Email to Bill Monday, May 25 2009

A little background to the email.  We have a sock filled with rice that you can heat in the microwave.  Instant heating pad!  We also don’t use our bathroom while our wee babies are sleeping in the room with us.  We use the guest bathroom instead so we don’t make much noise.  The only time our bathroom is used or even walked into is during the middle of the night feedings when I have to do my thing.  I don’t even turn the light on.  Our children, however, love to explore the whole house–anytime.  Here’s the email:

Subject: Good Grief!

Email:  Do I want to know why the rice sock is in our toilet or how many times I peed on it in the middle of the night?

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A Little of Liam This Week Friday, May 22 2009

Here are some Liam moments from this week:

Last night Bill initiated a wrestling match with me (he loves it when I’m not pregnant).  Liam watched the whole thing in hysterics.  In self-defense I threw a pillow right at Bill and hit my target.  Liam got serious at that point and said, “Mommy, don’t hit Daddy,” followed by, “Daddy, are you O.K.?”  Whatever.

This morning, I put Miriam on my bed for a moment while I left the room (I made sure she was safe and couldn’t roll off).  She immediately began crying, so I asked Liam to go take care of her.  This usually means he goes and talks sweetly to her while kissing her forehead–one of his favorite activities these days.  She loves his company and almost always calms down.  Sure enough, she quickly stopped crying.  I went back to the bedroom to find that instead of being in the middle of my made bed, she had been dragged so she was on the side I sleep on with her head on the pillow and the covers drawn up on her.  Liam was so proud of how he had cared for her, and after a moment of panic I was able to see his sweet attempts and tried not to think about what body part he used to move her.

When I was feeding Miriam this afternoon, Liam was driving a toy schoolbus which he had filled with stuffed tigers.  He accidentally hit my freshly filled, very cold water cup, causing it to drench both Miriam and me.  I quickly jumped up with a big gasp.  Instead of being concerned for his mother or sister’s welfare, he said, “Are the tigers O.K?”

On a sweet note, during breakfast this morning I needed to do something in a different room but hadn’t fed Esther her yogurt yet.  I had the brave idea to teach Liam to do it.  Crazy, I know, but he did a really great job.  I don’t know who enjoyed it more–Liam, Esther, or Mommy who got a break and realized a new way to take advantage of my children.

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New Pics of Miriam at One Month Monday, May 18 2009

Since I’m determined to take pictures of all my children, fourth included, here are a couple of updated pictures of Miriam.  I can never believe how quickly they change.

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Pirate Cake Friday, May 15 2009

This is the most fun I have ever had making a cake.  Should I be happy my son requested a pirate cake?

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Four, For Real? Thursday, May 14 2009

Is it really, really true?  The little man in my life who I am totally in love with turns four today!?  No way!

My sweet Liam, can a mother’s heart burst any more with love for someone so small, yet so big at the same time?  God has brought me more joy the last four years through your life than I thought possible.  Obviously I could be wrong on this, but I have never met another preschooler who is funnier, more compassionate, or more loving than you.  No comedian could ever make me laugh as hard or as often as you do (not even Tim Hawkins).  Where do you come up with the things you say?  Your constant chatter from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep is filled with thoughts only a preschooler can follow.  Daddy and I have said, “I wish I could know what was going on in his little mind,” more times than we could count.  Just two days ago you made me laugh so hard when you told me what Miriam “says” by putting your mouth on my arm and rooting like crazy.  Then I laughed equally as hard when I asked you what you wanted for your birthday dinner, and instead of the expected random menu, you told me you wanted “peas, mashed potatoes, chicken, salad, and carrots with ranch.”  Well, my man, we are having that well balanced dinner while we celebrate you tonight (along with pirate cake of course). 

As our friend Lindsey and I have said, you are going to make one heckofa husband one day.  One boy with three (yep, three) little sisters.  You and Daddy are seriously outnumbered, but you don’t mind one bit.  Yes, sometimes you forget your sisters aren’t brothers when you try to wrestle Ariana or treat Esther like she’s a ball to play with, but most of the time you are oh-so-gentle, giving them plenty of kisses, playing sweetly with them, sometimes even giving them the toy you really want to play with.  They are so blessed to have a big brother like you.  What a great God to provide such a strong protector for them in addition to Daddy (that is what both your names mean, after all).

Watching you interact with others also bring me much joy.  You can give your full life synopsis to total strangers without blinking an eye, and your hugs and kisses are always ready for everyone.  We have had many men who are not yet fathers in our house, and I love the way they are shocked when you run to them before bedtime and smack a big kiss on them.  Then I love watching that shock turn into a sweet look of affection for you.  It’s amazing the ways God uses children to soften almost any heart.  It’s beautiful to watch you become sad to watch friends, big and little, leave our home.  I pray God continues growing that hospitality in your heart to love on others above yourself, showing the love of Christ to the world.

Praise God for our little Liam, and praise God for how much He has grown me in the gospel through you.  You constantly humble me as I sin all the time  in front of you, yet you constantly remind me of the cross because of your quickness to forgive me.  It’s the same kind of forgiveness we have in Christ–undeserved yet boundless.  What a privilege it is to be a mother, and what a privilege it is to have a son and a preschooler.  I love you dearly!

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