"How can I expect the world to be full of decent people if I'm not one myself?"
This is what I came away with after today.
I didn't want to go to the grocery store. It was 5:15, which meant it'd be dark by the time we got to the store, and it was already down to 19 degrees, and Savannah had not napped so I knew she'd fall asleep in the car. I knew it'd be a hassle, and I dreaded it. But there were several items that we needed, so I bundled us up, loaded us up, and headed out.
And it was everything I hadn't expected. We sang along to the radio as if it was a sunny, rested day and not a cranky, sleepy, dinner-hour time. Savannah did fall asleep, but when I lifted her out of her seat she opened her eyes, looked around, and smiled at me.
We walked through the aisles, and I smiled at everyone we passed. Moved the giant car shopping cart out of the way of other shoppers and said "No problem" when they thanked me. Made parent jokes with other parents braving the cold Ohio night to fill their cupboards. I had already planned to get a few BOGO items and put the extra items in the food donation box they set out for the holidays.
We got to the register and as I set the first item down, the cashier set out the "register closed" sign. Instead of making me move, as he easily could have, he said he'd ring me up. He had a friendly smile and didn't mind that Savannah pushed the buttons on the key pad. He told Nevaeh the Ariel doll on top of his register wasn't for sale, but she should put it on her list for Santa (with a wink my way). He thanked me when I said I wanted some items set aside so I could put them in the donation box.
I couldn't find the donation box, though. The security guard didn't know where it had been moved, nor did anyone he asked. So I handed all the items except the pumpkin pie to an employee who would put it all with the "damaged" goods that they routinely donate to shelters.
In the parking lot, I approached a woman shutting her trunk and asked if she liked pumpkin pie. "No, I'm sorry, I don't." She replied. "That's ok, I just have this extra one and don't need it." I answered. Her face lit up and she told me how sweet I was to think of others. My heart grew.
The girls "steered" the car cart to the Mom Hot Rod (Ahem, mini man) and I started the car and strapped them in. Unloaded the groceries and offered the pie to a passerby who also politely declined. Apparently we were going home with two pumpkin pies. I went to put the cart in the return and saw it was a jumbled mess, so I zipped my coat up to my throat and started organizing them.
A man called out, "I see you being conscientious. I notice your kindness!" I looked up and smiled. "How can I expect the world to be full of decent people if I'm not one myself?" He agreed heartily and said my girls were precious.
My heart swelled.
This was a simple night. On a day already good I might not have noticed how great it was. But it was a night I expected to be a pain, and turned out not to be. And it made me more grateful. More willing to smile at others, even if it wasn't returned. More conscientious of jumbled carts that an employee would have to untangle in the freezing temperatures. The Holidays especially make me more aware that a lot of people can't just go to the store, no matter how inconvenient, to buy groceries that they don't need but could really use. To buy extra things to give away.
The world is full of good, kind, decent people. But in order to see them, to experience their kindness, I have to also express goodness, kindness, and decency. Give love; receive love. And even if love is not returned, my heart can still swell knowing I'm adding to the goodness, not giving in to what could have been a miserable night.
Monday, November 17, 2014
You got Ralphed
You guys are too young to understand what I mean when I say you got Ralphed. Give it time, my little ones. Soon you'll associate childhood Christmas memories with the tucked away thought of the most watched Christmas movie. A Christmas Story of course!
It snowed today. We've had flurries the past few days, and even a sprinkling back in October. But today, it snowed. 7 am, Nevaeh ran into me and Daddy's room. "Mommy oh my gosh snoooooow!" and by 7:15 you had your hat, gloves, scarf and boots on. Still in your pjs.
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And then I set you and Savannah loose.
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It snowed today. We've had flurries the past few days, and even a sprinkling back in October. But today, it snowed. 7 am, Nevaeh ran into me and Daddy's room. "Mommy oh my gosh snoooooow!" and by 7:15 you had your hat, gloves, scarf and boots on. Still in your pjs.
You were practicing making snowballs
And when I said we were going to wait a little while to go outside, you sat by the window and watched to make sure the snow wouldn't melt before you had a chance to play in it.
And then I set you and Savannah loose.
First I Ralphed you both. Savannah moreso, because she's tiny and already has trouble moving those chubby legs. Add two layers and a snowsuit and she was hilarious waddling through the snow!
