Luke 2:19

"But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart" Luke 2:19.

I know the Christmas story, yet this particular statement was new to me. How could I have missed this before? Perhaps I had been too caught up in the birth to even recognize a powerful moment summed up in one sentence.

Being a mom, I can certainly better relate to Mary now than pre-kids. And having re-read this passage of Scripture while caring for an infant has brought new meaning and understanding to its significance. 

My favorite moments with Hunter are after he's finished eating. He could be asleep or awake; I treasure both equally. In those sleepy moments, he's snuggled up close, content, warm, and secure. How hard it is to put him down, even when it means I could then sleep! During those times when he's still awake, he gazes up at me, a gummy grin on his face, again, so happy, and secure in my love. Even as I write this, I feel inadequate at describing or capturing these moments. These are moments that I treasure and try to store up for I know that they are all too fleeting. 

And then I think about Mary. I can only imagine that she shared some of those same thoughts and feelings, coupled with an enormity I cannot comprehend: she cradled in her arms the Christ-child, God's Son, sent to save us from our sins. She probably didn't know how He would save us, but can you imagine how she must have felt knowing that her son eventually would save the world? Jesus, snuggled and cuddled close to Mary, probably felt secure, safe, warm, and content, just like Hunter does when he's in my arms. But could Mary have felt that same way about Him? What a strange and wonderful feeling that must have been, knowing that the same child who drew comfort from her would one day be her comfort and security. How many of us can relate to that? 

So as we approach Christmas, let us ponder the tenderness, the beauty of Christ's birth, and those fleeting moments in Mary's arms, and remember the loving gift God gave us in such a humble fashion.

Merry Christmas!

Having sent out birth announcements earlier this year, I decided to skip the traditional Christmas cards this season. (Plus, being completely honest, I just haven't had the time to get one together.) So, here's wishing you a very Merry Christmas blog-style.


If I were to send out a letter, it would probably list the highlights of the year, which might include...


*January: Scott and I traveled to Pittsburgh to watch the Caps beat the Penguins in the Winter Classic (outdoor hockey game). Go CAPS!


*February: Scott traveled to Haiti on a mission trip. While he was gone, Mel and Grandma came down to love on me and Leah.


*March: Leah turned 2!


*May: My dear friends from small group threw me a baby shower. In addition to my family and church friends being there, Megan and Jen Ann (two of my best college friends) were there.


*June: Hunter Logan arrived on June 24!


*July: We survived the transition of going from a family of three to a family of four.


*August: Scott played in the Police & Firefighter World Games up in NY City... the weekend of the hurricane. While he was away, the kids and I spent a week at Grandma & Papa's (Mel & Roger's).


*October: Scott and I celebrated seven years of wedded bliss. 

Yes, highlights are missing from a few months, but the blessed, daily family moments with Scott and the kids are too precious and too frequent to limit them to one month as a highlight. 

May your Christmas be joyful, memorable, and filled with many warm moments. 

Merry Christmas!

Five Months

Guess I should update Hunter's progress now, especially since his next milestone birthday is fast approaching (Christmas Eve).

Our little man turned five months old on Thanksgiving day. Based on his measurements during his four month check-up, he had to go in for a weight check to celebrate this birthday. Well, he's still in the 25th percentile for weight, which is fine since it shows that he hadn't lost any weight between his fourth and fifth months (he had dropped from the 50th to the 25th percentile between his second and four month appointments). Since we were there, I asked about Hunter not sleeping through the night yet. Unfortunately, the doctor said it could be because he's not getting enough to eat during the day. (Not exactly what this sleep-deprived mom wanted to hear.)

That being said, Scott and I decided to supplement Hunter with formula. Too bad Hunter hasn't agreed to this idea. (For some reason, lately he has refused the bottle, even though before he'd take it just fine.) Thankfully, after sharing all this with a friend, she shared how she had to feed her little girl every two hours during the day. Well, it was worth a shot, I thought, and so, our little man is now eating much more often. Though this does create some logistical issues at times (trying to feed him, run the errands, and get home in time for the next feeding), he seems to be doing better (evidenced by sleeping better at night). Hallelujah!

I'm sure that teething hasn't helped his sleeping habits at all. This boy is a drooler anyway, but now that he's working on some teeth, he's a faucet! His fingers are constantly in his mouth, unless mine or Scott's are available. I keep waiting for his "reward" for enduring all that pain, but it has yet to manifest itself.

Though some might not believe it (my family, who somehow only seem to see him when he's tired, and thus cranky, preferring mine or Scott's company and cuddles to anyone else's), Hunter is a happy, playful little baby who has a ready smile for anyone who wants to talk to/ play with him. His favorite activities include  playing in the exersaucer, grabbing big sister's hair or hands, one-on-one cuddling with me or Scott, and of course, rolling around on a blanket while playing with his toys. When he's especially happy, he'll tell us, delighting us with stories that only a baby could share. Oh how I relish those stories, cherish the one-on-one moments, and delight in his smile and laughter (which we hear on a regular basis thanks to him being ticklish... and thanks to us making silly faces at him).

