The Little Lady

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.

I feel like her vocabulary is on the brink of a big explosion, just today she graced us with "apple" and "cookie" for the first time. Henry and I were so excited! And this evening she walked over to the dryer, yanked on the door, looked up at me and said, "awpen, awpen." (open, open.) She knows what she wants...it will be so nice when I do too.

this picture comes pretty close to capturing her sweet side

Lily is a woman of extremes. Fortunately and unfortunately, I know something about that :) When she's sweet, she could turn your heart into a marshmallow. But she is seven shades of sassy when she wants to be. I love the spunk and the sweet. I know they'll both yield good things down the road. She's recently started saying, "okay" every time I ask her not to do something. "Get down, Lily."
"Okay."
"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.

Tonight the kids were playing with these funny glasses while Nate was trying to round us all up for scripture study - we had a hard time settling down. Tell me you can look at those pictures and keep a straight face. You can't.

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.