Savannah, your first reaction with fallen leaves, snow, dirt, sand, anything, is to gather it up and throw it.
Snowballs are always the first thing to do!
I was nice and didn't snap a picture of you face-planting after this picture, my little Vannah
This is your first true snow play. Last year when you were 1, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with it
See? Circa 2013, you hated it!
Nevaeh, you make the best snow angels
Yes, Savannah, you still hate lying in it...
This is when Bubba ran over and you were getting ready to launch a snowball at him
Ok, so your first snow play was short lived. You were over it pretty quickly.
Daddy says we don't need our own dog because Bubba is our dog (Mommy disagrees)
You girls use those planter pots for everything. mostly dirt castles because we don't have sand unless we go to the beach. Today, snow castles!
Of course this is Olaf. We don't build regular Snowmen anymore (This was before you, Savannah, were totally over snow. You gave Olaf a chance)
And then we welcomed Winter with the first hot chocolate of the season! and kept adding marshmallows as these were eaten
Happy Winter, girls! I love you both (And brother too!)
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Mommy Rhymes
I love making up songs and rhymes for you kids. Most of the time it comes pretty naturally and really gets a laugh out of you!
Nevaeh, when you were born, none of the lullabies seemed right for you. So one night, when you were very very small, I sang your very own song.
You Are My Heaven (To the tune of "You are my Sunshine")
You are my Heaven, my Highest Heaven
When I am lonely, and I'm down
I just look up, and I see Dear
You are my Greatest Gift from above
(And of course, I call you my little slice of Heaven <3 )
Savannah, I wanted to do the same for you, but had a hard time thinking of one. For a while I would just hum a tuneless tune, and you seemed to love the sound. Then one night, it came to me.
Sleep well, my sweet Savannah (To the tune of "Swing low, sweet chariot")
Sleep well, my sweet Savannah
Settle down and have some sweet dreams
Sleep well, my darling baby
Settle down and have some sweet dreams
My love, for you Savannah
Reaches up above the highest stars
My love, for you, my honey
Reaches up above the highest stars
(I could get the sweetest smiles out of you just by singing that, and even now 2 years later, you realize that it's your special song)
When we clean up, we like to listen to music. When it's just a quick clean up, though, I wrote a little tune...
Start off with the traditional "clean up song"
Clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere!
Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share
(then add in)
We clean up our toys, so there's not a mess
We clean up our toys, so people have to guess
If we ever play with toys, the answer is yes
But we clean up, clean up our mess
And today, Savannah, you and I doctored a song to fit all of us! Your favorite song is Patty Cake. I love it when you point your little fingers to "Mark it"
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with a D
and put it in the oven for Daddy and Me!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an M
and put it in the oven for Mommy and them!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an L
and put it in the oven for Landon as well!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an N
and put it in the oven for Nevaeh and Sven!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an S
and put it in the oven for Savannah and us!
I love you, sweet babies! One of my favorite things is to sing songs with you, dance to any beat, and make up our own silly songs <3
Nevaeh, when you were born, none of the lullabies seemed right for you. So one night, when you were very very small, I sang your very own song.
You Are My Heaven (To the tune of "You are my Sunshine")
You are my Heaven, my Highest Heaven
When I am lonely, and I'm down
I just look up, and I see Dear
You are my Greatest Gift from above
(And of course, I call you my little slice of Heaven <3 )
Savannah, I wanted to do the same for you, but had a hard time thinking of one. For a while I would just hum a tuneless tune, and you seemed to love the sound. Then one night, it came to me.
Sleep well, my sweet Savannah (To the tune of "Swing low, sweet chariot")
Sleep well, my sweet Savannah
Settle down and have some sweet dreams
Sleep well, my darling baby
Settle down and have some sweet dreams
My love, for you Savannah
Reaches up above the highest stars
My love, for you, my honey
Reaches up above the highest stars
(I could get the sweetest smiles out of you just by singing that, and even now 2 years later, you realize that it's your special song)
When we clean up, we like to listen to music. When it's just a quick clean up, though, I wrote a little tune...
Start off with the traditional "clean up song"
Clean up, clean up, everybody, everywhere!
Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share
(then add in)
We clean up our toys, so there's not a mess
We clean up our toys, so people have to guess
If we ever play with toys, the answer is yes
But we clean up, clean up our mess
And today, Savannah, you and I doctored a song to fit all of us! Your favorite song is Patty Cake. I love it when you point your little fingers to "Mark it"
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with a D
and put it in the oven for Daddy and Me!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an M
and put it in the oven for Mommy and them!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an L
and put it in the oven for Landon as well!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an N
and put it in the oven for Nevaeh and Sven!
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
Bake me a cake as fast you can!
Roll it, pat it, Mark it with an S
and put it in the oven for Savannah and us!
I love you, sweet babies! One of my favorite things is to sing songs with you, dance to any beat, and make up our own silly songs <3
Monday, August 18, 2014
The next adventure
Dear Nevaeh,
In less than 7 days, you will turn 4. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that you are growing up!
Since you were able to hold conversations, you have talked about going to school. You even talk about your "teacher" all the time. "I learned this as school yesterday" "My teacher showed me how to do this" "I went to the zoo with my teacher yesterday. We saw the elephants!" Lord knows who this teacher is, but she sounds pretty awesome! I hope your real teacher is even better.
Daddy and me have reached a crossroads in your preschool future. We have you enrolled at Grove City Preschools, but today I got a phone call saying our first choice, Parsons, has an opening just for you! So Daddy and I are taking some time over the next week to decide which will be best for you this year.
I can't wait for this new adventure with you, Nevaeh. To see you learn and grow in an environment outside the home we've made for you. To watch your wings grow and stretch and flap with anticipation of take off. Daddy and I will be waiting in the sky for you...Fly high, our little slice of Heaven!
Love, Mommy
In less than 7 days, you will turn 4. I'm still coming to terms with the fact that you are growing up!
Since you were able to hold conversations, you have talked about going to school. You even talk about your "teacher" all the time. "I learned this as school yesterday" "My teacher showed me how to do this" "I went to the zoo with my teacher yesterday. We saw the elephants!" Lord knows who this teacher is, but she sounds pretty awesome! I hope your real teacher is even better.
Daddy and me have reached a crossroads in your preschool future. We have you enrolled at Grove City Preschools, but today I got a phone call saying our first choice, Parsons, has an opening just for you! So Daddy and I are taking some time over the next week to decide which will be best for you this year.
I can't wait for this new adventure with you, Nevaeh. To see you learn and grow in an environment outside the home we've made for you. To watch your wings grow and stretch and flap with anticipation of take off. Daddy and I will be waiting in the sky for you...Fly high, our little slice of Heaven!
Love, Mommy
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Own up to your mistakes
Dear Kids,
Today, I made a mistake. A pretty big one, that caused a lot of people -two in particular- a lot of disappointment and anger. Very rightfully so on their part. It was my carelessness that caused me to forget that today was your daddy's cousin's wedding...and I was supposed to be their photographer. We live almost 2 hours away, so by the time I was contacted about it, it was too late. There's nothing I can do to make for missing that special, very important day. I sure will try, and have poured my heart out in an apology, but as you can imagine they are pretty upset.
This is a big lesson that I hope, over time, I can instill in you. By my actions and by my guidance. You are going to make mistakes. You will mess up, sometimes pretty badly. You will make poor choices that will have bad consequences.
This is what I want you to know.
It is ok.
You can make mistakes and bad choices. That's part of growing up and learning how you want to be and who you want to be known as. The most important thing to know about making these mistakes, is that it is ok and you can own up to it. You can come to daddy and me and tell us what happened, no matter what it is that you have done. We will do our best to guide you on how to fix it.
That is another important thing to know.
Own up to your mistakes!
Don't lie. Don't make excuses to get yourself out of the hole, because that will only dig you further down. There is so much strength and character in admitting that you did something wrong. I will tell you that it is hard. When I was told that I had forgotten the wedding, all I wanted to do was crawl under a rock and cry and wait for it to go away. But I knew that I had to deal with it. I had to acknowledge that I had done something bad and try my best to make it right. They will probably be upset with me for a while, but we are family. They'll come around, and I feel that little bit better knowing that I faced my mistake head on, instead of lying or avoiding the truth.
I love you, Landon, Nevaeh and Savannah!
