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Thought I needed to update everyone on Micah's latest skills. He's accomplishing more and more every day, it seems. WHAT a cutie. He's been taking more steps on his own. This new found freedom is wonderfully exciting for him. When he wants to get somewhere, he'll walk along holding on to furniture or the wall or whatever is closest until there isn't anything left to hold on to, then he will let go, throw his hands up in the air, and try his darndest to get where he wants to go. Of course, this amounts to about 3-5 steps then he falls down and proceeds to crawl where he wants to go. But his balance is getting better and better every day, and he's still trying to walk when he can. He's also been repeating words that he hears a lot. His current favorites are "no-no" (isn't that great?), "uh-oh", and of course, "ma-ma" and "da-da". He is still being run over by his big brothers who are usually going too fast to stop for anything or anyone. But that doesn't keep Micah from trying to follow them and do what they do anyway. Sometimes he's just asking for it, it seems. :o) He just wants to be like those big brothers!
Luke, lately, has become extremely accident prone, it seems. He recently fell off a bench in our apartment complex courtyard and got a pretty bad cut on the top of his head. Thankfully Jeremy was there to break his fall slightly and his "owie" wasn't too bad. Before that he had been picking up big rocks while playing outside and dropped one on his pinky to form a very large blood blister. Then last week he fell off the top of a slide. Again, thankfully, Aunt Stacey was there to at least slow down his fall and keep him from hitting the ground too hard. He got a pretty nasty scrape on his forehead, but nothing serious. Finally, the day before yesterday we were at the park and he was swinging when all of a sudden he somehow fell out onto the ground. Daddy, Aunt Stacey, and I were all right there, but none of us were looking at him when he fell out, so we have no idea how it happened. One second he was swinging, the next second he was crying on the ground. It was so strange and we still can't figure out how he did it. He wasn't really hurt, just a little scared. So crazy. I'm so grateful for the way that God has been protecting Luke from serious injury in the midst of his crazy-psycho-3-year-old-boy-ness. This morning Luke showed me that almost all his owies have gone away and told me that God took them away. Thank YOU, Lord, for your protection!
This morning we were sitting around our living room having house church. In between songs that we were singing Joshua announced that there were 17 people here today. Thank you, Joshua, for your fabulous counting skills. :o) Later we were talking about how special fathers are and how our earthly fathers teach us about our heavenly Father, etc. One of the men asked the kids if they would pray and thank God for fathers. Joshua was on it. So he starts off with, "Thank you, God, for all our friends here today." He paused, making me think that he was about to thank God for his father. But instead he said, "16 people, to be exact." Apparently his subtraction skills are fabulous too. It was very cute, and I had a hard time not giggling. You just never know what your kids will say, especially Joshua. :o)
Well, Daddy is gone for another week to another meeting. So sad for us. BUT Aunt Stacey is here with us! She is Daddy's younger sister, and she is GREAT. She traveled across the world to help me out this week and celebrate many upcoming birthdays in the next few weeks. She's doing really well overcoming jetlag and staying healthy. She's also doing a great job helping me with the boys. I told Daddy on the phone yesterday that if she wasn't here he might not still have 3 sons when he returned. SO glad she's here! We have been blessed with such great family!
So, speaking of having 3 sons... Yesterday we went to the park to meet some other American mommies and kids to play together. It was a great time, really. We had a little picnic there and were just kind of getting packed up and ready to go then Luke... Well, first let me say that the sprinkler system was not quite working right at the park and there were huge puddles all over the place. We had been doing our best to keep the kids out of the water puddles because, you know, who knows what is in that water. So, anyway, we're getting ready to go and I look up to see Luke standing next to the puddle with his pants down (in front of God and everybody) peeing in this huge puddle. Oh My. I proceeded to hurdle the bench and snatch his pants back up and begin the (extremely useful) lecture on how we don't do that in public. In my poor little 3 year old's defense, we actually do let them go (discreetly) at the park because public restrooms are non-existent here. Somehow Luke missed out on the "discreet" part of the process. Not to mention that the other kids had been using that same water earlier to mix with the sand to make sand castles. Like I said, you never know what is in the water. Oh My.
People have told me that Joshua is surely going to grow up to be a lawyer or a negotiator or something. He is always trying to bargain with me. If I do this, will you do that? It's not sneaky or conniving or even seemingly calculated. He's just seeing what he can get away with. For example, the other day I asked him to clean up his room before he could read some new books I had pulled out. First he asked if could please read the books, THEN clean up his room afterward. I said, no, he had to clean up first. So then he asked if he could just read one book, then clean up. I said no, he had to clean up first. Then he proceeded to ask if he could clean up half of his room and read half of the books, then clean up the rest of his room and read the rest of the books. Amazing. How does he come up with this stuff? In the end, I told him no, he had to clean up first.
