Thoughts.
They zip and zing through my mind as easily as the air molecules that are continually flying and floating around me. Trying to capture one and analyze it is not a task for the unskilled and may even cause harm to the thought if tampered with.
Thoughts.
There have been many. To try to detail and record them after letting so much time pass is quite a daunting task. The shift in life that happens when going and doing is exchanged for thinking and feeling or reflection and healing is now a welcome time. The importance is no longer on what was done but the residual feeling that is caused to take place.
I am waxing melodramatic and that is not the intention. So much of the recent months activities are so NOT about the thing or the event but the lasting effect of what those happenings brought to my heart, my mind, my spirit. This day was one such time.
I am going to be a grandma.
(I cannot believe I just typed that! J)
My life is entering a new phase, with one foot still in the old one. Daughter, woman, wife, mother… grandmother. I find myself in deep contemplation over what I taught this child, soon to have a child, and was it enough? But then those thoughts disappear as I am quickly, rapidly enjoying the excitement that comes with planning for a new arrival and how to help the little lady, who by the way, is extremely ill. She has been for quite some time now and I just held my tongue until she finally told me.
My response was probably not the best – I was slightly, how shall we say, IN SHOCK. J But it is all good. It was the young, vivacious woman (quit laughing) in me that was simply fighting the thought in my minds eye, of a little gray haired woman rocking a child in a big wooden rocker. OK – Not Me! So there-in you can see why shock was my first reaction to the sweet words spoken by my oldest child. Now, however, it is a different tune I am singing, - and Singing, I am. Refreshing my mind with the stories I told when my three were tiny. Of the nursery rhymes and sing songs that made them giggle and kept them enthralled. This is going to be fun! Now to get Cambri past the Yuck so she can enjoy the Fun!
It Has Been Crazy!
Work, life, church, personal time. It has been non-stop. One challenge, dilema, illness, discovery after another. One good thing has come out of all of it though. I have rededicated myself to being a writer. Namely: writing in my journal. Now the pages of my journal entries are beginning to multiply again. A little self-discovery: I am a private person.
I really prefer to keep most of my going-ons for my record only, for reflection and reference. So therefore my blog has become more for entertainment. And informational trafficing for my children and family.
It's all good. I enjoy both - just definitely one more than the other.
More, more, more... You can never get enough of these two!
So Bella is trying to be a super model at a very young age and is going about in all the wrong ways. She just wasn't wanting to eat. Little stubborn pouty face. Tight lips, with abolutely no desire to let that bottle in. Enter a very wise and creative NICU nurse who wants to see these little ones be healthy and go home happy. Didn't take too long and this little prima dona was sucking away.
She is not too much of a Diva because she hates to have her clothes changed - Elise will be devastated to learn of this as I am sure she will be their daily "Stylin Sister" once they return home.
Mom still has an agonizing headache but is quite a trooper and on the road to recovery. She is going to have her hands full so we are wishing her a healthy, effective healing so that she will be able to keep up with a very busy house full of children.
They are adorable. We just can't get enough of them. We are glad they are so close by. The hospital is only five minutes from my office and we only live twenty minutes away. When they go home they will be an hour away so we are all trying to get our fix while they are right under our noses. There are allot more pictures. Please have a look around.
So this is it, my first ever video capture.
Celebrating, of course, the Babies!
Yes, They are finally here in all their beautiful, pink splendor!
Miss Bella weighing in at 5 lbs, 18 inches long and Mister R Jay 6 lbs, 20 inches.
Bella continued to let us know that she wanted to be put back. Erstwhile, R Jay didn't have a care in the world. Not even when they stuck his foot and squeezed it for blood. He barely made a squeak.
Bella finally quieted when she was rolled onto her tummy.
She immediately went into a bum in the air fetal position and snuggled into the blanket while Abuelo y Papa took turns patting her bum. I think she must have been so used to being squished and confined by her big brother (though not older) that she was in shock from all of the freedom.
During all of the vocal outcries, Big Sis Elise was quick to point out to me that "they don't know how to sing yet". (Does she realize who she is talking to?) :)
Though these are all newborn pictures I will post additionals after my visit back at the hospital this afternoon. Although they are SO incredibly tiny it is amazing to think of the journey that they, and their Mama, have been through.
There are no pics of Mom yet but she was doing well and was content when we left last night. She was busily counting Bella's fingers and toes when we left.
Two babes have come into the world. Healthy, strong, beautiful. All is right in the world.
You can see additional photos in my file box.
I have a BUNCH of crayola markers that I do not want to see go to waste. (I mean a BUNCH!) Would anyone like them? We purchased them at the beginning of my work events and found that poster markers work better for our needs. Please get back to me asap, as I am going to take them to a school if no one has a need for them. Thanks!!
It just doesn’t seem possible that this is the same child. He used to tie little men with string to the banister railing and screech at high decibels as he propelled them as “super men” into the air. He used to run head long, like a Pamplona Bull at anything in his way. Now,- he is going to save the souls of men? Go figure. J
It has been quite a year of learning. Believe me it is a very evident transformation. It didn’t happen over night but there was an alteration in his attitude, a change in his demeanor, a refining to his spirit that took place over the course of about four months. (even though it has truly taken a life time.)
We like this newly discovered variation on the prospective elder theme. He is motivated, thoughtful, and is prone to deep meditation. He thinks before he decides to put in his two cents worth and his choices reflect a little more depth than has been historically evident. He cares who he spends time with and chooses not to waste it (very often) on trivial things.
We, he – okay I, - have moved past the fear stage now and are steam rolling towards throwing open the gates of possibility. There is such a big world out there and so much to learn that indeed, I his mother, cannot teach him. Oh dear, there it is again, that rustle, that fidgeting and anxiousness. I hear it, - the sound of hesitation yet excitement for what lies ahead. Another chick is ready- he is about to spread his wings.
Each year I try to be the first one to begin the love fest. You know, sweet notes, little memos in the lunch pail kind of thing. This year Brynna beat me to it. WAY before Valentine’s. I came into this…
At O-dark-thirty on Monday morning, in her bathroom.
#1 how sweet that she would go to all this effort, in the middle of the night mind you, because we didn’t go to bed until close to 11 and we get up just after 4 in the morning.
#2 what a lovey-dovey little girl. She wrote notes to Jay, myself AND her big brother – that took effort! J
#3 she knew that I would see it and that jay comes in to say goodbye while I’m getting ready.
Love, At, Home. It’s nice to see it in action.
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