She has a lot of dark hair! We'll see if it lasts.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
more pictures....
I promised more pictures, the commentary will have to wait.
She has a lot of dark hair! We'll see if it lasts.
She has a lot of dark hair! We'll see if it lasts.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
And Baby Makes Five...
We welcomed little baby H to our family on Tuesday, September 7 at 3:10 PM. She's healthy and (mostly) happy and the kiddos are anxiously awaiting her arrival home. Here's a few pictures: 
There will, of course, be more to come very soon.
There will, of course, be more to come very soon.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Bible Stories
D asked me tonight what stories are in the Bible. I know he knows, so I started spurring him to answer his own question. He eventually came up with quite a list, including:
Daniel and the Lions
Noah and the Ark
Jonah and the Big Fish
Adam and Eve
Baby Jesus Born in the Barn
Samson the Strong Man
David and the Giant
......
.......
and Ricky Ticky Tavy
Perhaps we have more work to do.
Daniel and the Lions
Noah and the Ark
Jonah and the Big Fish
Adam and Eve
Baby Jesus Born in the Barn
Samson the Strong Man
David and the Giant
......
.......
and Ricky Ticky Tavy
Perhaps we have more work to do.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Barges
One of the things I like about being in a new place is how it has inspired our interest in the local scene. Lately it's been an obsession with river traffic, primarily Barges. Every time we drive through town, we drop down to the low road to see if we can spot any on the Big River. We read about them, we pretend about them, we sing about them. DaddyHealy even took D to the lock & dam museum last weekend.
This obsession of barges brought back memories of a Girl Scout Camp song that I would spontaneously break into now & then. They picked up on it fast, and though I only knew one verse, D was quick to remind that we could just "google it" and so google it we did. We found the lyrics and even a YouTube production of Barges, which we have watched over and over and over. The lyrics we found are even better than mine because they sing about pirates, so we've adopted this version as our official Barges Song:
"Out of my window looking through the night
I can see the barges’ flickering light
Silently flows the river to the sea
And the barges they go silently...
Barges I would like to go with you
I would like to sail the ocean blue
Barges have you treasure in your hold
Do you fight with pirates brave and bold
Out of my window looking through the night
I can see the barges’ flickering light
Starboard shines green and port is glowing red
You can see them flickering far ahead... Chorus
One of these days and it will not be long
You will look for me and I’ll be gone
Face to the wind far out upon the sea
Where the whales and dolphins sing to me... Chorus
Some library books I found on the subject of the summer....
Some child-led activities I encountered....moving equipment across our kitchen floor on barges
and snack time tugs pushing barges 
This obsession of barges brought back memories of a Girl Scout Camp song that I would spontaneously break into now & then. They picked up on it fast, and though I only knew one verse, D was quick to remind that we could just "google it" and so google it we did. We found the lyrics and even a YouTube production of Barges, which we have watched over and over and over. The lyrics we found are even better than mine because they sing about pirates, so we've adopted this version as our official Barges Song:
"Out of my window looking through the night
I can see the barges’ flickering light
Silently flows the river to the sea
And the barges they go silently...
Barges I would like to go with you
I would like to sail the ocean blue
Barges have you treasure in your hold
Do you fight with pirates brave and bold
Out of my window looking through the night
I can see the barges’ flickering light
Starboard shines green and port is glowing red
You can see them flickering far ahead... Chorus
One of these days and it will not be long
You will look for me and I’ll be gone
Face to the wind far out upon the sea
Where the whales and dolphins sing to me... Chorus
Some library books I found on the subject of the summer....
Some child-led activities I encountered....moving equipment across our kitchen floor on barges
and snack time tugs pushing barges B is for Bubble Bath
Well, the news here is freedom! Freedom from a cast, which is not the same as freedom of motion.
On Monday morning D had his cast removed (despite the fact that he was hanging on to it for dear life wailing "Don't take it off! I want it on!!") It wasn't the relief I expected out of him. I think fear of pain, fear of unknown won out. He was quite hysterical about the whole ordeal, but nothing a little ice cream can't fix. An hour later with a full belly and messy face he was his calm and happy, yet immobile, self.
