his little sister gets a cute Rainer-ized nickname too.]

Life as a family of 5 has definitely been an adjustment in a zillion different ways (as I expected). I had some small idea of what to expect from observing my sister-in-law and friends with 3-4 kids, and now that I am a mother of 3 under 3.5 years, so much of what they have told me about their lives makes so much more sense. For instance, the most difficult part of mothering right now is not taking care of the baby, it’s keeping up with the big kids.

I’ll count my blessings and say that the during the first two months, Rainer and Lúthien adjusted beautifully to the family dynamic change. Plus, we were spared during flu season unlike our rockstar friends who seemingly all caught it. March and April have been a whirlwind as a family though for multiple reasons. Ross has been busier with work lately, so there have been even more nights where I go solo (difficult for the both of us, not just me). And we just got over our very first sick family epidemic (to be melodramatic).

Honestly it could have been worse, this wasn’t the flu or any of the icky viruses like hand, foot, and mouth. I have no idea what it was though, and it started off with a fever, then nausea, then a nasty cold. In total, we were all sick for two weeks. Lúthien ended up developing an ear infection from it, Rainer took awhile to get better, I was weakened quite a bit and it affected my milk supply, and even little Ruth caught it but praise the Lord, she didn’t throw up or refuse to nurse or anything. And again, praise the Lord, while Ross was affected by the virus, he did not get as sick as the rest of us and he’s the one with an autoimmune disease.

But yes, about the big kids, dearest Lúthien and Rainer. They love each other a lot. When the other wakes up from a long nap, they greet each other like they’ve been separated for two days (unless they’re super groggy). But goodness do they know how to drive each other (and me) crazy. We’re also running into a lot of behavioral issues lately, and I’m sure a lot of it has been because of the craziness lately.

I have a feeling that we will be on the other size of “survival mode” soon, however. I’m beginning to sleep train Ruth, which has actually been relatively painless and tearfree this time around (knock on wood). Once she can sleep better on her own, there will be more of an ordered sense to our days. She is also beginning to “play” more, and the big kids take so much delight in cheering her on through the next milestone.

Parenthood is this exhausting balance of giving of constantly giving of yourself physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I wouldn’t change a thing though. The joy always surpasses the sacrifice. Sure, it’s hard, but I am so grateful for this gift of motherhood. I pray for the grace to help form my kids, but goodness, they are definitely helping to form me too.

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Introducing Ruth Siobhán

I wrote the following while I was probably 4 days postpartum. Now little Ruth is 8 days old.

Welcome to the world, Ruth Siobhán. Birth story following…whenever I get to it. 😉

The last time I was able to write a full blog post and actually publish it was in…August?! (There are so many drafts in my WordPress files). Here I am once more after a whirlwind of a stressful and emotional but blessed autumn and Advent and Holiday season.

We are currently living with my very generous in-laws who just happen to be 2 miles away. They have a live-in elderly Aunt and Uncle, so this was the best solution until we can get back on our feet (my husband had to get back to work just 3 days after the birth). I’m currently trying to take it easy and be gentle on myself, and soak up any alone time I can get because I know things will get cray-cray once it’s just me, the kids, and the dog.

How am I doing? How are we all doing? Well. We are doing well. I am so grateful for how everything is working out thus far. I can sense that God is being generous with us to prepare for the weeks and months ahead. Ross, however, is honestly working the hardest between the both of us and bending over backwards to support us all. I won’t elaborate, but I will say that I have never been more honored and proud to have him by my side and the head of our family.

So far the transition to a family of five has been gentle and gradual. I don’t know if it’s the fact that this is my third newborn, and I am much more calm and confident in my mothering, or if Ruth is just extra darling, or both; but oh my goodness, she has been way more relaxed as a newborn compared to the other kids. I know, I know, this is JUST day 4, but I am so grateful. (I’m sure I’ll be laughing next week, but for now, I’m just thankful for the past few days).

