Wednesday, December 8, 2010
He is beyond words.
He has grown so fast, even faster than I realized.
Where has this little angelic infant gone in such a short time?!
He is a rumbling, tumbling ball of energy...all smiles and laughter.
What love I feel...almost exploding!
Monday, August 16, 2010
I sure have! Especially lately with my typical back to school blues. (In fact, I am pretty sure Elijah learned that pouty face from me...or maybe his mama- haha.) Anyway, we are back in school full swing. Today was the beginning of our third week of school, and for me things are still not settled. This is the time of the year that I dislike most...new kids, new schedules (one can hope), new teachers, new administration (this year again)...the newness feels disconcerting to me, and I struggle to get organized, to regain the momentum of last year, and to form a bond with a whole new group of middle school children, who normally rebell against that whole bonding thing. I am SERIOUSLY back at work here, folks!
I will say that this sweet face, waiting for me when I arrive home...it takes away ALL of the frustration, the anxiety, the worries, the stress...it just DISAPPEARS completely when I see things like this:
Baby updates: He says mama. He sits up by himself. He is 7 months old this week. He has three teeth on the bottom in the front and two more coming in on the top. He smiles at anyone and everything. He is THE happiest boy I know. I am THE proudest grammy on earth.
Here's hoping something sweet will make you smile this week!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Loving the little bit of summer that I do get to have with this precious little man.
Oh the adventures...and the easy days filled with such joy...smiles, laughter, and a love that makes me think my heart might actually burst...he's the sweetest boy around!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Happy 21st Angelina Ballerina!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
His grammy had to go back to work.
Believe me when I tell you that this was THE hardest thing I have ever had to do concerning my job...exchange this boy for stinky middle schoolers. Whew. What a day. After being out for two weeks, my room looked like a tornado went through it. I am not sure I will ever find all of my books to return to my personal book shelves. I really could not believe my eyes when I walked in this morning. It will take me the rest of the week to regain control over it all.
Thinking of this baby boy made me want to just take my purse and run.
I didn't, but I wanted to!
No matter what, he was so worth it all!
Monday, January 25, 2010
January 18, 2010 8:15 am
Eli is born.
The real room!
After her 24 hour medicine drip and monitoring, they finally moved the daughter to a regular birthing room- very nice "suite" with lots of hard wood floors, pretty decor, and not so comfy furniture. So much happened in Room 340...bonding, feeding, snuggling, hugging, kissing, and gushing over all of the perfect baby parts that Eli has, taking photos, continuing recovery for the daughter, and visiting with the 3 visitors that were allowed to visit (the hospital has very strict visitation rules since November 2009 for pregnant patients, new moms and newborn babies...only 2 support people and the grandparents are allowed- that's it! Apparently, great-grandparents don't need to be on that list, much to my father's dismay!) We were in Room 340 for the rest of the hospital visit- from Tuesday through Thursday,and then it was FINALLY time to go home! (By the way, I didn't have time to realize that I looked like hell...LOL...almost no sleep, THE most uncomfortable couch / bed, and a sort of primitive shower set up...too happy to care really!)
Dorothy wasn't kidding when she said, "There's no place like home." January 21, 2010. It was a cloudy, dreary day, but we were so ready to leave that place. The husband was awfully cute as he scurried about getting things ready to help take the grandson and the daughter home...putting in the infant carseat, packing the enormous volume of items that had gathered in her two weeks in the hospital prior to the c-section, and just being so happy not to be home alone...We were so ready to leave. I must interject here that the daughter could not have had better care; she had some awesome nurses that were extremely helpful and informative. I asked specifically for six comment cards to write personal thanks to each one of them!
Home...home was on the horizon!
(So very tired. Doctor's appointment tomorrow early...so to be continued...)
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
I am completely wired.
I should be sleeping...
Neither one of us got much sleep last night when I spent the night with her there.
I am going to work in a few short hours.
As I drove home on the empty streets between the hospital and our home, I felt this overwhelming sense of peace, a familiar feeling kind of. If you know me at all, you would know that typically, I am someone who worries about everything. (I get that honest, from my mother.)
But over the last several years, God has NOT abandoned me even though He should have.
My husband has been through major heart surgery for a rare heart condition, surgery to remove a benign brain tumor, and another surgery less than a year later to remove another benign brain tumor in almost exactly the same spot. Through it all, I felt the prayers of our friends and family surround me like the very arms of my God Himself...(I had only one tiny breakdown thankfully with Sallee, my very best friend in the whole wide world, who knew just what to do) but through it all, I felt an almost eerie sense of peace...I've heard it spoken of- that peace that passes all understanding. I felt it. I did not worry. I rested in the fact that I KNEW God was taking care of us, of my husband, and He would not let anything happen to him. It perplexed me like nothing else...to see, no to feel, prayers working so strongly...it was such an overhwelming experience.
However, I am not a faithful daughter. I rarely go to church. If I am honest, I never read the Bible. I have long abandoned listening to Christian music for the most part. I pray, but sporadically at best. I claim to be His child...but I know I would never be so distant with my earthly father. Why is He so faithful to me? I do have a heart that longs for Him. I am His daughter, but I allow the things of this world to busy my head and my heart.
Still, like tonight, on the silent, empty streets on my way home to an empty house...He is with me. He is with my child...protecting her and her unborn baby, Eli.
Precious, Holy Father,
Know the cries of my heart...how I long to be close to you.
Know that I believe with all of my heart in You and thank You for Your mercy, grace, forgiveness, and love.
Thank you for the debt You paid for MY sins...so that I could be clean and free.
I know I do not deserve it, but still You are faithful.
PLEASE be with Aubrey and Eli. Protect them and keep them safe.
Thank you for sending me family and friends that know You, that pray for us...
Thank you for this peace.
Eli is not supposed to come until the C-section on Jan. 29, but that may change...we will see what the doctors say tomorrow. They are monitoring her and running several tests. Several nurses have said that she might not be able to leave until after he is born. Oh goodness! (and she has a baby shower on Sunday.)
I took the day off to be with her today.
As I sat there today at one point, I thought how lucky Eli will be to know his grammy (me) and his great-nana (my mom)- there will be 4 generations soon!
I have a few vivid memories of my great-grandmother. We called her Granny Bell (her name was Annabelle), and she was SO tall; she wore a size 13 shoe, and was terribly afraid of her mailman. She had a red-headed baby boy doll with red felt overalls that she let me play with...I loved playing with the brass mail slot in her front door, and she would tell me to come away from there because the mailman would come soon. I am not sure what she had against the mailman, but I have such clear memories of her and her house even though I had to be younger than 5 years old. She died sometime after that, I think.
I hope Eli will know and love his great-grandparents...I know he will.
I guess I just realized today how special it is that he will be coming into an extended family that completely loves him already, and is anxiously awaiting his arrival!
Hope your week is a good one!