Below are the latest photos of our little bug-a-boo. This momma's boy is a joy and a blessing, and is much loved.

 Happy Thanksgiving! Hunter has a thing about socks... he doesn't like wearing them. Notice also his hair. Scott has nicknamed him "Kramer" since Hunter's hair sticks straight up. But it's just so cute!

 We've started Hunter on vegetables, but you can see how he feels about them (or maybe it's about the pink Bumbo seat); he managed to grab the bowl and dump the contents all over.

The official 5 month photo. So cute! Don't you just want to eat him up?

A Disservice?

So, since Scott and I aren't exactly caught up with all the latest technology, does that mean we'll be doing our kids a disservice as they get older? It's not that we're opposed or afraid of all the latest advances; we're just not interested.

I asked myself this question the other day after my dad showed me his latest techie gadget: the Nook Color 2 (think that's what it's called). I've been thinking about e-readers, and whether or not that would be something I should save for. This isn't an easy decision, especially since I love the feel of an actual book. Still, if I were to enjoy the technological advances of today, that might be one that I'd actually use. Then Daddy showed me his Nook. Very cool. Very. Shocking as this might sound (especially to my friends who know how prehistoric I am), I could actually see myself using something like that. Even more, I could see my kids using it (supervised, of course).

One of the Nook's features is the read aloud feature for children's stories. Very cool (please excuse the overuse of this phrase. I'm sure it'll reappear several more times before I'm done writing.). Leah was enthralled. What little one wouldn't be, especially when it's a book on the computer (basically)? Plus, Leah could "flip" the pages. Seriously?! She's 2.5! (I know, this was rather eye-opening for me to observe since she doesn't get to "play" with technology that much, unlike other kids her age who are rather adept at using their parents' iPhones, etc.) Which begs the question posed above: am I doing them a disservice by not consuming all these advances?

I'd like to think not, especially since I'm not OPPOSED to said technology. We just don't have a need for it. Plus, we do allow Leah on the computer (we even have a kid-sized keyboard & mouse for when she's older) to play games. Right now, though, it boils down to whether or not she has to learn these devices now. Really, what's the hurry or need? By the time she can truly use many of them, the current technology will be obsolete. (Makes me think about how quickly the school computers (and floppy drives) became dated once jump drives burst on the scene.) Plus, like many kids, she's a fast learner, so when it comes time, she'll be ready to learn (and perhaps fully appreciate) the available technology.

Besides, she doesn't need anything too fancy right now anyway; after all, Christmas is coming, and I know that at least one gift will be more than enough technology for her.

A Little of This, and a Little of That

I've been racking my brain, trying to determine a post topic, and haven't had much luck. Could it be that there's nothing of note to post? Or maybe it's due to a sleep-deprived five months. (I think it's the latter, to be honest. Forming cohesive, coherent thoughts are a bit challenging these days.) So, just some random bits from our lives as of late.

LEAH: "It's kind of like... (fill in the blank)". She uses this phrase regularly, and we're not sure where she picked it up. What's funny, is when she uses it to make a non-comparison, like when describing her pink Barbie Jeep: "It's kind of like pink."
  (A note about this Jeep. Leah loves crawling on and playing in it, but she refuses to drive it. She'd rather Hunter "drive" it. Scott's been encouraging her-- when it comes to driving-- and he's making some progress, but she's not quite ready to venture out on her own. Is this a sign of what's to come when she's 16?)

Her imagination is taking off, too. Now we're often story or movie characters. As of this morning, I've been Cinderella AND Duke (from the Diggingest Dog). (For the record, she was the Fairy Godmother AND Sammy Brown.) Last night's roles took a new twist:
  Leah (to me): You be Cinderella, and I be the Fairy Godmother.
  Me: Who is Hunter?
  Leah: He's the Cat in the Hat.
  Me: Who's Daddy? Is he the prince?
  Leah: No, he's Scott (giggle, giggle).

 Generally speaking, I think Hunter resembles me more than Scott, but in this photo, I definitely see his daddy.

*I'm so thankful that I have at least one child who cooperates for photos these days, and no, it's NOT Leah. Trying to take her picture is like trying to walk a cat. Neither one cooperates. Go figure, then, that when my dad was taking pictures of Leah and her cousins in their Christmas pajamas for my parents' Christmas card, Leah was all smiles, and so cooperative. As soon as I tried, though, she immediately reverted to her too-busy-to-pose self. *sigh*

Thankful

Apparently, most FB users are giving thanks daily throughout November until Thanksgiving day. Considering my inability to check FB regularly, I thought I'd simply blog about twenty-four blessings for which I'm thankful. So below, in no particular order, is what I'm thankful for.

1. A relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, whose abundant grace covers all my sins

2. Scott, who brings a smile to my face, and who loves me deeply

3. Leah,  whose joyful and loving spirit warms my heart and makes me laugh

4. Hunter, my happy, cuddly baby boy who reminds me to slow down and play

5. My parents and their loving, constant support

6. My in-laws, who truly treat me and love me like a daughter

7. Baby Tylenol, the miracle in a bottle that provides sweet relief to my teething baby

8. Leah's imagination and the many worlds it opens to her ("Mommy, you be Duke --the dog--, and I am Sammy Brown" [From "The Diggingest Dog"] or "Mommy, you be Bob the Tomato, and I am Larry the Cucumber.")