The two other children are adjusting alright so far, and they are certainly keeping their Mimi and Paw Paw as busy as possible. Lúthien loves her little sister, and Rainer is mildly interested in her. I haven’t quite allowed them to spend that much time with her, only because they are getting over colds and right now in Louisiana cold and flu season is the worst (literally). Hopefully I’ll soon be able to confidently let them love on her (safely). As far as adjusting to the new family member goes, Lúthien wants her to “always stay little” and Rainer is missing his snuggles with his mom. He’s a bit of a mess right now, but he is still his usual goofy, sweet self.

Little Ruth is a darling. Compared to her siblings, so far she seems to be the most relaxed as a newborn. She doesn’t often cry, except when she needs a new diaper. Nursing was a little tricky the first few days, but we’re doing really well now. And to my delight, she loves to be swaddled unlike her siblings.

We are so in love with her name. As per tradition, we waited until she was born to name her. With Rainer and Lúthien we weren’t able to settle on a name until the next day, but with Ruth we gradually came to the name “Ruth Jeanne” or “Ruth Joan” during labor. Her first name was inspired by Old Testament Ruth. Each of our children, including our two in heaven (Charles Dominic and Lily Zélie), bear the middle name of a patron saint of ours. St. Joan of Arc has always been a favorite of mine and Ross since we were children. About an hour after she was born, Ross learned that the name, “Siobhán,” (pronounced shiv-ahn), which he had been drawn to throughout the end of my pregnancy, is the Gaelic form of “Joan” or “Jeanne.” He looked up, telling me with tears in his eyes, and I knew, this was Ruth Siobhán.

August Update: Pregnant while corralling two toddlers

I realize that I never actually officially announced (nay even written about) our pregnancy to the blog, though I alluded to it (aka blurted it out) via a photo caption mentioning a “baby bump.” But yes, we are expecting another little one around December 29th! I have a feeling this Advent will be the most meaningful one of my life so far. It won’t be the first time I’ve been pregnant during Advent, but nine months pregnant during Advent…totally new. 🙂 When people ask me when I am due now though, I usually say around New Year’s. Both Rainer and Lúthien came at exactly 41 weeks, so I’ve learned enough to imply that I’m due later than expected. And this time around, I’m going to do myself a favor and just “expect” to still be pregnant on New Year’s Eve. (Watch my water break at like 38 weeks…just kidding…)

So…here we are already at 22 weeks pregnant!

Side note: Ross took the photo because he is currently working on painting our kitchen grey and he realized my dress matched the wall, lol. It’s hard to tell by the picture, but they’re about the same.

We found out about lil bebe around the start of April, and after keeping the news to ourselves for a few days, we told our immediate family members and close friends specifically asking for the their prayers. My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage, and in my pregnancy with Rainer prior to this child, we lost a twin early on. So needless to say, I was very nervous. Thankfully, my provider at the time was working closely with me in monitoring my progesterone levels every two weeks, while I also took progesterone from about week 7 until week 13. And if you were one of the friends or family members that kept us in prayer, thank you so much. It was such a comfort knowing that we were not in it alone.

The anatomy scan at the beginning of this month at 19 weeks showed a healthy baby girl, yes…a girl! We went back and forth between deciding whether or not we wanted to find out the sex. With Lúthien, we were actually told by the sonographer at 20 weeks that she was a boy, and we finished out my pregnancy believed that she was…until she was born revealing otherwise. With Rainer we decided to wait until the birth which was a such a profound and beautiful experience for me. This time around though, I’d almost prefer not knowing again. I loved the mystery last time around, plus I can’t help but doubt that she is a girl. After all, after my pregnancy experiences, who wouldn’t feel one hundred percent sure? But at least now I can be practically prepared with clothing, and we can begin to narrow down names. As per tradition, we will not name her until we meet her face to face. And I am SO excited for that.

