(note that she’s not only made me a blonde, but she’s made me 24.)
Wordless Wednesday: Good girl, Ashlyn
Mother of the year
An m&m sandwich.
All while this little girlie drank from a baby doll bottle.
I’m totally mother of the year.
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Getting over my honondasdontiaphobia
It’s a real word. Promise. Google it if you don’t believe me.
When it comes to loose teeth, I typically respond just like Drew did tonight.
But, you know what? I’ve got 4 kids. I need to get over it. Corporately, they will lose 80 teeth–make that 81 if you count Evan’s extra tooth.
And, today in particular, I had a lot on my plate. And, I just didn’t want to hear any more complaining about not being able to eat because of that loose tooth. I was just a wee bit shorter about everything today.
She let me at her with a napkin. And, that was it.
Mind you, the thing was literally dangling and so begging for someone to put it out of its misery. There was only a few drops of blood.
But, you know what? I did it. I pulled the darn thing out. And, frankly, I think I may be deserving of something under my pillow from the tooth fairy tonight just because.
….81 teeth…
Sunday Snapshots: {9}
9. The last year as one single digit. That’s big.
This day, in 2002, here we were. Me after the hardest thing I had ever done–labor and delivery. And, Evan, a total miracle child, meeting the world for the first time.
We marveled at the gift God had given us.
And, we were pretty much clueless. Oh, how I cried when my mom left after helping me for a week. I had no idea what I was doing and why in the world anyone would trust me to take care of this little person. I felt so inadequate and just tried to figure things day by day.
9 years later. Some things have changed…and some things have not. Evan’s no longer a baby; and, I’m no longer a new mom whose daily life pretty much revolves around one baby’s nap schedules and feedings. Evan’s 9–he likes robots and spaceships and legos and books and going to museums. And, I’m a mom balancing working from home part-time, Bible studies, some exciting stuff in the adoption community, 2 kids in elementary school, one kid in preschool, and one toddler who goes with me everywhere. But, Evan still needs me…just as much as he did 9 years ago. And, I’m still the clueless mom who often finds myself feeling the same way I did a week after he was born when Mom waved goodbye and headed home, leaving me with my baby….my baby. As much as I’d like to be the expert with 4 kids who has it all together. I’m just not.
And, I am certainly reminded of that this month in particular as we have 3 birthdays to celebrate in our family (Lydia, Evan, and Drew). And, well, that makes this clueless Mama feel even a little more clueless. 3 birthdays in a row coupled with Lydia’s family day in there as well–that’s a lot going on to handle.
But, Evan didn’t seem to mind my pulling things together somewhat last minute. A lego party it was yesterday with just us and one set of cousins who were in town for the big kids’ sale we do twice a year–just what he wanted. We decorated–I mean, built–lego necklaces and headed to Chick Fil A (Evan’s fave) where we designed our own lego minifigures to put together in a book and ate a cookie cake made to look like a lego board…sort of. Evan picked out favors off Etsy to give each kid–lego minifigure crayon packs.
(Had to include this snapshot–this is her picture smile. Totally cracks me up.)
He woke on his birthday to all the door decorations we have done every year.
And, after church, Mark took the 3 big kids to the movies while I took Lydia home for her nap and enjoyed some peace and quiet while getting some work done. I love this picture and the text at the top. Mark suggested maybe moms need Mars rather than Mars needing moms.
9. Crazy. It’s kind of a big deal. What a handsome man he’s become.
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