9. A roof over our heads

10. The funds to pay for unexpected (but much needed) home repairs (the chimney comes to mind)

11. A full night's sleep (haven't had one since June 24, but boy, will I enjoy it when I do!)

12. Coffee. Caffeinated. (See why in #11)

13. Girlfriends, who offer encouragement, friendship, a listening ear, and advice (but only when solicited!)

14. Phones and email that allow me to stay in touch with loved ones who are far away (NY, GA, SC, NC)

15. Fresh air and sunny fall days

16. A clean house (working on that one this week)

17. A completed to-do list (yes, I'm Type A, though a mellowed out version thanks to the kids)

18. An engrossing book (Right now it's The Winter Garden by Kristin Hannah. Who wants it next?)

19. Dark chocolate. (I can't believe I didn't mention that earlier!)

20. Baking. There's something comforting about whipping up a batch of cookies for my family or friends. The only drawback (no, it's not extra calories)? Sometimes I'll back instead of working on the to-do list (see #17).

21. Thanksgiving Day itself. Absolute FAVORITE holiday.

22. Scrapbooking. It's my creative venue and release

23. Fuzzy slippers or socks, comfy pajamas, and a roaring fire

24. The freedom to speak my mind and share my opinion without fear of repercussion

Four Months

Hunter turned four months old a week ago Monday. Four months! The time has certainly brought some changes, most for the better. Below, a run-down of our baby boy's progress.

*Hunter is cooing & laughing much more now. He loves interacting with us, especially Leah (that hasn't changed much). Peek-a-boo and patty-cake are two favorites of his. During dinner, he has to be at the table with us. Instead of sitting in the bouncy seat ON the table, he'd rather be on Scott's lap AT the table. He could be fussing in the bouncy, but as soon as Scott picks him up, he's all smiles. (The he proceeds to grin at me the rest of dinner. So endearing!)

*Physically, he can now roll over from back to belly. The first time he did this (a week ago today), neither Scott nor I saw it. I was making dinner, and Scott and the kids were in the office. While Leah & Scott played computer games (check out pbskids.org), Hunter entertained himself on his back on the playmat. When Scott turned around to check on him, there was Hunter, smiling, and on his belly! Sneaky boy! 

Hunter is also learning how to hitch. Leah was a pro at the army crawl (she was mobile by this age), but Hunter has discovered his own way of moving. He sticks his butt in the air, and then pushes with his legs. Of course, he needs the right motivation to do so. He only moved when he saw Daddy on the other side of the playmat. As soon as Scott moved behind him, he stopped inching along. See what I mean about social?

*Sleep is the only area that hasn't improved much. Lately, he's been getting up more and more often during the night. *sigh* I know that he'll learn eventually, but reminding myself of that truth isn't easy when I feel like I'm spending more time in his room than mine during the night. On the bright side, he is doing (a little) better about napping during the day so long as I put him down at the right time (as in, before he's overtired). 

One-on-one time with him is so precious, and he always rewards me with a big smile. When I feel frustrated that I'm not as productive as I used to be, being with him, hearing him laugh, and seeing his toothless grin remind me that he's much more valuable than anything else on the to-do list. What a joy and blessing he is!

 Four months old

 Future Warrior

She's Going to Kill Me When She's Older!

I've been keeping a record of some of the funny things that Leah says and does. Since I'm running a bit short on time today, I thought I'd share a couple recent incidents that I recorded. Enjoy.

*Leah is obsessed with going naked these days. While eating dinner at Arby's, she spilled chocolate milk on her shirt. As soon as we got home, she wanted to take off the shirt since it was dirty. I helped her remove it, and while I was applying stain stick to it, Leah promptly removed her pants and panties. Freed from the burdens of garments, she proceeded to run laps through the hall and living room until it was time to go upstairs. Of course, when Scott told her it was time to go up to bed, Leah took off running again.

Me: “Leah, it's time to go upstairs with Daddy.”

Leah: “Okay. I run one more time, and then I go upstairs.” Then I watched as her naked butt took off toward the living room one last time.

Me: “Okay. Once more, and then upstairs.” I could not stop laughing at her exhibitionism. Too funny.

*We've started taping Leah's diapers on since she enjoys taking them off during her rest periods. During one of her rests, she started crying because of her dirty diaper, so I went upstairs and changed her. Apparently, when I put a new diaper on her, I didn't tape it on properly.  Maybe 20 minutes later, I went up to get her up for good, and what I saw, was not a good sign.

The door to her room was shut, and Leah's diaper was in the hall. Still, she couldn't have done that much damage in such a short period of time, right? Silly me.

I opened the door, and there sat a naked Leah on the floor. “Did you pee on the floor?” I challenged, hoping that she hadn't (that's why we had to start taping the diapers on in the first place).

“No, I pooped!” she exclaimed proudly.

“You pooped? Where?”

“In the dog bed!” And there, in her toy dog bed, was her masterpiece.

