David has been standing on his head for weeks. He thinks it is hilarious to look between his legs. A few days ago, he flipped over and started crying. He hadn't stood on his head again, until today. Durin speech this morning, he was showing off for Miss Jennifer and flipped over. She clapped. He thought it was cool. He has spent a lot of time flipping today. He is so proud of himself. The sun glasses made it "cool momma". He is such a ham.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
A summer evening
Last week we had some really nice days and cool(er) evenings. Nate, David, and I love to spend nice evenings outside. Last week, I was reading my book in my outside oasis, when I looked up to see this...
Nate was working in the yard, and David decided that he needed to help. The best part was David's diaper hanging out and Nate's...umm..undies hanging out. Two peas in a pod. (Nate said I couldn't post his rear on my blog.)
This is hard work mom.
David is a helper. He will help with anything, well, anything outside. Inside is another story. :) He has his own set of tooks and had been helping Nate with his yard work whenever he can. Now if I could just get the same help with the dishes...
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Water Fun
David loves the water. He would spend all day in the pool, no matter what the temperature, if we would let him. He takes after his cousin Justin like that. Both of them have had blue lips and still screamed when we made them get out.
Due to this love of water (and because I need to entertain him all summer) I bought a pool at the end of last summer (who can pass up a pool for $6?). We pulled it out for the first time a couple of weeks ago. It was a huge hit! It's big enough to jump around and play it, but still small enough to fit on the deck, as to not kill Daddy's grass. :) He loved jumping around, and of course we had to add the slide. I mean, what pool is complete with out a water slide?
Due to this love of water (and because I need to entertain him all summer) I bought a pool at the end of last summer (who can pass up a pool for $6?). We pulled it out for the first time a couple of weeks ago. It was a huge hit! It's big enough to jump around and play it, but still small enough to fit on the deck, as to not kill Daddy's grass. :) He loved jumping around, and of course we had to add the slide. I mean, what pool is complete with out a water slide?
Butt bombs are thew new cool thing to do. In case you don't know what these are, (I didn't unil my brothe-in-law taught my nephew) it is when you jump and come down on your butt. Makes a big splash in the water!
No pool is complete with out as many balls as you can find to put in. Not pictured are the 2 bouncy balls, the big blue ball, and the deflated basketball.
I think that we will have hours of fun playing in our pool. It gets "two fingers" up!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Choosing to SEE
I recently read Choosing to SEE by Mary Beth Chapman. The book was written in the years following the death of the Chapman's youngest daughter, Maria. Someone from church had talked about the book a few months ago, and I didn't think it was anything that I would want to read. I was wrong.
Many of you know that Nate and I had a miscarriage in November. We found out that we had lost the baby at 10w1d. The baby passed just a few days after we heard the heart beat. It was what is called a missed miscarriage. What many of you don't know is that we had a second miscarriage last week. We should have been 9 weeks, but baby only measured 6w3d with no heart beat. We had heard the heart beat just 2 weeks before. Again, baby passed just 2 days after we heard the heart beat. Another missed miscarriage. We were devastated - again. Want to know how they were both coded for insurance reasons, what I saw on my lab orders every week? Abortion, missed. What every woman who wants a baby needs to see, right?
In the past week, I have struggled to keep my faith up. I should be working this week, but I needed time to work through everything and took the week off. The past 7 months have been filled with heart break, joy, and heart break again. I needed to do something to help work through my feelings. I thought of this book, and checked it out from the library. I am so glad that I did.
The book is one of tragedy and hope. I love how Mary Beth is real - several chapters of the book are her blog posts in the months following the death of Maria. She questions why, she has days that are good, and days that are bad. She has joy and she has tears. She choose to SEE God's work in her life. She choose to SEE the love and blessings that she had in her life, and that she still has in her life. Maria helped her do that. On the day Maria died, she had been working on a picture. It was a picture of a flower with 6 petals and 2 leaves. Only 1 petal was colored in. It was blue. On the back of the picture was the word, SEE, a word they had never seen her write before. The Chapman's had 6 children. Maria's favorite color was blue. The drawing was found the following day. It was a sign from Maria.