Telling stories to small children is always an interesting adventure - at least to my children. Because they somehow end up telling parts of their own stories in the middle of your story and adding their own personal commentaries along the way. This past Sunday, in our house church, Daddy was telling a story to the kids. It started out as the story of the Israelites in the desert who were being bitten by snakes because they were complaining and disobeying God. So God told Moses to make the bronze snake statue and lift it up so that the Israelites could look at in order to be saved. Then Daddy proceeded to make the spiritual bridge to how we need to look at Jesus, who was lifted up on the cross, in order to be saved. Daddy didn't get very far with this because as soon as the boys heard snake, they had their own stories going. Somehow our story meandered off to Jesus' temptation in the desert. So while we're trying to get back on the subject of Moses and Israelites, Joshua pipes up and says that if he had seen that snake he would (and I quote) "Chop it up with a sword, then throw it in the mud. Then I would laugh at it." With that conclusion we decided that storytime was over and it was time to pray.
I can't believe it's been so long since I posted anything. The last update I gave you I thought I was getting over my thrush infection. Boy was I wrong. Since then it got much, much worse for a couple of weeks. There was one week that I was in bed the whole week due to the pain I was experiencing as well as a bad reaction to some medicine I had taken. This is some darn stinkin' stubborn yeast in my body! Last week I actually started having days of only minimal pain, which is very good. I've been on a very strict diet for over a month now to keep it from flaring back up again. We're talking no sugar, very limited carbs. It really stinks, but I've been very motivated to avoid serious pain. Yeast loves sugar and any time I've "cheated" I have had to deal with the horrible shooting pains. Sweets are not worth that, let me tell you. I dropped 5 pounds the week I was really sick. Somehow, through it all God has given me the grace to keep nursing and the desire not to stop yet. Micah will be 11 months this coming Sunday. I know he'd be fine if I weaned him, but I just haven't felt like that was the right thing to do yet. Today I'm so glad I have hung in there. Tomorrow, we'll see how I feel. :o) At this point I'm in no hurry for my baby to grow up. We're taking it one day at a time. Today was a really good day. I'm praying for lots more good days. I would love it if I could keep nursing and actually kick this whole yeast thing at the same time (read: be able to eat whatever I want). But if not, well, we'll figure that out when we have to...
I have a crawler!! I don't know if you read my other post about my kids never crawling, but Micah is actually crawling on his hands and knees like a normal baby. Joshua and Luke never did that; they both did the army crawl till they walked. Speaking of walking, I don't think it will be long before Micah is doing that either. He's cruising around holding on to everything these days. He's also fond of walking with his walking toy. I can hardly keep up with him. Joshua and Luke just want to tackle him and play with him the way they play with each other. It's still too rough for me, but Micah is learning to handle it pretty well. They're going to freak when he actually starts walking. It's amazing that Micah can do anything with all the craziness around him all the time. I'm still so proud of him for actually crawling! :o)
Thought I needed to update everyone on Micah's latest skills. He's accomplishing more and more every day, it seems. WHAT a cutie. He's been taking more steps on his own. This new found freedom is wonderfully exciting for him. When he wants to get somewhere, he'll walk along holding on to furniture or the wall or whatever is closest until there isn't anything left to hold on to, then he will let go, throw his hands up in the air, and try his darndest to get where he wants to go. Of course, this amounts to about 3-5 steps then he falls down and proceeds to crawl where he wants to go. But his balance is getting better and better every day, and he's still trying to walk when he can. He's also been repeating words that he hears a lot. His current favorites are "no-no" (isn't that great?), "uh-oh", and of course, "ma-ma" and "da-da". He is still being run over by his big brothers who are usually going too fast to stop for anything or anyone. But that doesn't keep Micah from trying to follow them and do what they do anyway. Sometimes he's just asking for it, it seems. :o) He just wants to be like those big brothers!
Luke, lately, has become extremely accident prone, it seems. He recently fell off a bench in our apartment complex courtyard and got a pretty bad cut on the top of his head. Thankfully Jeremy was there to break his fall slightly and his "owie" wasn't too bad. Before that he had been picking up big rocks while playing outside and dropped one on his pinky to form a very large blood blister. Then last week he fell off the top of a slide. Again, thankfully, Aunt Stacey was there to at least slow down his fall and keep him from hitting the ground too hard. He got a pretty nasty scrape on his forehead, but nothing serious. Finally, the day before yesterday we were at the park and he was swinging when all of a sudden he somehow fell out onto the ground. Daddy, Aunt Stacey, and I were all right there, but none of us were looking at him when he fell out, so we have no idea how it happened. One second he was swinging, the next second he was crying on the ground. It was so strange and we still can't figure out how he did it. He wasn't really hurt, just a little scared. So crazy. I'm so grateful for the way that God has been protecting Luke from serious injury in the midst of his crazy-psycho-3-year-old-boy-ness. This morning Luke showed me that almost all his owies have gone away and told me that God took them away. Thank YOU, Lord, for your protection!