Family Day

Saturday morning, Scott and I took the kids to Old Mine Ranch to break from our usual weekend routine of hanging around the house. Leah and I had been last year, and she enjoyed herself, so I figured she'd have more fun this time since she's a year older. 

Honestly, I don't know if she enjoyed herself more or not. She was a bit hesitant to feed the animals (unlike last year), go on the moonbounce, and play in the tunnels (though she didn't play in those much last year). Plus, much of the time she walked around with her hands folded in front of her (which has taken the place of her sucking her thumb when she's overwhelmed or nervous). Despite her demeanor, she loved running in her "fast running shoes" and painting her pumpkin (as well as mine and Scott's).

We asked if she was having fun, and she did reply, "yes", but her actions suggested otherwise. Then again, she does take some time adjusting to new places and situations. After all, when I first took her to the Sprayground, she spent most of the time glued to me, but on subsequent visits, she freely played in the fountains. Maybe if we had been at OMR for a couple of hours, she would have felt more comfortable.

In spite of the lack of outward enthusiasm, the morning was well spent there. Besides, it got us out of the house on a beautiful fall day and allowed for some fun time together as a family, which was really the purpose of the outing.

 Hunter enjoyed the sites and sounds. Not long after this, he was sound asleep.

 Feeding the sheep with Daddy's help. Scott fed more animals than Leah did.

 One of the highlights for Leah was the pig. I don't understand this obsession, but at least it made her happy.

 Why decorate the pumpkin when you can color on the table?

At work on her masterpiece.

God's Grace

This fall, as part of Community Bible Study (CBS), I'm studying the book of Job. Now, I've read this book several times, but being a part of a community with lecture, homework, and discussion has broadened and increased my understanding of this important book. The overarching themes are "God is just," and "God is sovereign", both of which are initially difficult to comprehend considering the intense suffering Job experiences. (Keep in mind, though, that Satan -- not God-- inflicts these sufferings; however, God allows this to happen.) After all, how could a just God allow suffering? (This is a question common to many still today. Though that's not the focus of this post, do remember that we live in a sinful world; sometimes pain/ trials are necessary so that we may grow; God is bigger than our experiences.)

Both themes are so appropriate personally now. Without going into too much detail, let's just say that currently my life is being challenged on a Job-like scale: my health, my family, and my home. Thankfully, I haven't been discouraged in the midst of these trials. Instead, I've been frustrated. Frustrated that it's one more doctor's appointment. Frustrated that it's one more house project. I'm just tired of dealing with "one more thing".

When I mentioned the uncanny parallels between my life and Job's to a friend, I alluded to God's sense of humor and timing, but she said it better: it's more like God's grace that I'm studying Job at this very time. What a spot-on assessment, for if I weren't studying this book at this time, then my attitude might have been a bit different. I'm sure I still would have been frustrated, but I might also have adopted an Eeyore-like, "woe is me" attitude of self-pity. Thus, instead of focusing on God and what I can learn from this/ how I can grow, I'd wallow in the uncertainty of some of these problems.

This isn't to say that being frustrated is acceptable. Rather, I should be re-directing my thoughts toward God's provision, sovereignty, and grace. He's allowed these trials for a reason. I might not know what that reason is, nor may I fully understand the purpose, but through these, I can cling to Him and the Truth that I know about Him. That might be what He wants to remind me of.

Nonetheless, I can "rejoice in [my] sufferings, because [I] know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us" (Romans 5:3-5).

Still a Princess?

Leah has officially entered the terrible twos. Ugh. My sweet, OBEDIENT little princess frequently (as in DAILY) tests my patience and challenges my authority. All too often, this means that I hardly feel (or act) like the queen; instead, the dragon that guards the castle emerges baring her teeth, lashing her tongue, and blowing fire. Not a pretty or welcoming picture. Despite my attempts to rein her in, she persists at the prodding of Princess Leah. 

Apparently the Princess is exercising her independence -- everywhere. At Target. At the grocery store. At church (though not in her class... I think not, anyway). At the photography studio. At home. Counting and time outs are the activities du jour. Even fun activities morph into discipline sessions. 

Case in point: We were playing outside the other day, and Leah found a stick. No big deal, since she often plays with them. The problem arose when it was time to go in. 

    "Leah, it's time to go inside. You can put the stick on the box or on the driveway, but you can't take it in."

   "I play with it one more time, and then go inside."

  "No, it's time to go inside now." At this point, Leah ran, determined to play with the stick "one more time". Ugh. Guess who emerged from the castle? Certainly not the queen in all her refinement.

Sometimes I feel as if these battles outweigh the sweet and funny moments with the Princess. Thankfully, when the King comes home, I can observe his interactions with the Princess, and am often reminded of her pleasant and endearing disposition (why is it that she complies with his requests?). 

Case in point: Leah tried on the Viking hat (fuzzy hat with horns) that Scott received for participating in the Warrior Dash. Her comment: "I a moose." 

So, is she still a princess when her behavior is most un-princess-like? Of course. Maybe the better question is, am I still a queen when my behavior is most un-queen-like?

