the aftermath of the twisty-bun hair-do
As promised, here's the Lily update: At 18 months she already has a mama-heart. She is never far from her babies. She puts them in her stroller, and little do those babies know, they're in for the ride of their lives as their "mama" ZOoOoOoMS them around the house like a dervish! So funny! This is pretty much representative of how Lily handles most of life - with a lot of energy. And speed.
knows what she wants...it will be so nice when I do too.
"No, No, Lily."
"Okay," she says, obviously crestfallen that her plans have been thwarted.
I'm just smitten watching her go about her busy business every day.
Monday night we had the funniest family home evening. (I thought it was funny). Nate looks at me during dinner, "Have you thought about an FHE lesson?"
"Errr, no." I take a look around at the day's rubble. "Let's have a lesson on work and clean the house for our activity," I suggest.
"Great!" Nate grabs our old testament reader, we talk about the Creation - about life in the Garden for Adam & Eve and their contrasting life outside the garden where they had to "eat their bread by the sweat of their brow." We talk about work and translate "eat your bread by the sweat of your brow" into four year old speak.
Luckiest coincidence of the year? I had bread in the oven! Totally unplanned. Totally perfect.
"Let's get this place whipped into shape and then we'll eat our bread - warm with butter and honey!" Nate and I had a good laugh, we all slapped high fives and we white tornadoed.
I look at him - a boy of my very own.
And her - a baby girl of my very own.
And my heart squeezes. And thumps. And overflows.
They are the good in everything.