My loss is nothing near what the Chapman family experienced on May 21, 2008, but it was still a loss. I have pictures of the babies I lost, I heard their heartbeats. I won't get to see their faces, hold their hands, or hear them cry. Grief is normal and it takes time. No one can tell me that they know what I am going through. They can empathize, they can say that they know it has to be hard, but we all grieve differently, and they can't know how I feel. (This was imbedded into our brain while I got my masters. Makes sense to me now.) Days will come and go, good and bad, joy and tears. It's okay. Life will go on. I will choose to SEE what God has placed in my life and to SEE what God has in store for my life.
Mary Beth found some comfort in blogging again, something that she did often before Maria's death. I have found that it is easier for me to write things than it is to say them. Miscarriage is still a taboo topic that people don't want to hear about. People don't want to talk about it. I found a site, Faces of Loss, Faces of Hope. The goal of the site is to put a face on miscarriage, stillbirth and infant loss. They take stories from women and post them for others to read. I have read stories from women in the past few days, and decided to send my story in. I didn't care about my grammar or punctuation - I just needed to get my thoughts down on paper. It helped. I have recieved emails from women around the world who don't know me, but who could relate with my story. It helps to talk about it, and to know that others have been through the same things as we have.
Back to the book, read it. Even if you have not had a loss, the book will resonate with you in some way. It is a journey through faith, and a great book. Have tissues ready, you will need them, but you will also laugh and smile.
Many of you know that Nate and I had a miscarriage in November. We found out that we had lost the baby at 10w1d. The baby passed just a few days after we heard the heart beat. It was what is called a missed miscarriage. What many of you don't know is that we had a second miscarriage last week. We should have been 9 weeks, but baby only measured 6w3d with no heart beat. We had heard the heart beat just 2 weeks before. Again, baby passed just 2 days after we heard the heart beat. Another missed miscarriage. We were devastated - again. Want to know how they were both coded for insurance reasons, what I saw on my lab orders every week? Abortion, missed. What every woman who wants a baby needs to see, right?
In the past week, I have struggled to keep my faith up. I should be working this week, but I needed time to work through everything and took the week off. The past 7 months have been filled with heart break, joy, and heart break again. I needed to do something to help work through my feelings. I thought of this book, and checked it out from the library. I am so glad that I did.
The book is one of tragedy and hope. I love how Mary Beth is real - several chapters of the book are her blog posts in the months following the death of Maria. She questions why, she has days that are good, and days that are bad. She has joy and she has tears. She choose to SEE God's work in her life. She choose to SEE the love and blessings that she had in her life, and that she still has in her life. Maria helped her do that. On the day Maria died, she had been working on a picture. It was a picture of a flower with 6 petals and 2 leaves. Only 1 petal was colored in. It was blue. On the back of the picture was the word, SEE, a word they had never seen her write before. The Chapman's had 6 children. Maria's favorite color was blue. The drawing was found the following day. It was a sign from Maria.
My loss is nothing near what the Chapman family experienced on May 21, 2008, but it was still a loss. I have pictures of the babies I lost, I heard their heartbeats. I won't get to see their faces, hold their hands, or hear them cry. Grief is normal and it takes time. No one can tell me that they know what I am going through. They can empathize, they can say that they know it has to be hard, but we all grieve differently, and they can't know how I feel. (This was imbedded into our brain while I got my masters. Makes sense to me now.) Days will come and go, good and bad, joy and tears. It's okay. Life will go on. I will choose to SEE what God has placed in my life and to SEE what God has in store for my life.