Thumb Sucker No More

Well, she's done it: Leah no longer sucks her thumb. Hurray! Breaking the habit was no easy feat for Leah or us, but she has been free of the habit for almost a month now thanks to some persistence on our end (well, mostly Scott's).

Scott has been lamenting Leah's bad habit for some time now (as in, ever since she was an infant). Knowing how some babies become dependent on the pacifier (which isn't always handy -- no pun intended-- or in reach), I never minded her sucking her thumb. (Read: I didn't want to constantly run into her room at night to replace the pacifier every time it fell out.) I figured she'd break herself of the habit eventually, I just never knew it would take us to do so.

Just before Hunter was born, we began the monumental task of breaking the thumb-sucking habit. First we tried the stuff you apply to the thumb (so cleverly named "Thumb-Suck Stop"). Yeah, that didn't work too well. We'd apply it; Leah would stick her thumb in her mouth and pull it back out. Then she'd try again, and leave it there (the stuff never lasted). 

Before investing some serious money in a solution, we tried wrapping her thumbs in tape and band-aids. Neither worked. She'd just pull and pull until they came off. Guess this was going to be a bit more difficult than I had thought.

The next tactic? Gloves, but not just any gloves. These were special gloves that Scott found on-line (did I mention that he's the one who really wanted her to stop?). Leah's princess gloves (as we called them) are fingerless except for the thumb, and button around the wrist to preclude their removal. They worked initially, but then Leah managed to pull the thumbs off. (Talk about persistent!)

Scott was determined to break Leah of the habit; he even considered ordering a $75 plastic glove contraption! But before doing so, he had one more trick up his sleeve: an attack on multiple fronts. So, that first week in September (remember all the rain?), we hit Leah's thumbs with a triple threat: thumb-suck stop, gloves, and Gorilla tape around the thumbs. Oh, the tears that ensued! The first couple of nights, Leah cried and cried, unable to console herself since her source of comfort was hidden under three layers. Scott or I would lay with her until she fell asleep. Trying to help her settle her mind one night, I told her to listen to the rain. What a blessing that we had it that week! Listening to the rain helped; the following week, Leah even told me that she wanted to listen to it (too bad I couldn't help her out). Of course, I'm making it sound as if Leah was "cured" overnight, which is hardly the case. It took her several nights to fall asleep without the tears or our company. Plus, she'd wake up crying several times during the night, prompting a comforting hug and snuggle from me or Scott. Even now, she still wakes up once during the night (and she's not wearing the gloves anymore). 

So, thanks to some persistence, lots of praying, and a reward from Grandma and Papa, Leah has officially broken the habit. We're so proud of her, and we tell her daily. (How could we not when she tells us each morning, "I didn't suck my thumb!"?)  Guess this is just one more sign that my baby girl is growing up.

Cozying Up

Today is dreary, dismal, gray, rainy... and absolutely perfect for curling up with a cup of tea and a book. So please excuse the brevity of this post; I have other things to take care (that is, if the kids will let me).

Vacation

The kids and I took a much needed vacation back in August. Notice I didn't include the husband. While Leah, Hunter, and I were playing with my in-laws, Scott was competing in a hockey tournament in NYC. (For those who might be wondering, no, his team didn't make the play-offs, but Scott did have a good time, despite the exorbitant cost of EVERYTHING in the city.)

My mother-in-law (Mel) picked up me and the kids the Saturday that Irene hit VA. Thankfully, we made it home (to NY) ahead of the storm. Aside from being without power Sunday morning until Monday morning (thank goodness for access to a generator Sunday night!), the trip was fun and uneventful. Below is a recap of the week:

*Monday: A chance to relax at Mel & Roger's. Great Grandma was there, too. Leah entertained us with her mad dancing skills. (See video; my apologies for the side view.)

*Tuesday: The Syracuse Zoo. We met up with my sister-in-law and nieces, but since they arrived earlier, we only saw part of the zoo together. We spent all day there, though we hadn't planned on it initially. Despite not having a nap, Leah did remarkably well. (She crashed on the way home.) If you were to ask Leah what her favorite animal was, she'd tell you the colorful horse. No, it wasn't an actual animal; rather, it was a statue outside of the farm animal exhibit. 
  That night, we cooked hot dogs and s'mores over the fire pit. Leah helped me roast a hot dog for all of about 10 seconds before she running off and joining her cousins as they played in the yard. As for the s'more, well, she wasn't that interested in it as a whole. Apparently (for I didn't witness this; Roger filled me in), Leah separated the s'more, ate the chocolate (that's my girl!), sampled the graham cracker, and then pulled off the marshmellow. She wasn't sure what to make of the sticky mess (she's used to eating them straight out of the bag), and after pulling it apart, tried rolling it between her fingers to get it off. 


*Wednesday: Frog Pond. This is basically a farmer's market that also has some farm animals on site (pigs, goats, calves, chickens, ducks, bunnies). Prior to our trip (to NY), Leah had been talking about seeing "piggies and cows" at Grandma and Papa's house, so Mel thought a trip to Frog Pond might satisfy Leah's desire. While there, she had a chance to play in the corn box (similar to a sandbox), as well as pet the pigs, goats, and calves. The chicks gave her a fright; Leah stuck her hands on the coop before I could warn her about them, and I think one might have pecked her fingers. 

