Author: forthischildiprayed

Three

Not a whole lotta free time these days to just sit and write, and honestly, I’ve felt lately like I don’t have much of anything to say that would be interesting or thought provoking. I sit down to try to write a blog post, you know, one with more than just gobs of pictures of my kids, and my mind just goes blah, like I’ve already hit my word quota for the day. I’m pretty sure I talk more during any given day now than I ever did in high school or college. Actually, I’m confident about that. Mind you, much of the stuff I say requires absolutely zero imagination and only utters my lips in an effort to keep someone from tee-teeing on the couch or doing something that might land us in the hospital for the night.
Then there are some moments that pop up like an unexpected root in the ground, one that kind of trips you up, and I realize that the words that I’m about to speak actually mean something to my children, that they are waiting on me to say the right thing and that pivotal moment might be molding them into who they’re meant to be…
And five seconds later I’m asking Lael to please stop slicking Salem’s hair back with her spit.
I’m living in a constant state of doing laundry, feeding mouths, picking things up off the floor and more picking things up off the floor. Trey will come home from work and ask how my day was and what I did. I tell him I’ve been cleaning up all day. And picking things up off the floor. And there are still things on the floor. And then I pick something up off the floor. This is my life
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Now, before I go and sound all “Debbie Downer” I do have to say that God has so graciously given me a joy in doing these mundane tasks. Nah, a lot of it really isn’t that much fun and I’m not happy about constantly having to pick things up off the floor, but deep down in the dirty soil (and oh, it’s dirty) of my mothering job, there is a joy and a love for what I have been called to.
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People are always asking me how it is to have three children and what the transition was like from two to three. I ask this of other women, too but mine is now about going from three to four. 
I’m being completely honest when I say that it really isn’t all that different to have three. So, if you have two right now, go ahead, take the plunge, go for the third!!
Going from one to two kinda rocked me. Like, whoa, I don’t really get a break anymore, rocked me. Like, these people have kinda taken over my whole life, rocked me. Like, someone get me a drink(!), rocked me. Two kids is full. time. Somebody always needed something to eat, someone had always just pooped, chances were that at least one of them was whining or crying and the laundry started to be fo realz. Messes got made REAL fast and picking things up off the floor (there it is again) was no joke. So, to sum it up, my day completely revolved around caring for my offspring, and not that it wasn’t that way with just one, but with two things just get a little cray cray.
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Enter child numero tres. I was so sure that this one was just gonna be that completely chill, go with the flow, relaxed third child. Negative. She is a high maintenance kind of girl. Of the three of them I think she has cried the most, but the funny thing is I’ve probably dealt with it better than I ever have. Maybe it’s because in the back of my mind I know now that this season is so short, that I can only do what I can do and that she isn’t going to die from crying. I just haven’t been able to come to her rescue as easily as I was able the first and second time and sometimes she has to wait her turn even when she’s screaming her head off and thinks she’s about to starve to death. Speaking of, sometimes I wonder why in the world an infant’s cry has to be so insanely maddening. Y’all, Salem can straight up scuh-ream, and I’m convinced that God made babies this way in order to keep the human race in existence because any mother will just about move heaven and earth to get a boob or a bottle in that baby’s mouth to SHUT THEM UP.
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She does look pretty darn angelic and I must admit that I’m such a sucker. There are many moments in my day when I think, “Why, child?!! What is wrong NOW?!” I go pick up that little ball of sugar, (I know, I know, sappy, sappy) she looks me in the eyes, gives me that big ol’ gummy grin and I swear I feel like my heart skips a beat.
One might be inclined to think that the third baby gets no love. Quite the contrary. Salem gets loved on by her big sisters more than she probably likes sometimes and my bond with her has been just as sweet, just as tightly woven and just as special as it was with the other two. My nursing experience with her has been my best yet and I count it joy to be able to give of myself in this way for her benefit. There is nothing in the world like it.
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Three little girls. I never could have imagined it. Never. We all could go on and on about how much we love our babies and what amazing miracles they are and how they are just the most beautiful beings we’ve ever laid our eyes on, but in all seriousness my mind is blown as I think of each of them in their beds at this very moment that I’m writing this. Three separate little people that Trey and I have created who we are responsible for. I still feel like I’m 21 years old. I’m still using the same hair brush that I bought in college and I’m pretty sure there are some socks in my drawer that I’ve had since high school. Yet, in my house right now exist three amazing miracles and they are the most beautiful beings I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Life’s inertia is shocking and unbelievable and heartbreaking and beautiful all at the same time. These three children are making the pace of my life move quickly and it’s all I can do to stop and breathe in the sweet mess that it is.
Speaking of mess…
I need to go pick one up off the floor
By forthischildiprayed July 15, 2013 Off

These Are the Days

Oh, these days.  These ones that I’ve been pining for since January.  They are finally here again.

