Rowan

This guy grows up a little more each day but I was astonished that he grasped the concept of his birthday so well. This morning, after he got his orange juice he announced, "Okay, let's go to the living room and have my party now." I felt bad when I had to tell him that his party isn't until the second of January so we could do his and Adam's together.

He also ran around church telling everybody that he's "free" now.

Over the last year he has grown in so many ways. Ways that I have even forgotten. I hardly remember the baby I once held because he has been replaced by a loving, energetic, adorable boy.

Rowan is loveable in so many ways. He likes smooching his mama, which is always a bonus, but he is all boy at the same time. Not a day goes by when he isn't killing off some bad guy or lost in the adventures of whatever superhero he decides to become. The boy loves to climb and if you sit anywhere you will become his new jungle gym. His dimples are to die for and his smile brightens the day.

I don't have fancy words to describe this precious gift and I don't even have a picture to post(hopefully tomorrow). All I know is that I am grateful God gave us a second boy because our lives wouldn't be the same without him. And I love him.

Happy Birthday Rowan.
I am very excited to be your mommy and I am looking forward to this year.
I love you.

Holiday Cheer

Lunch at my house today.

Boys: Screaming, climbing across table to hit each other, spitting, screaming some more.

Me: "Alright. That's it! You two are not going to say another word to each other. You are not going to touch each other. You are not even going to look at each other. I have had it with the two of you fighting! Is that clear?"

Boys start bawling and wailing.

I resume making lunch.

Boys: Start screaming at each other.

Me: "I told you already to stop and you didn't listen." Each boy gets swat on bottom. "No. More. Fighting."

Adam: Bursts into tears.

Me: "Adam don't start hollering. You were being mean and you disobeyed. If you wake up your sister you're going to bed without lunch."

Rowan: Starts sobbing and whining that he wants lunch.

Me: "Be quiet. You're going to wake up your sister."

Adam: "You hurt my feelings! I don't want to live with you anymore."

Me: *chuckle* "I understand. I feel like that sometimes too." I continue making lunch and boys continue crying. Rowan keeps protesting no, no, no, no to something.

Me: "Do you think we should pack your bags and find you a new place to live after lunch?"

Rowan: stops bawling and says, "Yeah. That would be great!"

Adam & I start laughing.

Me: "Don't you think you'd miss your mommy?"

Boys: "No."

Me: "Okay. when you get done eating you can pack your bags and I'll drive you to your new home with strangers. How does that sound?"

Rowan: *starts bawling* "I don't wanna pack my bags! I don't want to!"

Me: "Yup. You gotta bring your stuff to your new family's house. You don't wanna live here anymore so you hafta pack your bags."

Rowan: "I don't wanna pack my bags!"

Me: "Why?"

Rowan: "It's too hard!"


Ahhhhhh. So nice to be loved.


Did I mention the perfect bite mark Rowan has on his cheek? Yeah. Big brothers are so fun.

Self-inflicted Baldness

I know I said that next time I was going to post on what God has shown me about the deity of Christ but I need to ask you guys for prayer.

I'm going crazy.

Avril has been crying, no, screaming for about five days. I have changed her formula, given her baby ora-gel, teething tablets, Tylenol, Milicon drops, cut out baby foods, used tea tree oil in her ears, and done everything short of an enima to get her to poop normally. I hold her, bounce her, rock her, pat her and pack her around. I pray for her. Believe me, I pray for her.

Still she screams. If she's awake, she screams.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what is wrong and nothing helps. I can't tell if she's constipated, teething, has an earache, or if it's something else.

I am worried. I shouldn't be.

We are taking her to the doctor in the morning. Please pray for her. Please pray that the doctor will know what is wrong. And please pray that we won't have to give her a bunch of meds. And please pray that I will trust Him with my daughter.

Thank you.