Mary Beth found some comfort in blogging again, something that she did often before Maria's death. I have found that it is easier for me to write things than it is to say them. Miscarriage is still a taboo topic that people don't want to hear about. People don't want to talk about it. I found a site, Faces of Loss, Faces of Hope. The goal of the site is to put a face on miscarriage, stillbirth and infant loss. They take stories from women and post them for others to read. I have read stories from women in the past few days, and decided to send my story in. I didn't care about my grammar or punctuation - I just needed to get my thoughts down on paper. It helped. I have recieved emails from women around the world who don't know me, but who could relate with my story. It helps to talk about it, and to know that others have been through the same things as we have.
Back to the book, read it. Even if you have not had a loss, the book will resonate with you in some way. It is a journey through faith, and a great book. Have tissues ready, you will need them, but you will also laugh and smile.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Faith and Blessings
A month ago, I posted a song by Laura Story. It's a song that is now on my iPod. I listen to it a lot. It's a reminder for me that my blessings may not come in packages that I understand, or even want. It has helped me to look at my life in a different way.
It's been a hard day in the Mott house. Despite that, I know I am blessed. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and is there for me no matter what. I have a two year old boy full of personality. I have an amazing family and friends who are there for me no matter what.
Blessings come in all packages, in all sizes, and at all times. Even the disappointments, hard days, and tears, can be blessings. When we get bad news or have a hard day, we tend to question God and what he is doing in our lives. I know that I have posted on this before. I think God is trying to help me grow in my faith, to not question what he is doing, and know that he knows what he is doing. I need to let go. I need to let God guide me. I need to remember my favorite movie, "The Land Before Time". Littlefoots mom gave him some goods words to live by. "Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely." God is in my heart, he will guide my life. I just need to listen more closely.
It's been a hard day in the Mott house. Despite that, I know I am blessed. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and is there for me no matter what. I have a two year old boy full of personality. I have an amazing family and friends who are there for me no matter what.
Blessings come in all packages, in all sizes, and at all times. Even the disappointments, hard days, and tears, can be blessings. When we get bad news or have a hard day, we tend to question God and what he is doing in our lives. I know that I have posted on this before. I think God is trying to help me grow in my faith, to not question what he is doing, and know that he knows what he is doing. I need to let go. I need to let God guide me. I need to remember my favorite movie, "The Land Before Time". Littlefoots mom gave him some goods words to live by. "Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely." God is in my heart, he will guide my life. I just need to listen more closely.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Swinging
David loves his swing. He thinks it is almost as cool as the pool and bubbles, and that is saying a lot. He would stay in that thing all day if we let him. Actually, no he wouldn't. He would climb in and make us help him out all day if we let him. Let me explain.
Recently, our neighboors children (2.5 and 3) showed David how to get into his swing all by himself. He watched and a few days later I looked over and he was all buckled in. I was shocked that he had done it by himself. He now refuses any help getting into the swing. He climbs in, gets turned around, finds the straps and buckles in. When he is done he screams "more, weee, weee". If I didn't have to undo the swing each time, I could watch him do that all day. He is so proud of himself everytime he does it. My parents have the same swing, but up higher. He was so mad that he needed help to climb in over there, but once in, he again refused all help. Mr. Independant.
I snapped this a couple of days after he started doing it on his own. He moves so quick, it's hard to get a good picture of him doing it on his own.
Recently, our neighboors children (2.5 and 3) showed David how to get into his swing all by himself. He watched and a few days later I looked over and he was all buckled in. I was shocked that he had done it by himself. He now refuses any help getting into the swing. He climbs in, gets turned around, finds the straps and buckles in. When he is done he screams "more, weee, weee". If I didn't have to undo the swing each time, I could watch him do that all day. He is so proud of himself everytime he does it. My parents have the same swing, but up higher. He was so mad that he needed help to climb in over there, but once in, he again refused all help. Mr. Independant.
I snapped this a couple of days after he started doing it on his own. He moves so quick, it's hard to get a good picture of him doing it on his own.
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