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The southern sunshine is like my therapy, 
and these wide open spaces make me breathe easier.
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And speaking of sunshine…

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this man is like a ray of it all on his own.

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It’s like he has gold growing out of his head. 😉

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When this girl wasn’t busy sleeping her life away, she joined us.
And then she pooped.
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So she got to go skinny dipping in the sea.
Nothing wrong with a little salt water on the ol’ bum.
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What’s a day on the beach without laying in the sand with your girlfriends?
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And hello, Aunt Hottie.
Wouldn’t be the same without you here.
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By forthischildiprayed February 11, 2013 Off

The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

With one glance, can you guess where this image came from?

Father of the Bride. Steve Martin, Diane Keaton, Kimberly Williams, George Newbern, and Martin Short. I can not tell you how many times in my life I have watched this movie. I can probably quote the entire thing. This was the movie I based my wedding dreams on. This was the movie that I believed a wedding was supposed to be like.
My poor, poor parents.
Megan and I both did our Daddy/daughter dance to “The Way You Look Tonight” by Frank Sinatra because of this movie.
When Trey and I became engaged he was clueless about all things wedding, and everything that comes with planning one. I demanded that he watch our beloved flick, and then…
he understood. He caught on real quick. I was proud.
Last Saturday my sister got the wedding of her dreams. And most importantly, she married the man of her dreams. By the way, she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.
There was a lot of love last weekend, people. Contagious, and almost exhausting. Wait. It was exhausting. Wonderfully exhausting.
Weddings are like a cold glass of ice tea (sweetened with Splenda, of course. Yes, I know it’s not good for you, but I like it.) on a hot summer’s day.
They are refreshing. They challenge me to take a step back and look at my own marriage, how I treat my husband, and the kind of wife that I am currently. Am I giving him the respect that I am called to give him? Am I patient with him? Am I thinking of serving him before I think about serving myself? Am I quick to forgive?
A lot of times the answer to these questions is “no”. Sigh. But, like I said, that’s what I like about weddings. Gives you time to really reflect on these things. You listen, pray, and with God’s (and only God’s) help you make changes. So thankful for His Grace. So very thankful.
Have you ever smelled a whiff of an old perfume you used to wear and it almost takes you back to the day you were wearing it and what you were doing? Oh, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Men’s cologne is the same way. There are guys I went to high school with who will forever be pegged as Coolwater, Polo, Calvin Klein, etc.
Weddings kind of have this effect. They take you back to the day when you were making those vows. They serve as a sweet reminder of the love that you share with your one and only.
Bryan and Megan are a testament to God’s faithfulness, and the power of prayer. Both sets of parents have been praying since day 1 for their child’s spouse, and on Saturday we witnessed first hand how God has blessed many people through the union of two of His children.
By forthischildiprayed July 16, 2010 Off

The Difference a Year Can Make

My dear friend, Molly and I had matching bumps last summer. Our due dates were two weeks apart. I went late and she went early (lucky) so our girls ended up being 3 days apart.
As soon as we could Trey, Lael and I headed right back to where we had just come from to visit Lillian. I was so afraid that someone was going to stop us in the halls of the hospital and ask for some kind of verification that Lael was in fact, our baby.
The hospital has a lot of rules regarding newborn babies. All of them are good and they are for you and your baby’s safety, but they definitely kept me on my toes.
I was so scared I was going to get in trouble with the doctors or nurses for something I was doing wrong. Like I was just babysitting someone else’s baby and I was going to get reprimanded for not feeding her on time, not wrapping her up correctly, or holding her awkwardly. Even with the natural and instant bond you have with your infant, there is still a lack of confidence that lingers, making you question yourself and sweat the small stuff.
When the nurses first handed Lael over to me perfectly and tightly swaddled, all I wanted to do was unwrap her and look over every inch of her little body. I don’t know why. I just wanted to. So, I did. I took her hat off, too.
She started crying, and I thought, “Oh no, I’m going to get in trouble. I better wrap her back up!”
Then I thought, “Wait, this is my baby and I can do anything I want!”
It’s quite a phenomenon when you realize that. It takes a while for it to sink in.
By forthischildiprayed July 8, 2010 Off

A Chicken Little Recipe

Chicken Little.

If you hang around our house long enough you will hear us call someone or some animal “Chicken Little”.