My first trimester went along well. Again I was blessed with very minor morning sickness. I can be such a baby when it comes to food aversions and queasiness, but I know other women have it much, much worse that I did. Currently I am still in the sweet spot of the second trimester. I can feel the baby kick all the time now. I visibly look pregnant in public now and not just very bloated.  And while I am beginning to need to change the way I bend down or lie down, I don’t quite feel “large” just yet. Honestly though, this has been the most mentally and emotionally taxing pregnancy yet. Thankfully, Ross has been tremendously supportive and such a rock for me.

What I have been loving even more this time around, is the support of our community of friends here in Louisiana as well as others from out of state. In our circle of friends here at home, there is always someone who is pregnant. I think it used to be a joke, but it’s frankly become a fact of life and I love it. When we found out about this baby, a couple friends in the area had just given birth; and now I’m sharing in this pregnancy with a handful of other friends who have due dates a month or two after me. It’s wonderful not being the “odd family out” with three kids under 4 and doing this crazy yet beautiful family thing alongside friends.

As far as life with Luthien and Rainer goes, recently that have begun sharing a room, and surprisingly it is going pretty smoothly! Up until the middle of this month, Rainer had actually just been sleeping in a pack n play with a 5 inch spring mattress inside. (Technically it’s the same mattress as our crib mattress, just smaller in length). The baby crib had been left unused in Luthien’s room this entire time, we just didn’t want to take it apart and move it into the third bedroom.

Anyway, just two weeks ago I decided it was time to get Rainer out of that room and out of that pack n play and into the crib in Luthien’s room. I honestly did not expect it to go well because I sort of did it on a whim. We were supposed to be spending a week in Austin in a hotel room together though, so I figured it was time to make the transition. The first night, luckily Ross came home earlier than expected (half the time I put the kids to bed alone during the week), and we waited it out together. After many trips in and out because someone was crying or shouting or had to poop, they eventually both fell asleep within an hour. Every night afterward the time it took for them to fall asleep slowly decreased. Usually Luthien realizes she needs to use the bathoom again, or Rainer throws his blankets out of bed, but now it only takes 20-30 minutes for them to happily quiet down and fall asleep.

And let me tell you….it is SO freeing. Before we made this transition, I was still rocking Rainer with a bottle before I put him down. Now I just put him in the crib, tuck him in, and hand him his bottle. He loves the fact that his sister is just on the other side of the room. I realize that some kids temperaments just don’t work well enough for room sharing, but Rainer and Luthien really balance each other out so far. And it is so sweet to come in at the end of the night to check up on them in the same room. As far as naps go, Rainer sleeps in the kids’ room, but Luthien has begun to drop her nap. She might nap if she is extremely tired, but thankfully (again, this is totally her temperament) she is perfectly happy sitting in the playroom playing quietly alone. If she wants to lay down, we lay out her sleeping bag and she’ll snuggle in.

Also, remember how I mentioned Austin two paragraphs ago? We were supposed to spend the week there for Executive Council with New York Life for my husband (all expenses paid), but Hurricane Harvey came right in time and it was canceled. Please continue to keep all those affected by the flood in your prayers. Ross and I have several family members in Houston, and somehow none of them flooded even though a handful of them had to evacuate – praise the Lord!

Since Ross was going to be off work anyway, we decided to take a “stay-cation.” He puts in a few hours here and there, and with our spare time together we are going on outings around town and painting our kitchen (ok, Ross paints, lol not me). We hadn’t had any real family time together longer than maybe three days for the past….I don’t know…three years?? So it’s been wonderful to just soak it all in, even if we’re not in a new city or camping in the mountains.

Another Virginian Excursion, Summer 2017

I treasure my trips home to Virginia each year. They usually happen just once a year in the context of a holiday, Thanksgiving or Christmas, and we travel by car making it in two days with stops along the way, often visiting with friends in North Carolina. This year the reason for the visit was twofold: to witness the wedding of my longtime best friend of nearly 15 years and to make up for lost time with family.