*Thursday: The Discovery Center. This was so cool! I only wish there were something like it here. Basically, there are different exhibits set-up to resemble real-life locations/ centers (i.e. fire station, grocery store, restaurant, etc.). My sister-in-law and nieces joined us, and Leah loved running around with Kate and Mila. Talk about a place where a kid's imagination can run wild! Thanks to a busy morning there, and a late lunch, Leah took a good nap upon returning to Mel's. 


*Friday: A chance to relax at home. Mel and Leah made sugar cookies. Leah helped cut them out, and later, helped decorate them, too.  Of course, the best part about making cookies with Grandma was eating them, which Leah was more than willing to do. Friday night, Scott arrived. Scott, Leah, Hunter, and I had a chance to relax and reconnect as a family since Mel & Roger had a wedding to attend. The four of us spent some time outside; Scott held Hunter, while Leah and I ran around the yard (or at least between the rocks and the flowerbeds). We then enjoyed a dinner of hot dogs and s'mores cooked over the fire pit (though, again, Leah didn't help with the roasting, nor did she eat a roasted marshmellow). 


Time flew while we were there; before we knew it, Sunday had arrived and it was time to head home. Our week was so busy yet relaxing, that it was hard to leave. But I guess leaving home always is.

 Watching a music video... over and over and over again.

 Papa and Hunter get some much needed cuddle time.

 Ms. Teresa bundled Hunter up so that he wouldn't get too cold. Notice the sweater sleeves. 

 Grandma, Leah, & Hunter enjoying lunch at the zoo.

 Leah enjoyed watching the penguins.

 An authentic tiger roar (blaring from hidden speakers) accompanied this statue, and was loud enough to frighten Leah. She wasn't too sure about getting on the tiger's back.

 Milking the cows at the zoo.

Future baker and pastry chef.

 "Mommy, take a picture of me on the phone."

 Leah & Mila in the fire truck at the Discovery Center.

Enjoying a cookout in Grandma & Papa's backyard.

Two Months Plus

My handsome little man deserves another post devoted to him, and seeing as he's now almost 11 weeks old, an update on his progress seemed appropriate.

*Stats: 11 lbs., 6.2 oz; 23 1/4" long

*Sleep: Typically will sleep from 9 PM to 3 AM, though he did sleep 7 hours a few nights (not consecutively or consistently). We're working on sleep training now, but that'll be difficult to do for his morning nap, especially since that's when Leah and I run errands or spend time with friends.

*Disposition: So happy! He loves interacting with Leah, me, his daddy, or just about anyone else who wants to love on him. This social little boy definitely prefers being in on the action. (During dinner, he joins us; he sits on the bouncy seat which we set on the table.) 

*Physically: Hunter's a champ at holding up his head and shoulders during tummy time, even if he doesn't enjoy the exercise. (Maybe that's because he'd much rather cuddle and snuggle.) He can also roll from belly to back, and sometimes does so to avoid tummy time.

 

 Showing off his tummy time skills.

 Let's ride!

 My two handsome fellas. Notice Scott's chops.

The official two month photo (August 24).

Hunter's Turn

Hunter heard that I've been posting videos of his big sis lately, and he wanted to get in on the action. For his movie debut, he decided on something a bit more ambitious than the typical baby "tricks"; instead of rolling over or holding his head up, he took his car out for a spin. Enjoy!

A Better Me

Lately, I can't help but think of Jay Gatsby. Toward the end of the novel (The Great Gatsby), Nick Calloway (the narrator) discovers Gatsby's self-improvement list. On it he included various items to make him more appealing to the love of his life (Daisy). Recently, I have been thinking about (self) improvements that I should make (though I'm not doing so to impress my husband).

Since adjusting to Hunter's presence and being the mom of two, I have managed to implement one change: I'm actually getting dressed each day. (Pretty sure I wrote an earlier post on this topic, but in case I didn't, here's a short recap.) Okay, so I get dressed every day anyway, but my usual outfit of choice constitutes workout shorts and a t-shirt. As for hair and make-up? Well, those were definitely neglected... until recently. Now I actually get up in time to make myself look decent, presentable. My motive for doing so was to set a good example for Leah, though I now realize that I feel better when I do so, too. So, check one for this item on my list.

The next item on my list? Being a better friend. Once again, I've had an epiphany: I could be a better friend. I realize that I say "no" quite a bit when friends ask me to do something (in the evening, or out of Woodbridge). During one of my envious moments (probably when I was checking FB), I realized that I need to make more of an effort to say "yes" or to initiate get-togethers (either singly or with the hubs, though I'd probably be more successful singly). Granted, I enjoy my family time, and with Scott playing hockey, we have fewer evenings together. But hockey is coming to an end soon (hooray!), and I still need to strike a balance between time with him and the kids, and time with my girlfriends... just the girls. A recent sermon intro also reiterated the importance of spending time with my girls. The pastor asked people to identify what they're fans of; I looked at my girlfriend sitting next to me, and, sadly, admitted that I'm not a fan of anything. I mean, there are some things that I enjoy (reading, Sudoku, scrapbooking), but I don't feel like I'm passionate about anything. How depressing! Maybe by reconnecting with friends, I'll also rediscover my interests in the process. So girls, here's to me (trying) to get out of the house once or twice a month (again... I have to strike a balance).

