Last post of 2010

Probably. I heard a friend say once that the days are long but the years are short. I find this especially poignant now that I have children, because every time I turn around my little girl’s curls are longer and my little boy’s legs are stronger and the lump in my throat becomes my own secret obsession as I hold onto the present while trying to embrace the change that the future brings. I understand what Mary the mother of Jesus was doing when the bible says she, “treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” (Luke 2:19NIV)

I also remember all the glorious discoveries of growing up, and so I embrace the journey ahead of me as I watch my children become who they are called to be…but still…I treasure.

We are still waiting and watching Violet’s face to see when the Bell’s Palsy resolves itself. I am confident that God will heal her, but until then, I live with a little extra heartache every day when she smiles her crooked smile at me. I haven’t intentionally posted any pictures of her lately because I want to be sensitive to her twelve-year old self someday. It isn’t very dramatic unless she is crying or smiling wide, but I certainly don’t want to embarrass her someday. I can certainly think of a few childhood pictures of mine that I wouldn’t have wanted found by a childhood nemesis.

Henry is getting into all sorts of trouble now that he is pulling himself into a standing position. We have a storage ottoman in our living room that was recently turned into the toy chest, so every day he finds all sorts of wonderment in getting into it. Yesterday, in an ambitious moment of indiscretion, he reached too far inside and high-centered himself on the edge–hollering (literally) until I came and saved him.

And yes, toy boxes are much better when you can get into them. It’s like the world at your fingertips.

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Conundrum:

Word of the Day: Conundrum. How do you get your little brother to share his toys with you without you having to share your toys with him? Also, why are my children more possessive of the toys that belong to the other person than the toys that “belong” to them?

We had a beautiful Christmas. Violet loved the dollhouse AJ made her, and Henry loves licking parts of it. I am in the process of stealthily bagging up all the old toys to give away because I have serious allergies to keeping too much stuff. Violet caught me last night with a bag full of dolls and stuffed animals heading into the garage to “take a nap”. Oops.

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Word of the day…

should be “Sleep”. After spending last night and the better part of today in and out of two different hospitals, I have several things to tell you.

  1. we can still pull an all-nighter. we still got it.
  2. Bell’s Palsy: usually manifested as paralysis on one side of the face. Usually harmless, usually resolves on it’s own in a few weeks. Still, before a diagnosis can be made, many other more life-threatening things(like a stroke) must be ruled out.
  3. Violet now has an endearingly, heart-wrenchingly lopsided smile.
  4. She got to ride in an ambulance…
  5. …because you never take a gamble with your peeps.
  6. Henry single-handedly wooed the ladies at Children’s Hospital. I seriously have my work cut out for me with that kid.
  7. I’m so thankful not to have a child with a chronic illness.
  8. If you ever have an option and it’s not a life-threatening emergency, drivingĀ  the extra distance to Seattle Children’s Hospital is well worth it. I can’t begin to say how much better they were with Violet than the staff at an unnamed Everett hospital. They weren’t bad, just much more inexperienced with children, which: equals bad.
  9. I am so thankful for the way everything turned out, and we appreciate prayers for the speedy resolution of this facial paralysis.
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Tradition!

Traditiooooooonnnnnnnn! Tradition! I can’t say that word without thinking of Fiddler on the Roof. Sorry. It’s one of those inevitable mental chain-reactions for me. I think “tradition”, which spurs me to mentally sing the word, and then before I know it I find myself spending the day warding off dramatic renditions of “If I were a rich man….yaba-daba-daba-daba-daba-daba….” See? I get carried away.

…all day long i’d deedle-deedle-dum…

…if I were a wealthy MAAAAAN!!!…

Great. Guess what I’ll be humming all day?

See, you aren’t my children. You have no idea how this works. Given my strong propensity to burst out into broadway-style song and dance with the broom for their entertainment; I’m certain that if they find me mildly annoying now, I will certainly be prompting eye-rolls from my teenagers. Violet will actually tell me to stop. “Stop Mom! Yuuuucky song!”

Anyway…

My whole purpose for blogging this morning was to ask what your holiday traditions are. AJ and I are trying to figure out how to celebrate this season now that Violet is old enough to understand a lot.

Therefore, I am going to make a poll with a bunch of traditions and I want you to vote on the ones you do. I ran out of ideas. Please answer “Other” as well.

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Good things come in two’s

3 Things:

  1. If Henry is the king, then AJ and Violet are his court jesters.
  2. Violet burnt her tongue during dinner tonight. She blew a kiss to her hand and then placed the “kiss” on her tongue.
  3. There’s a lunar eclipse tonight or tomorrow morning sometime. I wish I could get excited since apparently it hasn’t happened in like a zillion years but in the interest of honesty I have to admit I could care less. I didn’t use to be this way. Except it’s December. And probably cloudy out. And I get up between 3 and 5 every morning when I get up with AJ for his work. And it will be cold. And I have little kids. You! You stay up and watch it and take pictures and tell me how you liked it!
  4. One thing I find irresistible is little kids dressed up in plays. Promise me you’ll watch this. It’s A-Dorable.

Okay, so four.

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