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Our trip up looked quite different from our past two road trips as a family of four. This time I flew alone with two toddlers. Before the trip, I made sure to consult with friends who had completed the same feat (thank you for all the advice!). I probably would not have decided to do it, had I not personally known anyone else who had made it possible. All in all, it wasn’t terrible and considering everything that could have happened, it went pretty smoothly!

first flight of the trip

I think the biggest rut in the trip was just the fact that I didn’t pay attention to where our layover was on the flight over – too far away, leading to a flight twice as long as necessary. Other than that, no one had a meltdown like I fully expected, no one cried during take off and landing, and there weren’t any terrible delays (we almost had a two hour delay, but it was a false alarm).

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There were a few minor mishaps on the way back like Rainer pooping in his diaper after we had already made a bathroom trip with only ten minutes before boarding (this happened twice, lol). And then our gate changed three times in ATL but that was about it. There was normal whining from the kids, and I was pretty squished by Rainer. And they screamed all the way home from the airport at the end, but by that time it was the very end of our trip and I was back with Ross, so it didn’t matter anymore. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. So yes, I flew up with the kids alone and then Ross followed two days later.

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Rehearsal night

Me and the bride (and lil baby bump)

The wedding weekend was absolutely beautiful and such a dream. Madison (the bride) and I have known each other since we were 11 and 12 when her family moved next door, and we’ve been best friends ever since. She was the Maid of Honor in my wedding, and it was such a gift to be the Matron of Honor in her’s.

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The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner were wonderful. The groom’s family hosted on a family member’s gorgeous lakefront property. It was such a lovely night spending more time with Madison and Ben and meeting more of her close friends from over the years.

The wedding day was a beautiful whirlwind. It was my first time ever being in a bridal party, and it was surreal getting ready in the home that I used to spend so much time in as a child. Ross, my mother, and sisters were such champs taking care of the kids. I was separated from them nearly all day, and they were still adjusting being away from home after so many busy days.

Words can’t describe just how beautiful their wedding day was and how grateful and honored I am to have witnessed it. It brings me such joy to know that she is with such a wonderful man, and it was such a gift to see her so happy.



The reception was a blast, but also quite tricky. The kids (Lúthien, really) were kind of a mess by the end of the day. And poor Ross was trying to make it through the rest of the evening with a splitting headache. Nonetheless, we made the best of it. I was nervous all day about my toast, but Ross helped edit it so that I was able to truly convey what I meant to. And the kids ended up having a blast dancing.

 

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Two days later Ross left us to return home only to leave the next day for a conference in Dallas. Meanwhile, my family and I spent three days at Virginia Beach.

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We all had a blast, most especially Rainer and Lúthien. Lúthien loved playing in the sand with my dad, while Rainer was pretty content sitting in his baby pool of ocean water. (Sidenote: I’ve been begging Ross to just take us on a day trip to the beach here, but now I realize how foolish that would be with just two adults. Hah hah! It was really nice having all the extra hands).

While we were in VA beach, we spent the nights visiting with my Naval brother who lives there, I was able to meet up with my sweet friend, Chiara and her adorable 6th month old son, and we brought the kids to the aquarium – which was a huge hit.

Luthien’s face is the best

 

weekend at home

The last few days of our visit were spent at home, with my brother, Joseph (who now lives in Raleigh) coming to reunite us all. We all relaxed together and managed to squeeze in an afternoon at the park, lunch out, a cook out at home, Mass together, and a family Cold Stone outing in just a couple days. I even managed to meet up with my dear friend, Corinne right before she left on a weekend trip.

first time all together since 2015

the godfathers 

It has been about two weeks since I’ve left now, and I miss my family terribly. In many ways, my 10 day visit was a little vacation for me. There was always someone ready and willing to watch the kids if I needed to meet up with a friend or do something simple like take a shower. I only “cooked” once the whole visit, but it was just to put a big salad together. My first day back at home was a bit of a shock, especially since Ross was home alone sick all weekend and not able to do much. But even aside from the help, I miss having the constant company of my sisters. When I left home for college, my youngest sister was only 10. Now both my sisters are in college and they feel more like my peers. And of course, I miss my parents and my brothers, as well.