Mommy
Today, I made a mistake. A pretty big one, that caused a lot of people -two in particular- a lot of disappointment and anger. Very rightfully so on their part. It was my carelessness that caused me to forget that today was your daddy's cousin's wedding...and I was supposed to be their photographer. We live almost 2 hours away, so by the time I was contacted about it, it was too late. There's nothing I can do to make for missing that special, very important day. I sure will try, and have poured my heart out in an apology, but as you can imagine they are pretty upset.
This is a big lesson that I hope, over time, I can instill in you. By my actions and by my guidance. You are going to make mistakes. You will mess up, sometimes pretty badly. You will make poor choices that will have bad consequences.
This is what I want you to know.
It is ok.
You can make mistakes and bad choices. That's part of growing up and learning how you want to be and who you want to be known as. The most important thing to know about making these mistakes, is that it is ok and you can own up to it. You can come to daddy and me and tell us what happened, no matter what it is that you have done. We will do our best to guide you on how to fix it.
That is another important thing to know.
Own up to your mistakes!
Don't lie. Don't make excuses to get yourself out of the hole, because that will only dig you further down. There is so much strength and character in admitting that you did something wrong. I will tell you that it is hard. When I was told that I had forgotten the wedding, all I wanted to do was crawl under a rock and cry and wait for it to go away. But I knew that I had to deal with it. I had to acknowledge that I had done something bad and try my best to make it right. They will probably be upset with me for a while, but we are family. They'll come around, and I feel that little bit better knowing that I faced my mistake head on, instead of lying or avoiding the truth.
I love you, Landon, Nevaeh and Savannah!
Mommy
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Potty Training
Dear Nevaeh,
Potty training. Where do I begin....I suppose Day 1 is a good start. We dove head on into this adventure 3 days ago, though I introduced you the potty several months ago. You had peed in it a few times, but generally weren't interested and sometimes flat out cried for a diaper, and I wasn't going to push you. These past 3 days have been much better, and you have been as enthusiastic as me! Maybe more so. Allow me to elaborate...
Day 1. Oh, and let me establish that we're doing this the full out nakey way. You wake up in the morning and the diaper comes off, and stays off until nap time. You peed on the potty 4 times, and on the floor twice, and in your diaper during nap time and bed time. Great job for your first day! Except the one time you got super excited...so excited that you stood up and started doing the "Yay I peed!" Dance before you had finished peeing. We counted that as a success anyway ;-)
Day 2. Just as good as the first day, but a little grosser. You went potty while I did too, so I took that opportunity to teach you how to wipe yourself. Which you did like a champ. But then you thought you had to wipe up the pee in the potty, which meant submerging the toilet paper as well as your hand, in the potty. Gross, Nevaeh. Just gross! But still an accomplishment, and we definitely still did the victory dance. After we washed our hands.
Day 3. This was probably the most amusing day. We are really into the potty dances, celebrating and cheering. You are quick to announce "Mommy you hear it?! I pee! Yay! Look!" and give me a hug as I praise praise praise you. And you figured out after the first time that you need to stay on the potty until you are done with your business. What you apparently didn't have figured out yet is that your legs should stay together and down, instead of lifted into the air. Spread eagle, leaning back as if you were aiming for the Heavens. So the pee got halfway in the potty, and halfway...everywhere else. Don't worry, we still danced :-)
I love you, Dear Daughter. You make life so entertaining and interesting. You are so excited to become a Big Girl, and are so proud of yourself! As am I, sweetie. Mommy and Daddy are SO PROUD of the little lady you're turning into. I'm trying not to blink too much so I don't miss a single thing!
I'm sure we'll have more potty chronicles to come!
