Category: baby

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

a well loved dress: part II

Remember that “well loved dress” made by my mom when I was little?
A few weeks ago Lael wore the larger matching one that was mine and Ruthie wore Megan’s to church. Could never put a price on seeing my girls in them.
Megan and Kelli
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Megan Lael and Ruthie
Megan Lael and Ruthie
Be still, my heart.
By forthischildiprayed October 11, 2011 Off

until next year

The sand in this summer’s hour glass has run out.
Before it did though, we basked in it one last time…
until next year.
In one summer season I have seen my little girl’s love for the coast come alive,
and she has grown more in a 3 month span than I thought was possible.
Her independence grows daily.
As does my urge to hold tighter.
Alas, I love to see it.
until next year
… to see the thrill in her eyes at the same thing over and over again.until next year
To watch her all encompassing joy over the splish splash of the sea.until next year
To watch her wonder over the small stuff.until next year
And to hear her breathe in the balmy air and exhale in laughter.until next year
The calm of this wave kissed shore welcomes her,

until next year

and she never tires of the simplicity of it.until next year
Oh Lord, that you would make me more like my daughteruntil next year
That I wouldn’t take your creation for granted.until next year
How God must smile at her love of it all!until next year
How He must desire for us all to run fearlessly down a beach and praise Him for His works!until next year until next year
Until next year, we’ll store up some of our kisses.

until next year until next year

When the sharpness of the winter cuts us, and we long for the sun’s love…until next year
… we’ll close our eyes and remember…

until next year

until next year.
By forthischildiprayed September 26, 2011 Off

a well loved dress

Last Sunday Ruthie wore one of the dresses that my mom made for my sister when she was a baby. She made a larger size for me which will fit Lael perfectly once I fix the hem. I can’t wait to put them in these dresses together! Here is a picture of Lael wearing it. Seems like just yesterday…

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I’m starting to think that Ruthie favors my baby pictures more than Lael did.
Whatcha think?

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And here’s Ruthie wearing the “sweetheart” bloomers that my Aunt Nancy made for Lael.
Her bottom looks just as sweet in them. 🙂

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By forthischildiprayed September 9, 2011 Off

i want to remember

I want to remember that sparkle in her eye.
That thinking look that she gives me when we’re face to face.
How she watches my every move as I go about the room.
i want to remember
I want to remember the fluff of her hair.
The soft wave that she gets from her daddy.
The wispy hairs that cover the top of her forehead

i want to remember

I want to remember those lips.
The lips that I kiss nearly a hundred times a day.
How her baby breath truly does smell like the flower.

i want to remember

I want to remember this smile.
How she can do it with her eyes.
The way her upper lip protrudes, and the cooing sound she makes.
The intense joy that wells up inside of me everytime I see it.

i want to remember

I want to remember her cheeks.
Cheeks that feel like rose petals rubbed against my lips.
The dimple that forms with her smile.
i want to remember
I want to remember these feet.
Something less desirable on myself, but oh so beautiful on my babe.
Those crinkled toes and barely there nail beds.

i want to remember

I want to remember the miracle.
The miracle of life that I see when I gaze into her eyes.
When her head’s on my shoulder and I whisper in her ear.
The miracle I feel when I cradle her in the crook of my arm.
And the miracle that screams the goodness of God.
By forthischildiprayed September 6, 2011 Off

Randomosity

1. First things first.
I am so incredibly happy to introduce you to the newest member of the Dooley family! Little Porter Reece came home last week to our dear friends and proud parents, Rod and Jewitte through the gift of adoption. He is such an incredible blessing, and it’s so neat that, unbeknownst to any of us, Porter was growing in the womb at the same time Ruthie was. They are 2 months and 1 day apart in age!
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I think “sweet cheeks” is a perfect nickname for this little boo boo.Randomosity
2. My birthday boy!
We celebrated Trey’s 28th birthday on August 20th! This man blesses me daily. I still can’t figure out why God let me marry him. I’m certainly undeserving.
Boy, does he love those girls. His gentle nature and tender heart makes him such an amazing girl dad. The Lord has given our daughters such a gift in giving them Trey as their father.
Love my babies’ daddy. 🙂

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The picture below is one frame prior to Ruthie getting clocked in the head by the table. Still workin’ on the neck control. 🙂
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Reminds me of a famous Kelli quote. I was holding my baby sister when she was first born. My mom told me to hold her head up, so it wouldn’t fall.
I said, “Momma! It’s not gonna fall- it’s hooked on!” 🙂
Okay, take two of blowing out candles. Good ‘ol passy makes everything better.
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3. Bath buddies.