Though I love Louisiana and I love our town, my husband’s hometown, I cannot help but feel like I leave of piece of my heart in Virginia or North Carolina every time I visit. Ross feels the same way about both places. But feeling that draw, and recognizing the unique qualities about these places only reminds me that our hearts were made for another truer, more beautiful home.

Anyway, the kids and I are thrilled to be back with Ross. Though we had a wonderful time in Virginia, we missed him greatly in the week we were apart.

Rainer, 13 months (AKA – breaking the radio silence) 

**I just found this really scatterbrained update on Rainer that I never published because I thought that wordpress accidentally deleted it. Here it is about a month late.**

I’m well aware that it’s been months since I posted last. Not that I ever post regularly, but c’est la vie. I needed to take a step back, but I’m back and ready to write about those topics I love most.
So, Rainer is now 13 months old. He is even sweeter than ever. 

This age is one of my favorites, where they are still very much baby and just barely a toddler. He still wants cuddles, even more than before actually. Remember that time I wrote about sleep training?? Hah. Well, I think he fell out of it by February…? Don’t get me wrong, we needed him to be sleep trained when he was. And having him sleep trained was glorious and very much needed for awhile. But then teething happened and a virus and then low milk supply, and this Mama just really wanted to rock her baby to sleep after awhile. It might not be as convenient as before, but it’s what I want now. I am only trying to gradually get him back in the habit of putting himself to sleep though.


Around 10 months old I began supplementing little man. He had stopped gaining weight and never seemed satisfied after nursing. And so with a lower milk supply (and counsel from his pediatrician), I began to give him formula several times a day coupled with nursing sessions. In the beginning I felt really sad. Supplementing was totally new to me, but I eventually felt much at peace once I saw how much happier and fuller he seemed to be. I think it’s safe to say that he is now officially weaned as of just a week ago. My milk supply has almost diminished. Honestly I’m trying not to dwell on the fact that we’re no longer nursing – because it would just be too sad to think about – so I’m just coping with cuddles at nighttime.


But really though, he is so much more affectionate now, especially with his dad! His favorite word is “Daddy.” Not “Dada,” but “Daddy.” He says it all the time. If I mention Ross’ name once, he will chant “Daddy, Daddy” over and over again. If he hears a car outside the window, he looks out babbling “Daddy, Daddy.” Once Ross gets home he’s just “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” You get the picture. It’s too adorable. Of course he will refuse to say “Mama.” If I ask him to say “Mama,” he will repeat “Daddy.” I guess it’s my turn, because Lúthien wouldn’t say “Daddy” for the longest time! The rest of his vocabulary (that he actually uses and doesn’t just repeat) so far just consists of “yummy,” “doggy,” and “hi.” He understands a lot more now though, and even though he knows the signs for “more” at the dinner table his favorite method of asking for more food is screeching.


Speaking of food, both of my children have decided to be picky at the same time! It’s become a bit of a problem with Lúthien all of a sudden, which I’m trying to curb by reducing snacks (and it’s been helping! along with some patience…). Rainer loves his protein. He’s all about his eggs in the morning and loves most meat. Avocado, blueberries, apple, and banana are among his favorites, but he shuns sweet potato and broccoli (Lúthien’s favorites when she was his age). And of course, he loves his carbs. And little man made it serious business to eat as much birthday cupcake as he could. Ok…so I guess Rainer’s not that picky. I was never picky as a child, so I guess I have a higher standard…lol.

By the way, we got a DOG. Probably not the most prudent decision, but it happened, and I’ve always dreamed about having a pet when the kids are little versus big kids. My husband is in love, and so is Rainer. Lúthien and I are pretty partial (lol), but he’s a great dog and Ross is training him very well. His intention is to bring him bird hunting and Brego is performing very well in the training sessions! He’s about 6 months old now.



As far as milestones go, Rainer is not quite walking yet, but I believe we are just days away! He has been taking his first steps little by little, and today he has his first few steps of 4-8 at once. I am so excited, because I was hoping he’d start walking before our trip to Virginia to see my family in July.