Love, Mommy
****Edit****
November 4...day 4 of Potty Training...our best day yet!! I never pictured myself doing a dance around the house over poo...but alas, I have surprised myself. And so have you, my big girl! You woke up from your nap, so we whipped off the diaper and pulled out the potty. Like a pro, you sat down and did your business, we danced, and then we flushed it. Like always. About a minute later you came to me saying you wanted a diaper, but I said you didn't need one because you just peed on the potty, and you can just sit down if you needed to pee some more. You kept insisting, so I send "Fine, go get one." However, you weren't able to pull the diaper out of the box, because it was in a sealed bag, so you came bolting back into the living room with a terrified look on your face and threw yourself down on the potty. A few seconds into it, I began to smell something. Hmm...that's not pee I'm smelling! I thought maybe you were just farting. Then your daddy walked in the room and I looked toward him, and there on the floor by his feet was something that made me wonder for a second if we had a dog. You can imagine what I saw. No, we don't have a dog. We both gasped, then looked at you, sitting on the potty with a terrified expression, and then you started sobbing. "OH no! A mess! Oh no!" You were shattered at making a mess, and you kept glancing between your legs into the potty and sobbing harder, the most distraught look on your sweet face. It was obvious at this point you had wanted the diaper so you could poop, and then realized you couldn't hold it so ran into the room (Although half of it was umm..deposited...on the carpet) and sat on the potty and you did it! My big girl, you did it! And once we reassured you that it was amazing what you did, not a bad mess, you cheered with us. Cleaned you up, flushed it, ate some candy and danced! Our big girl...you are growing so fast. This potty training thing is going smoother than I thought, and I'm not the least bit upset at the few accidents you've had, or the dog-like log you left on our beige carpet ;-) Messes can be cleaned. Memories are made, and we want as many as possible to be positive and happy!
Happy growing, Nevaeh Christine <3
Love, Mommy
Potty training. Where do I begin....I suppose Day 1 is a good start. We dove head on into this adventure 3 days ago, though I introduced you the potty several months ago. You had peed in it a few times, but generally weren't interested and sometimes flat out cried for a diaper, and I wasn't going to push you. These past 3 days have been much better, and you have been as enthusiastic as me! Maybe more so. Allow me to elaborate...
Day 1. Oh, and let me establish that we're doing this the full out nakey way. You wake up in the morning and the diaper comes off, and stays off until nap time. You peed on the potty 4 times, and on the floor twice, and in your diaper during nap time and bed time. Great job for your first day! Except the one time you got super excited...so excited that you stood up and started doing the "Yay I peed!" Dance before you had finished peeing. We counted that as a success anyway ;-)
Day 2. Just as good as the first day, but a little grosser. You went potty while I did too, so I took that opportunity to teach you how to wipe yourself. Which you did like a champ. But then you thought you had to wipe up the pee in the potty, which meant submerging the toilet paper as well as your hand, in the potty. Gross, Nevaeh. Just gross! But still an accomplishment, and we definitely still did the victory dance. After we washed our hands.
Day 3. This was probably the most amusing day. We are really into the potty dances, celebrating and cheering. You are quick to announce "Mommy you hear it?! I pee! Yay! Look!" and give me a hug as I praise praise praise you. And you figured out after the first time that you need to stay on the potty until you are done with your business. What you apparently didn't have figured out yet is that your legs should stay together and down, instead of lifted into the air. Spread eagle, leaning back as if you were aiming for the Heavens. So the pee got halfway in the potty, and halfway...everywhere else. Don't worry, we still danced :-)
I love you, Dear Daughter. You make life so entertaining and interesting. You are so excited to become a Big Girl, and are so proud of yourself! As am I, sweetie. Mommy and Daddy are SO PROUD of the little lady you're turning into. I'm trying not to blink too much so I don't miss a single thing!
I'm sure we'll have more potty chronicles to come!
Love, Mommy
****Edit****
November 4...day 4 of Potty Training...our best day yet!! I never pictured myself doing a dance around the house over poo...but alas, I have surprised myself. And so have you, my big girl! You woke up from your nap, so we whipped off the diaper and pulled out the potty. Like a pro, you sat down and did your business, we danced, and then we flushed it. Like always. About a minute later you came to me saying you wanted a diaper, but I said you didn't need one because you just peed on the potty, and you can just sit down if you needed to pee some more. You kept insisting, so I send "Fine, go get one." However, you weren't able to pull the diaper out of the box, because it was in a sealed bag, so you came bolting back into the living room with a terrified look on your face and threw yourself down on the potty. A few seconds into it, I began to smell something. Hmm...that's not pee I'm smelling! I thought maybe you were just farting. Then your daddy walked in the room and I looked toward him, and there on the floor by his feet was something that made me wonder for a second if we had a dog. You can imagine what I saw. No, we don't have a dog. We both gasped, then looked at you, sitting on the potty with a terrified expression, and then you started sobbing. "OH no! A mess! Oh no!" You were shattered at making a mess, and you kept glancing between your legs into the potty and sobbing harder, the most distraught look on your sweet face. It was obvious at this point you had wanted the diaper so you could poop, and then realized you couldn't hold it so ran into the room (Although half of it was umm..deposited...on the carpet) and sat on the potty and you did it! My big girl, you did it! And once we reassured you that it was amazing what you did, not a bad mess, you cheered with us. Cleaned you up, flushed it, ate some candy and danced! Our big girl...you are growing so fast. This potty training thing is going smoother than I thought, and I'm not the least bit upset at the few accidents you've had, or the dog-like log you left on our beige carpet ;-) Messes can be cleaned. Memories are made, and we want as many as possible to be positive and happy!