A third item? Getting outside, just a little, each day. You'd think this would be easy with a toddler and living in a house with a yard, yet, I have a hard time doing so. This might be because we tend to take it slow in the morning, when really that's the best time to get out, especially if Hunter is napping. There have been some days when I haven't ventured out of the house at all; ugh. I hate that feeling/ realization at the end of the day. It makes me feel like such a slug. Plus, how can I teach Leah (and Hunter) good habits about being active (outside) if I don't do so myself? So, somehow, I hope to get out for just a bit on a daily basis (and no, running errands doesn't count).  

So there you have it; a list of improvements. I know that ultimately I'm the one responsible for making these changes, but maybe by sharing them, I can hold myself accountable to my friends. Feel free to ask how I'm doing with this, or to call me out if I'm slacking.

Encore

Thought I'd include another video of Leah singing. This time she accompanied the CD in our car. (The song is "Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho", in case you can't quite make out the lyrics.) I apologize for the angle; the video was shot using the digital camera, and I'm not sure how (or if) I can rotate it for viewing.

And because this post features my Leah, I thought I'd include two quick snippets/ stories. Oh how I love this little girl!

*Last week, Nicole, my former student, had stopped by for a visit bearing gifts for Leah and Hunter. Once Leah warmed up to her, she loved having her around, especially since Nicole would wrap Leah up in the blanket that she had given her. A couple days later, while Leah and I were eating dinner, the phone rang. As I looked at the number, Leah said, “That's my friend Nicole.”(It wasn't; it was a telemarketer, but still, you see the impression Nicole made on Leah.)

*Leah is still ever so loving and kind, and it troubles her whenever someone ISN'T happy. I saw a news story that made me cry. Leah came over and said, “Mommy happy.”

“No, Mommy's sad. Mommy saw a story that made her sad,” I replied.

Leah came over, gave me a hug and kiss, and then, reassured, said, “Mommy happy now.”

Twinkle Twinkle

And now, for a rousing rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" as performed by Leah, singer extraordinaire (and super adorable to boot!).

Strength & Love

My devotion for today mentioned something I hadn't considered before: the strength of endurance. Those who don't believe that Jesus is God's Son sometimes argue that Jesus couldn't have been  because He stayed on the cross. In the midst of intense pain, suffering, and humiliation, He hung there, doing nothing. How could that demonstrate an all-powerful, loving God?

What I read today, though, spoke of a strength and power even GREATER than removing Himself from the unjustified death on the cross; Christ's power is what enabled Him "to endure the cross, scorning its shame" (Heb. 12: 1-3), all in the name of love so that we might have forgiveness of sins and life everlasting with Him. 

Think about it. How often do we quit or give up simply because the task before us is too difficult? Christ, who could have removed himself from the suffering, did not. He endured in the midst of intense pain and suffering so that man might have forgiveness of sins. Not only did He remain on the cross; He did so for our benefit. He had nothing to gain personally. Being perfect, He didn't deserve such a death. And yet, He died a painful, tortuous death (and rose again!) so that we might be free. THAT is strength. THAT is love.

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart" Hebrews 12:1-3.

"And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart" Galatians 6:9

One Month Old

Hard to believe, but Hunter is now one month old. The time has passed so quickly, but I guess I knew it would. In some respects I'm grateful; being older means he's sleeping a bit more at night (not long stretches by any means, but more than just two or three hours at a time), and we're more into a routine. We've adjusted to being a family of four, even if we haven't returned to our usual stomping grounds (church, small group) as a complete unit yet. 

Hunter, like his sister, is a good baby. He LOVES to snuggle, so he tends to nap best when he's being cuddled or is cozied up in the Bjorn.  (Thankfully, he'll sleep just fine at night by himself.) When he's awake, he's calm and observant, taking in his surroundings with a watchful eye. 

He doesn't seem to mind his big sister's affections and attention, which is good since she lavishes both upon him regularly. (Recently she's started asking to hold "baby brother"; on occasion, she's tried picking him up on her own.) I'll be thankful when he's bigger and older, if only so that I'm not so concerned about Leah accidentally crushing Hunter with a hug and kiss.

 My Two Blessings from Above

 One Month Old (July 24, 2011)

Man to Man

As much as I anticipated Hunter's arrival, I also was a bit anxious and fearful. I vaguely remembered what life was like as we transitioned from being childless to having Leah, and that was not a pretty time. Those first few weeks were filled with many tears (mine, not hers) and much insecurity, not to mention the repeated mantra of "I don't think I can do this" (again, mine). To put it bluntly, those days were beyond difficult.

And now we have Hunter. We're now in a "man-to-man defense", as a friend told Scott. This was going to be exponentially more difficult, right? Thankfully, no. For some reason, despite the lack of sleep, a gassy baby, and a busy and sometimes trying two-year-old, this transition has been 100 times easier than the first.

