Friday, December 14, 2012

Cora's Funnies

So this girl...she cracks me up. On a daily basis.

This is her go-to "silly face", by the way.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words...and well, this one doesn't disappoint.

Cora with her usual silly antics...Lily looking on with a "seriously, kid!" expression.

Anyway...on to some funny things I've heard her say recently:

After taking a swig from her sippy cup, Cora bursts out laughing..."My tummy ate my milk, Mama!"
Cora: "Mama, I little"
Me: "Oh really...You're big and Mama's little?!?!"
Cora: (with a little eye roll) "No, Mama...You big...I little!" and then laughs hysterically.
We routinely have fighting at the table when it's time to pray. Everyone wants it to be their turn to pray. Good problem to have, really.  Cora's prayer yesterday (said in the cutest 2 year old voice ever):
"Dear Jesus,
Thank you for Grandma's house, thank you for Papa's house, and thank you for Nana's house.
She loves to talk about the new baby. And she is fascinated with the ever growing bump. She constantly comes over to touch my belly. But she has to be able to touch my skin. (I can only imagine how embarrasing this will be if it happens in the middle of the store) and excitedly says:
"New baby, baby!!"
She loves to be just like mama. She has an amazing ability to pick out something, no matter how little, to match with me on. It can be where she is bathed in head to toe in pink and I may have a tiny polka-dot of the color somewhere in the pattern of my clothes. She will notice and proudly say:
"Just like mama!"
LOve, LoVe, LovE this little girl. Even when she's in the depths of her two year old tantrums...

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Few (Pregnant) Details

Things are clicking right along...I'm officially 21 weeks pregnant and have made it to the half-way point. I know that may not seem like a huge deal for some, but for me...well, it's a milestone to celebrate.

As many of you know, I was incredibly sick with Ella. I had hyperemesis gravidarum with that pregnancy. It is the single, most difficult thing I have ever had to endure. I was very sick, lost weight, became dehydrated, admitted to the ER, and finally put on IV therapy. My Mom came down every week (with the exception of one, where my auntie filled in for her) for over 20 weeks to care for me while Jason was at work. I, literally, was unable to take care of my self with only the basic of needs.

Just a quick rabbit trail here, but I learned more from my Mom during those 20+ weeks than she will ever be able to understand. She wasn't feeling well at that time and was dealing with her own health issues. To see her serve, sacrafice, and take care of  me during her own hard time blessed my heart in ways I can't explain and I really saw Jesus shine through her. I was becoming a mother for the first time, and seeing her example of what a mother is, taught me about what it means to sacrafice for your children. It showed me how strong a love can be between mother and her child. It raised a bar in me, set the standards high, and I still work to reach it every day. I strive to be a mother like my own.

*sniff* (The memories are so vivid, even thinking about it all again, brings me right back to those moments in time. How hard they were and how much of a difference my Mom made in my life; physically, spiritually, and emotionally.)

That first pregnancy was something, that at times, I truthfully wasn't sure I was going to survive. Hyperemesis literally is likened to going through chemo treatments. In fact, I was on zofran, which is the drug given to chemo patients for the severe and dibilitating nausea that is experienced. It was as if, each day, I felt like I was dying just a little more...hoping that I would be able to hang on until the baby was born.

SO...a few  some  many people have been shocked off their rockers when they have found out that I am pregnant again.

There are a lot of things that went into making this decision, and let me tell you that this baby was indeed planned. We wanted this baby before this baby even came to be. I am desperately and madly in love with this baby. And I'm thrilled to be a mom to another eternal being.

There were lots (and lots and lots) of conversations with God that took place. Converstaions asking where He was leading, what He wanted for our family. In fact, these conversations started about 4-5 years ago...and that's how long it has taken me to come around. To come to a point of even considering going through a pregnancy again...

*To be contintued*

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Wordy Wednesday

Just a few conversations that have taken place in our home this past week. I love writing these down, because when I go back and re-read a few months down the road, they always crack me up.

So come along and have a laugh...
Lily thought I was being too pokey and slow at lunch time, she spoke up and said "Mom, if you don't hurry up and eat your food, it's gonna get hot!" Guess I have some more work to do with hot and cold and their differences.
My temperature is all over the map these days with being pregnant. I had a blanket wrapped around me while I was doing a few things in the kitchen. Ella came up, and being the snuggle-bug that she is, asked if she could snuggle inside the blanket with me. She was in heaven...snuggling is on her list of the top 5 things she loves to do. Once she had her fill, she looked at me and this conversation took place:
Ella: "My cheeks hurt."
Me: "Why??"
Ella: "From smiling so much."
Me: "Because you really liked all that snuggling?"
Ella: "Yeah."

Lily asked me the other day when the cat was going to turn into a little kitty. Hmmmmmm.
I was upstairs folding clothes (yes, I do fold clothes...for those of you who know me, you know how much I dislike, don't care for, loathe this chore) and I overheard Ben and Lily talking.
Lily: "Ben, I'm sooo mad at you right now!!
Ben: "For what?!?" (insert very confused tone)
Lily: "Cause I told you to get off the stairs and you didn't listen to me...that's why I'm sooooo mad right now!!"
As I was typing this post up, Lily came down the stairs and told me that Ella was calling her "bad". I asked her if she was behaving which she matter-of-factly answered "yes". I guess that pretty much explains it.
While at Aunt Jackie's wedding, Ben asked my Mom what the large tub of water was for. She explained to him that it was for when people get baptized. Ben exclaimed "Oh, bathtime..." as if it all made perfect sense now.
And something that I could never capture in the written word...
As I came down the stairs yesterday, Cora was sitting there singing Jesus Loves Me and Jingle Bells in her beautiful two-year old voice. It just doesn't get any more precious than that. Those are moments I wish I could bottle up and keep forever.

Me and My Buga-Boos

Between having some trouble with blogger and not feeling well these past few days, I haven't had a chance to finish my post with details for y'all. It's coming, promise.

But for's a quick pic of me and the kiddos...(all 5 of them)