Happy growing, Nevaeh Christine <3
Love, Mommy
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Pain in my everything
Dear Baby Girl,
It has been a beautiful 10 months, feeling you grow in my belly. You are quite the energetic thing, and I have no doubt that energy is going to continue into the wee hours of the night once you're here. I can sense it; you are spirited and wild. Your brother was calm, though needy. You sister was content and watchful. You? You will be my challenge. I don't say this because I had a difficult pregnancy or because you cause me grief. Quite the opposite, my pregnancy with you has been 90% as breezy as my pregnancy with Nevaeh. I say this because already, before I even see your sweet face, I know your soul. I feel it in the way you power kick your brother and sister whenever they touch my belly. The possessive way you scoot over to push yourself against your daddy's hand, letting me and everyone know that he is yours. I feel it in the way you are always moving. No matter what, all I have to do is pause and think about you, and you start your acrobatics.
Now that we've established I know who you are and how you will be...let's prove it. Come on out. I am 39 weeks tomorrow, you have had an abundance of cooking time and the Dr. pegged you at 7 pounds 2 weeks ago, so I know you're plenty healthy. I know you are done because I can barely move. My feet and hands swell after a block of walking, my joints are all sore and tight, and I'm considering ordering a crane to help me hoist myself off the couch without cringing in uncomfortable achiness. I am grumpy and find myself aggravated for no reason at all. The nesting is in full throttle, and it's combating with my slight anemia and it's a cruel joke. It allows me to power clean one room before I collapse in exhaustion and need two days to recover, and by the time my energy returns, the room I cleaned has been disasterized by your fellow siblings and father.
Today is October 30th. Two days and it will be November 1st. I would absolutely love a November 1st baby. Let's have this one moment of cooperation and then you can carry on with your lifetime of challenges, ok?
I love you baby girl, can't wait to meet you!
Love, Mommy
It has been a beautiful 10 months, feeling you grow in my belly. You are quite the energetic thing, and I have no doubt that energy is going to continue into the wee hours of the night once you're here. I can sense it; you are spirited and wild. Your brother was calm, though needy. You sister was content and watchful. You? You will be my challenge. I don't say this because I had a difficult pregnancy or because you cause me grief. Quite the opposite, my pregnancy with you has been 90% as breezy as my pregnancy with Nevaeh. I say this because already, before I even see your sweet face, I know your soul. I feel it in the way you power kick your brother and sister whenever they touch my belly. The possessive way you scoot over to push yourself against your daddy's hand, letting me and everyone know that he is yours. I feel it in the way you are always moving. No matter what, all I have to do is pause and think about you, and you start your acrobatics.
Now that we've established I know who you are and how you will be...let's prove it. Come on out. I am 39 weeks tomorrow, you have had an abundance of cooking time and the Dr. pegged you at 7 pounds 2 weeks ago, so I know you're plenty healthy. I know you are done because I can barely move. My feet and hands swell after a block of walking, my joints are all sore and tight, and I'm considering ordering a crane to help me hoist myself off the couch without cringing in uncomfortable achiness. I am grumpy and find myself aggravated for no reason at all. The nesting is in full throttle, and it's combating with my slight anemia and it's a cruel joke. It allows me to power clean one room before I collapse in exhaustion and need two days to recover, and by the time my energy returns, the room I cleaned has been disasterized by your fellow siblings and father.
Today is October 30th. Two days and it will be November 1st. I would absolutely love a November 1st baby. Let's have this one moment of cooperation and then you can carry on with your lifetime of challenges, ok?
I love you baby girl, can't wait to meet you!
Love, Mommy
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