I'm not exactly sure why this has been easier, though I can speculate. Perhaps it's because my recovery has been much easier (so much so that I often forget that I had major surgery). Maybe it's because I had a better idea of how little sleep I'd be getting (I do not function well on lack of sleep... at all). Possibly Leah's acceptance and adoration for her brother have helped, too. After all, caring for a baby is easier when his sister doesn't feel like she has to compete for my affections. Not to mention that she loves doting on him. Let's not discredit the power of prayer, either. Maybe this transition is easier simply due to God's grace.

All I know is that I'm much more confident this time around; I remember waiting until Leah was almost a month old before venturing out with her solo. And now? I've already managed two errand excursions, both to multiple locations. The thought of taking them someplace fun (i.e. the sprayground) isn't so daunting, either. (Granted, I haven't done so yet, but that's due to the extremely hot weather; I know that Leah and I would be fine, but I don't want to risk Hunter's health.)

So, as we approach the one-month mark on Sunday, I'm happy to report that we are smoothly easing into this new chapter in our lives. Thanks to God's grace and mercy, life is better than expected and getting better every day.

Brief Update

A brief update since the time I have now seems in such short supply (but high demand).

Hunter is very much like Leah was as a baby in that he LOVES being cuddled. Sometimes, this means that the only way I can take a nap is if I'm napping with him. Thankfully, I've learned to accept and enjoy all the cuddles (due to all the advice I received when Leah was a baby).

Hunter's been out of the house quite a bit already, but today was the first time I ventured out solo with both kids. We survived our adventures in IKEA and Sam's just fine, and made it home in time for lunch for all. Hmmm, guess I can do this (balancing two kids while out in public).


Despite the photos, Hunter actually seemed to enjoy his first bath this past weekend. He just sat in the tub, enjoying the attention. That is, until he started getting cold once the water started drying off. Oh well. I'm sure that soon enough he'll be asking for baths, much like Leah does.

The Difference Between Boys & Girls

Scene: Scott and Leah are in the office playing with Leah's puzzles. She pulls down a dinosaur puzzle, then proceeds to hand Scott one piece while taking another for herself. They then march the dinosaurs on the floor.


Scott: "Roar!" (his dinosaur approaches Leah's as if to attack)


Leah: (Her dinosaur approaches Scott's in response to the roar.) "Mmm-mu (a kissing noise). Hug"(she says "hug" whenever giving one).


So much for the dinosaurs play-fighting. Guess that won't happen until Hunter's a bit older. 

One Week Ago Today

Happy One-Week Birthday, Hunter Logan! 

Our little man arrived at 9:23 AM on Friday, June 24. He weighed 7 lbs. 13 oz., and measured 20" long. He is absolutely perfect with his dark hair and eyes (guess Leah was right about the eye color!), and beautiful features. (Yes, I'm biased, but I'm allowed to be.)

Although we're still adjusting to Hunter's presence, we are all doing well. Like all newborns, Hunter is a champion sleeper, especially during the day. At night, well, that varies. Some are better than others (last night was NOT one of the better ones). Like Leah, Hunter is a good little baby, fussing only when he's hungry or has a gas bubble. During his moments of lucidity, he's observing and listening to his surroundings, taking it all in. 

He's also a champion cuddler. Yeah! Just yesterday, he and I snuggled together for a nap. Of course, since he's so warm, at one point I had to move him lower on my chest since I was sweating. Wouldn't you know that he didn't like that? He inched his way back up, nestling himself underneath my chin. 

Surprisingly (well, to me and Scott), Hunter generates a lot more laundry than Leah ever did at this age. Despite our best preemptive efforts, Hunter keeps peeing through his diaper, onesie, and blanket. How does he do that? Looks like I won't be able to do laundry just one day a week for awhile. 


Although Leah is still adjusting, for the most, she's been doing really well. She loves her baby brother, that's for certain. First thing in the morning or just after a nap, she'll say, "I go see Mommy and baby brother." Upon finding us, she'll give Hunter a hug and a kiss, and then move on to whatever it is that she wants to do (play, read books, etc.). There are other times where she'll stop what she's doing to come find us. Again, she's just checking in, making sure that we're doing okay.  The past two days, I've actually had some one-on-one time with Leah, which has been beneficial to both of us. Yesterday, we made cookies, and today, we shared breakfast before she scampered downstairs to help her Grandmas clean (for which I am SOOO grateful). 
                 All in all, we're doing well. Feel free to stop by for a visit. We'd love to see you.

 The morning of June 24

 Behind the mask is one proud Daddy.

 Me and my two favorite "boys"

 

 Leah and baby brother

 Thinking that Hunter was going to be big like his sister, I didn't bring any newborn clothes to the hospital. Oops. This three-month outfit was GIGANTIC on him!

 All ready to go to his first doctor's appointment.

 He just curled up in a ball while snuggled in Aunt Mel's arms.

 Guess what trick his cousin Kenzie taught him?

 Snuggling with Daddy.

ONE WEEK OLD