8 Months in (Crawling, Potty training, & a big girl bed)

I have been dying to write this post for awhile now, as I find these quirky little kid update posts thoroughly enjoyable. I’ve been temporarily without a laptop for a little while now, but I have one now, and let’s not get too distracted, shall we?

Last time I actually wrote an update dedicated to the two kiddies, it was back in October at the 5 month mark. Here we are at 8 months in, and with all these new changes I feel like we have now switched gears and are moving at a faster pace – figuratively and literally. To be honest, these past two weeks have been pretty rough coupled with Ross working long days and late nights. I am constantly humbled over and over again by my own flaws and struggles as a mother, but praise God, I am not in this alone. 

Crawling

Crawling truly changes everything doesn’t it? Before crawling you don’t need to worry too much about baby getting into anything because he’s pretty stationary…that is until baby learns how to roll across the room…but even then baby can’t quite move in a straight line, just a diagonal one. 😉 

Rainer first began to sit up unassisted around Christmas time at 7 months old, about three weeks ago. Little by little he gained strength and around New Years he began to scoot. Last week he progressed by the day and now I can. not. keep. up. He hasn’t yet transitioned from army crawling to “normal” crawling, but GOSH is he fast. I turn around for a second and he’s in the other room trying to put a dirty boot in his mouth or he’s ripped off the plastic screen on the fridge. Just a few hours ago I left the kids in Lúthien’s room to play while I put maybe two dishes away and then I heard Lu laughing and moving things around in the bathroom. And there they were both giggling in the middle of the bathroom, while big sister thankfully moved her potty and step stool out of his reach (go sis!).

Throughout these past couple weeks Rainer’s personality is truly beginning to shine. While Lúthien had more of a careful curiosity at this age, Rainer wants to explore everything and anything. The most intriguing objects to him are computer chargers, outlets, the plastic screen on the fridge, and our shoes. His sister is finally now being forced to learn what sharing truly is and how to best protect her precious tower of mega blocks. 

Growth


What’s hilarious is that they are starting to look the same size now because they are kind of almost the same weight…my petite little Lu is 24 lbs while her hefty baby brother is now 20lbs (according to my bathroom scale, who knows how accurate that is). At first I was alarmed at the difference, and felt quite worried for Lúthien’s growth, but she’s been on the lower percentile for a little while and it’s not like she’s skinny. She’s petite, but she definitely has pudge all over.

Little buddy had his first taste of solids around 6 months with avocado, but I didn’t start regularly giving him solids until the end of December in the middle of 7 months. My milk supply tanks a couple times a month now, and he works up a pretty big appetite. His favorites include sweet potatoes, apples, pears, bananas, and he’s even fairly partial to peas and broccoli.

Lúthien’s vocabulary and way of talking still continues to amaze me. But hey, she’s my oldest and she’s 2 and 1/2, this is my first time! She totally understands way more than we think she does. Just a few days ago we picked up lunch from Chick fil a, and she was playing with the little game cards that came in her kids meal. She brought one to me to read, and I read it aloud, “If you could do one nice thing for a friend, what would it be?” Though I didn’t expect her to answer, she responded “Pray for Miss Megan?” with her hands folded and a big smile. Miss Megan is her ‘sometimes’ babysitter, like a twice a year babysitter when the grandparents are busy. It was so precious.

Potty Training

We did it. We started it, and the worst is over! I planned on starting potty training soon after the holidays, and we held our breath and jumped into the adventure that potty training is about two weeks ago. Lúthien had been ready for a few months now, but I didn’t want to bother potty training with Thanksgiving and then Christmas looming in the background so I pushed it to January. We did a version of potty training boot camp, so we quit the diaper in the day cold turkey. The first day was predictably filled with many accidents, but she was already starting to rush to the potty when she felt the need to go. By the third day, she pretty much hard it, especially with dad to coach her along. Every now and then we still have an accident while she’s playing and distracted, but she has been accident free the past few days and we are going back on outings again with not much worry!