A couple of weeks ago Jess and the boys came for the week, and it was so great. I can’t believe this is the only picture I got the whole time they were here. You can imagine it was a tad hectic.

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4. ” You better stop making that face or else it’s gonna stick like that!”Randomosity
5. Two peas in a pod.
After I took this picture of Ruthie I realized that I had one of Lael that looked very similar, and they’re about the same age. They definitely have their own looks, but sometimes when I look at Ruthie it’s like deja vu- almost like looking at Lael as a baby all over again.

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6. Drowning out our sorrows.
Trey and I have endured some car rides where both girls have had melt downs in unison for a significant amount of time. And when I say significant, I mean 5 minutes. Doesn’t sound like that long? Oh, it is. Trey and I decided that if you just turn up the radio really loud you can drown it out. 🙂

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Then I look back there and she’s doing this…Randomosity
… and I forget about my previous urges to pull my hair out.
7. You could hang a picture on that thing.
So, check out Lael’s little newborn foot. You see the pinky toe? Probably the longest pinky toe I’ve ever seen on a baby. That sucker is like a hook!

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Ruthie girl takes after her big sis.Randomosity
8. Terrifying tots.
Have you ever watched Toddlers and Tiaras?? If not, please do so at your earliest convenience. You will have to close your own gaping mouth. I’ve never seen anything like it. Even Trey indulges me and watches it just for pure entertainment. There’s a “full glitz”, “ultimate grand supreme” pageant world out there that I have no clue about. I’m glad.
9. Go big small or go home.
In honor of the next to last day of National Breastfeeding Month I thought I would make a strong recommendation for a lil’ thing that has changed my milkin’ momma life. If you’re in the market for a pump, this is the one to get. You can be wireless and hands free all at the same time, AND it times how long you’ve been pumping so you don’t have to keep watching the clock!
I don’t want to vacuum my house while pumping milk, but if I really wanted to I could!
10. One of my greatest challenges thus far.
While we’re on the subject of breast feeding, I am now on a dairy and soy free diet.
Let me be frank. It is not fun. We can’t really go out to eat, and I have to be super paranoid about everything little thing that enters my mouth. When we have gone out to eat I have to be that annoying customer who bugs the manager about the specific ingredients that are in a certain dish. It’s humbling.
If you didn’t know, milk, and soy especially, are in ev.ery.thin.g.
Why am I on this diet? Well, our doctor suspects that Ruthie’s little system is dairy and soy protein intolerant. Microscopic blood was found in her stool and an intolerance to one or both of these things is usually the culprit.
Breast feeding is such a blessing. I would say that nursing times with my babies have been some of the sweetest moments of my life. Not only is breast feeding best, it’s the ultimate bonding experience. I’m not really willing to give that up just because of this road block. If I CAN do it, I WILL do it. I won’t go down without a fight.
And because my bff and I can’t do much of anything without doing it together, she is also on the diet. Yep, Thomas is dairy/soy protein intolerant, also. Jess did this diet with Benson as well, and if it wasn’t for her and her research, ideas, and recipes I don’t know what I would have done. She’s a seasoned pro at keeping dairy and soy out of her diet. If you are breast feeding a MSPI (milk/soy protein intolerant) baby, go visit her blog in the works for great eating options!
www.dairyfreeforbaby.blogspot.com
11. Momma’s new do.
Not long after I had Lael I started noticing that there were some crinkles starting to form in my hair in the back. I figured it would go away or stop growing like that eventually, but it didn’t. It started getting wavy in other places, too, and so I began to use a flat iron to smooth it out. Something I have never had to do. Ever. Once I became pregnant with Ruthie I hoped that maybe it would start to grow straight again. Well, it didn’t, so naturally the waviness kept growing out. So, today we have this:

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I got a much needed hair cut last week and my stylist taught me how to embrace the wave when I want to. I still have a lot to learn, and any and all tips from you wavy/curly headed girls out there is much appreciated! I bought a hairdryer with a diffuser, mousse, curl creme and hairspray. I don’t like for my waves to be hard and crunchy and I feel like the mouse has a tendency to make it that way, so if you have a recommendation for a product that can give texture without stiffness, please do tell!!
The wave started in the back after Lael’s birth, and then after Ruthie was born I started seeing some wavy hairs growing in the front. Notice how the sides close to my face aren’t quite as wavy?…
Well, Trey and I decided that I need to give birth to at least two more children so that the hair on both sides of my head will match the rest. 🙂
By forthischildiprayed August 30, 2011 Off