The nurse promised a little Motrin and a soak in a warm tub would help the sore, unused joints and muscles immensely. There was a bit of resistance on this end though, so I had to make it enticing. And so, D was the first to use our new big jacuzzi tub for the biggest bubble bath on record! He soaked for 3 hours!! Then later in the evening asked for another soak, and the next day too! That really helped rid the 7 week stench off his leg!
We found out when you add bubble bath, then turn on the jets it gives a whole new meaning to Bubble Bath.
I almost lost him in there!
His mobility has taken a step backwards though...he'd gotten pretty good at the walking cast. As he works out the aches and regains muscle strength and confidence he hobbles around holding on for dear life and usually asking to be carried. We're not far off though. Several preschool moms commented on the difference in him today vs. yesterday. We've got a great group of praying friends, though, and so a quick recovery is never a surprise.
On Monday morning D had his cast removed (despite the fact that he was hanging on to it for dear life wailing "Don't take it off! I want it on!!") It wasn't the relief I expected out of him. I think fear of pain, fear of unknown won out. He was quite hysterical about the whole ordeal, but nothing a little ice cream can't fix. An hour later with a full belly and messy face he was his calm and happy, yet immobile, self.
The nurse promised a little Motrin and a soak in a warm tub would help the sore, unused joints and muscles immensely. There was a bit of resistance on this end though, so I had to make it enticing. And so, D was the first to use our new big jacuzzi tub for the biggest bubble bath on record! He soaked for 3 hours!! Then later in the evening asked for another soak, and the next day too! That really helped rid the 7 week stench off his leg!
We found out when you add bubble bath, then turn on the jets it gives a whole new meaning to Bubble Bath.
I almost lost him in there!
His mobility has taken a step backwards though...he'd gotten pretty good at the walking cast. As he works out the aches and regains muscle strength and confidence he hobbles around holding on for dear life and usually asking to be carried. We're not far off though. Several preschool moms commented on the difference in him today vs. yesterday. We've got a great group of praying friends, though, and so a quick recovery is never a surprise.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
So, Where Do Babies Come From?
There has, no doubt, been a lot of discussion about babies around here lately. Bouncy seats and crib sheets are coming out of the woodwork, and teeny tiny diapers (that M are just sure are for her dolls) are starting to pile up.
There have been a lot of questions. Some I prefer not to answer. "How does the baby come out of your belly?" "God has a special magic way and He and Daddy help me" doesn't work any better now than it did in December when we reminisced about the day of D's birth.
We talk about how big baby is, how baby's head is down here, and up here is his little bum, and over here you can feel an elbow or knee. We look at some pictures of babies in utero to get the general idea. D talks about when we bring the baby home from the hospital, M refers to when the baby "pops out." I'm pretty sure she imagines baby emerges through my belly button.
They both like to interact with baby. D can almost always get baby to move by talking (ok, shouting) to my belly. M prefers to tickle baby (again, via my belly button). She likes to sit in the rocker in the nursery and sing to baby. “Rock-a-bye belly on the tree top” is how her song goes.
D wants to know when God will decide to give us another baby, so we'll be six, instead of five (pushy, isn't he?). He believes baby will be a boy. M always refers to baby as "her."
I think M has no real clue what is heading at us. We've watched video of newborn M in the hospital and at home. It gave a realistic picture of how small the baby will be and how much they cry, what they look like, etc. We thought it would help prepare them. Instead, M is obsessed with pretending to be a baby. She tries out all of baby's things. She does a fake baby cry all the time, telling us she's a baby, trying to get someone to rock her or burp her. We try to reinforce how much better it is to be “big” like babies don’t get to eat cookies, only milk. Babies are too little for legos and too little to sleep with dollys. She doesn’t care. Being a baby still sounds like fun to her.
The other day D said to me, "I think its going to be hard to decide which baby to bring home from the hospital." I suggested that we bring home the one that God put inside my belly. He thought that might make it an easier decision.