Big Girl Bed

Lúthien’s transition from a crib to a big girl bed has technically been lengthened by about 9 months, which was all completely unplanned. Last April, I removed her crib mattress from the crib and set up her sleeping area on the floor after she got her legs stuck in the crib slots. She slept on her mattress on the floor for a few months until a month or so after Rainer was born when I finally got around to removing the front wall of the crib. By the time she finally started sleeping in the toddler bed, she was already used to sleeping on her mattress without rolling off so the transition went smoothly. Her big Christmas gift from both sets of grandparents was her big girl bed and mattress. Her mattress arrived in time for Christmas, but FedEx actually lost the bed frame package and the second one (free) arrived last week. Naturally Lúthien slept on the new twin mattress on the floor, so by the time her bed frame was set up and ready, she slept on it just fine without falling off. 

Though we never planned on a gradual transition that this one, I’m really happy with how it turned out. Before Rainer was born, our pediatrician talked about how toddlers thrive on their routines and familiar environment – hence why they usually don’t take change well – so I’ve really tried to take that to heart with Lúthien. She has been so adaptable anyway though, so that makes things much easier. 

Anyway, you get the general idea…we’re all still growing over here for sure. Babies don’t keep! In the midst of the struggles and hardships of everyday life, thankfully the joys shed light on it all. 

Peace,

Dot 

The End and the Beginning of a Season

Last time I posted on here, I had written a reflection on the sweet moments of Advent and Christmas in our family. Unfortunately, the post vanished somehow from wordpress the next day, I don’t know if I accidentally deleted it or not, but at least I enjoyed writing it. I write this post just one day after the last day of the Christmas season, so I’m really not that late….right?

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The Advent and Christmas season for our family was just what we needed. I know that Ross and I gained even more from having our daughter begin to participate and understand more. It was such a gift observing her reaction to everything new – after all this truly did seem new to her, last year she was only 15 months. Her fascination over our gradually growing Nativity scene (I brought out more pieces each week) was delightful. She kept asking “Where Baby Jesus go?” (because the manger was empty), so when we were able to show her the life size Nativity scene after Christmas Mass, her face just lite up with such sweetness. Of course the Advent candles were a favorite, accompanied by “O Come O Come Emmanuel.” And her awe and glee over the Christmas tree and ornaments made me and my husband giddy ourselves.

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I hope that my memory of the night before Christmas and Christmas morning will stick with me for years to come. This was our first Christmas in our home, so everything seemed more special. Arranging the kids stockings around their respective seating area for the morning felt so sweet. And the next morning when we helped the kids open their gifts, my husband exclaimed, “this is better than I ever imagined.” All in all, it was a wonderful Christmas season for us, our first together as a family of four.

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I will never tire of the liturgical calendar and how it is set up. I am reminded of the verses in Ecclesiastes:

“There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to give birth, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them; a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces. A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away. A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to be silent, and a time to speak. A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. God has made everything appropriate to its time, but has put the timeless – into their hearts so they cannot find out, from beginning to end, the work which God has done. I recognized that there is nothing better than to rejoice and to do well during life. Moreover, that all can eat and drink and enjoy the good of all their toil—this is a gift of God. I recognized that whatever God does will endure forever; there is no adding to it, or taking from it…”

This is our Church calendar. We are not meant to be stagnant, our hearts can’t take that. We need the hope and reflection of Advent and the joy and of Christmas. Ordinary time gives us that breath of fresh air and change. Down here Carnival season has begun. And before we know it, we will soon be in the season of Lent.

I had never really been one for New Year’s Resolutions in the past. However, after a few more years as a wife and stay at home mom under my belt, I have begun to see just how meaningful that fresh start and outlook can be. This year I intend to strive for more order in my day to day life. More face time with my family. More gratitude for what I have. Simply put, I intend to make this year my year to be more present to each moment and each day.  Not to mention, my phlegmatic self needs the order to live well.

To my small, small amount of readers out there, I pray that you have a blessed beginning of the year. Peace be with you.

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