I call Benson “Chicken Little” and he knows that that’s what K-K calls him. He’ll tell you. It’s so funny to me that he calls Lael that now.
Jess had a picture out of Lael when she was tee tiny, and little 2 and a half year old Benson said,
“Hey, Mama. Is that baby Megan Lael?”
She said, “Yes, Benson, it is!”
He said, “Awwww. The lil’ chicken.”
I kid you not.
“Chicken Little”, “Little Chicken”, or just plain ‘ole “Chicken” will do. Don’t ask me to explain why we say it. When Lael was in utero we called her the “Kickin’ Chicken”, and lately “Sweet and Sour Chicken” would describe her pretty well. Her mood can shift like the wind.
Of course, when I had gone past my due date it was too perfect not to exclaim,
“This little chicken is fully cooked! She needs to come out of the oven!”
Yes, it’s a knee slapper, I know.
Corny, corny. I can’t help it though. I come from a family full of corny people, but hey, we laugh a lot!
Speaking of, does anyone remember the Chicken Little sandwich that KFC used to sell? Please tell me I’m not the only 80’s child out there who indulged in these little morsels of heaven. My mom used to occasionally drive through and buy one for me as a snack. Real healthy. Oh, but I loved them. It was a small chicken patty with mayonnaise on a small roll just perfect for little ‘ole me. They sold for 39 cents a pop.
Anywho, in honor of my beloved “Chicken Little” phrase, I wanted to share with you a baby food recipe that has become one of Lael’s faves.
It consists of:
1 cooked chicken breast
1 cooked sweet potato
and as much unsweetened applesauce as you please!
I would suggest cooking your sweet potato with a tablespoon of unsalted butter to add a little fat.
Cut the chicken breast and sweet potato into chunks, and then puree them and the applesauce together. Make sure to puree until you can only see tiny shreds of the chicken (chicken littles, if you will. heehee). You don’t want any big pieces of chicken quite yet if this is your baby’s first time eating meat. This is a great recipe for anyone who has already introduced their baby to the basic fruits and veggies. It gives your baby a variety of nutrients in one serving! Try it for yourself! You will find that it is delish!
By forthischildiprayed July 2, 2010 Off

I’m Just Gonna Be Honest

I DON’T COUPON.
I can almost hear the gasps coming through the world wide web!
And I can see you giving me the stink-eye through the computer screen.
Coupons stress me out. Period.
And I generally try to avoid things that stress me out.
It’s the latest craze, and if you coupon, I really do stand in awe of you. It takes a lot of hard work, research, dedication, and gumption to keep track of which stores are having sales, cut coupons, organize those coupons, remember to actually take those coupons with you to the store (my personal pit fall), and then remember to get them out of your purse (another pit fall).
But you probably have a notebook, box or special folder that you keep them in. 🙂 Am I right?
I saw a couple in Publix not too long ago shopping together. Grocery shopping is not something that Trey and I do together. And I’m okay with that. I’m in charge of food and always have been. I’m pretty sure the last time he went with me he strolled through the isles in a BlackBerrry daze. Emailing, texting, BlackBerry messaging, and possibly a little Pac-man. Bless his heart.
Back to the couponing couple. They were walking through each isle and stopping in almost every section of those isles to look through their clear, pocketed paged, uber-organized coupon notebook to see if they had a coupon for the particular item they were looking at.
Wow. Now that is some dedication to saving money.
Me, I would rather just pay the extra 50 cents.
I’m all about getting in and out of that store. You never know how long the baby girl is gonna last.
Plus, a lot of the coupons that I see are for stuff that I just don’t want! I have specific stuff that I want and I don’t veer away from it. I want Skippy Natural, so I don’t want the coupon for reduced fat JIF. And I don’t want to buy two whole jugs of laundry detergent so that I can get the third one 50% off.
I’m aware that many of you reading this love you some coupons. Heck, I love some coupons, too. Who doesn’t like free money? But I don’t like the work. Anyone wanna cut some out for me and send ’em my way? 🙂 Oh, and for stuff I want? K, thanks.
Now, if you’re thinking, “You don’t even use the 20% off Bed, Bath and Beyond coupons??!”
The answer to that is a resounding yes. I love those coupons. They are big and you can’t lose them. I keep them in my purse and always have one on hand when I visit that store.
And yes, I use the great 20% off ones that Babies R Us sends out in the mail. Any kind of coupon that is a percentage off the entire purchase–I can handle that.
No, I don’t “coupon”, but… (this is the part where I get to the point)
sometimes I find out about a really great deal on something and I jump on it like white on rice. A friend of mine told me about Target diapers, and I want to let you in on the little secret if you don’t already know.
They are great!!
Here’s the breakdown:
You can buy 96 Pampers Baby Dry diapers for $19.99
You can buy 84 Pampers Swaddlers for $19.99
You can buy 100 Huggies diapers for $19.79
or…
You can buy 96 Target brand diapers (Up & Up) for 13.69!!
They are super soft and super absorbent! This is a significant savings that I can get excited about. And my friends, I’m excited.
By forthischildiprayed June 26, 2010 Off