M thinks we should name baby "Baby" and D thinks we should call it "Salad Pizza Healy." Mainly because Caesar salad is something I have eaten consistently 2-3 times a day throughout this pregnancy. "And," he reminded me, "It’s a good name for a boy or a girl." What fine logic!
There have been a lot of questions. Some I prefer not to answer. "How does the baby come out of your belly?" "God has a special magic way and He and Daddy help me" doesn't work any better now than it did in December when we reminisced about the day of D's birth.
We talk about how big baby is, how baby's head is down here, and up here is his little bum, and over here you can feel an elbow or knee. We look at some pictures of babies in utero to get the general idea. D talks about when we bring the baby home from the hospital, M refers to when the baby "pops out." I'm pretty sure she imagines baby emerges through my belly button.
They both like to interact with baby. D can almost always get baby to move by talking (ok, shouting) to my belly. M prefers to tickle baby (again, via my belly button). She likes to sit in the rocker in the nursery and sing to baby. “Rock-a-bye belly on the tree top” is how her song goes.
D wants to know when God will decide to give us another baby, so we'll be six, instead of five (pushy, isn't he?). He believes baby will be a boy. M always refers to baby as "her."
I think M has no real clue what is heading at us. We've watched video of newborn M in the hospital and at home. It gave a realistic picture of how small the baby will be and how much they cry, what they look like, etc. We thought it would help prepare them. Instead, M is obsessed with pretending to be a baby. She tries out all of baby's things. She does a fake baby cry all the time, telling us she's a baby, trying to get someone to rock her or burp her. We try to reinforce how much better it is to be “big” like babies don’t get to eat cookies, only milk. Babies are too little for legos and too little to sleep with dollys. She doesn’t care. Being a baby still sounds like fun to her.
The other day D said to me, "I think its going to be hard to decide which baby to bring home from the hospital." I suggested that we bring home the one that God put inside my belly. He thought that might make it an easier decision.
M thinks we should name baby "Baby" and D thinks we should call it "Salad Pizza Healy." Mainly because Caesar salad is something I have eaten consistently 2-3 times a day throughout this pregnancy. "And," he reminded me, "It’s a good name for a boy or a girl." What fine logic!
Eavesdropping
I have to admit, one of my favorite things to do is listen to DaddyHealy reading to our children. He gets so animated (which, if you know him, is no surprise). Each individual character comes alive with a voice all of his own. If a non-fiction book is on the agenda, he adds additional information, or in some cases corrects the author's slightly off base descriptions. If given a choice, the kids will take a book to him over me 10 out of 10 times. And do they ever. This evening M climbed on his lap with 3 books. Not to be outdone, D perused the bookshelf and loaded up no less than 9 books and scooted over to Dad's chair for some book reading too. And he read them all, all 12 books right in a row.
On the occasion that DaddyHealy takes over the bedtime routine, I have been known to turn on the baby monitor to "listen in" on the book reading and conversation that takes place. It is a great time of day for discussions of the days events. I love to hear what D has to say and how DaddyHealy responds and it melts my heart he cares so much about the minute details of a 4 year old's life. I'm not saying the kids usually get to bed on time when Daddy does the routine, but what wonderful, quality time. He will let them talk until they run out of things to say...something I never seem to have the patience for. It reminds me of one of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place. He cares, he truly cares, more about what you have to say than what was left on his to-do list for the day. Oh how God blessed me....a talker....with a listening ear who is always there for me, for all 3 of us.
On the occasion that DaddyHealy takes over the bedtime routine, I have been known to turn on the baby monitor to "listen in" on the book reading and conversation that takes place. It is a great time of day for discussions of the days events. I love to hear what D has to say and how DaddyHealy responds and it melts my heart he cares so much about the minute details of a 4 year old's life. I'm not saying the kids usually get to bed on time when Daddy does the routine, but what wonderful, quality time. He will let them talk until they run out of things to say...something I never seem to have the patience for. It reminds me of one of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place. He cares, he truly cares, more about what you have to say than what was left on his to-do list for the day. Oh how God blessed me....a talker....with a listening ear who is always there for me, for all 3 of us.
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