{ Stay }

Linking up with Lisa-Jo over at Tales of a Gypsy Mama for this week's Five Minute Friday. The challenge? Write for five minutes using her one-word prompt--no editing, no backtracking, just write.

This week's word: Stay.

Go!

~*~*~

 

Stay.

Stay right here.

This is where I want you to be.

Don't try to live in the future.

Don't anticipate this afternoon's naptime and what you hope to accomplish in the 90 minutes she {may or may not} sleep.

Stay here.

Stay with the drowsy mumblings of her half-asleep and nursing.

Stay with the fat cheeks about to split in two from the sheer joy of her huge, huge grin.

Stay in this moment. It will be gone so quickly and you can never get it back.

See how much she has already changed in 4 1/2 short months? Tiny newborn forever gone.

Stay here. Stay right now. I am giving you the gift of this day, hours strung like pearls on a chain of moments, and you can never have more than one at a time. Never have anything but the one I give you right now.

So don't dream about this afternoon, or tomorrow, or when she can crawl, or when she can entertain herself better, or when you will sleep through the night consistently. Today is the gift. Tomorrow is tomorrow's gift, and if you try to live in tomorrow...you miss today.

Stay here. It is the center of my will for you. It is exactly what you need today. It is exactly what she needs today. Love her today. Soak her up today. Kiss Mike with gusto today when he walks back through that door.

Stay.

{ Lainie's Dedication }

We dedicated Lainie at church on October 14. Dedicating a baby doesn't impart salvation or anything like that. It's a way for us as parents to publicly acknowledge that a) our child is a gift from Jesus, and b) we commit to bring her up to know and love Jesus. By doing it with our church family, we all acknowledge our responsibility as the body of Christ to encourage and help one another as we raise our children together. It's beautiful and meaningful...perhaps especially when you've gone through the medical ups and downs we did before Lainie's birth!

 

My parents and my youngest brother Obediah stayed with us for the weekend. One of my other brothers, Emery, and his wife Becky were also in the area for Emery's job, and they were able to spend most of Saturday and Sunday with us, too. The only one missing was Joe. Nevertheless, we had a great time! I don't think anyone minded the cramped quarters: Seven adults and a baby in a two-bedroom condo is a bit tight, but we took a "the more, the merrier" outlook.

 

 

:: Grandpa Duck and Lainie Rae ::

 

:: awwwwww! ::

 

:: Obie hadn't met Lainie before. ::

 

:: They were quite smitten with each other, I think! ::

 

:: Grandma and Elaina ::

 

:: Becky and Em--the way Emery is petting Lainie's head with one finger cracks me up! ::

 

Most of the photos of the dedication itself aren't very good. Two other couples dedicated their baby boys that morning, as well; remarkably {considering the size of our church}, we knew both of them!

:: happy little family ::

 

Most of the weekend was spent cooking, eating, and playing games. Gosh, we made HUGE quantities of food!! Sweet potato kale soup, BBQ pulled chicken, meatballs...I am not adept at cooking for more than two people, but somehow we didn't go hungry. One thing I really love about hanging out with my family {and miss about living "over here"} is playing games. We spent hours playing Apples to Apples and Scum...it was a hootenanny! Maybe I just need to be more proactive about bringing games and suggesting we play them at family get-togethers and social events "over here." Thoughts? How do you game-playing folks win over the non-game-players?

{ Public Service Announcement }

In case you were wondering, alcohol-free wine tastes like

 

weird grape juice.

 

 

Since the alcohol has been removed, I guess that's actually what it is.

{ Quiet }

It looks like that random morning when the baby sleeps till 10:30am.

It looks like those 15 minutes when she magically entertains herself without getting bored.

It looks like driving home from church, holding hands with the Mr., while she naps in the carseat.

It looks like 2am feedings, when we are both probably more asleep than awake.

Quiet.

There's more of it than you'd expect in a house with a four-month-old.

But it's still hard to protect, to use properly, to cherish. I'm tempted to fill every moment with silly songs and peek-a-boo and narrating my every action to the little girl glued to me with her eyes.

I had no idea what a gift quiet is. How hard it would be to snatch a few moments with You now that I'm a mama.

I don't want to fill all these moments with laundry, dishes, grocery lists, a quick phone call to catch up with a friend. I want You to be my first choice in the still moments. You to be my first choice for an "adult" conversation. You. I want to find You in the quiet.

 

If I don't choose to spend time with You, will she? If she doesn't see You incarnated in my life, how will she know You?

{ #Blessed }

I never want to forget:

 

How blessed I am.

 

That this is my view.

 

 

That my baby girl is healthy.

 

That she didn't spend the first few months of her life in the hospital.

 

That she had a record-breaking short hospital stay and lightning-fast recovery.

 

That her life, and mine, could have looked anything but "normal."

 

Even the nights when I feel like she will never.fall.asleep...I have a healthy baby crying lustily in her own crib. She's alive. She's strong. Her lungs and diaphragm are clearly in perfect working order. I am so, so blessed to have a baby at home who would rather stay awake and play with me than sleep--even if she cries and doesn't fall asleep for hours. She could be hospitalized. She could need major help breathing. She could have significant lung problems. She could have long-term digestive tract problems.

 

She doesn't.

 

She could still be living at Children's Hospital.

 

She isn't.

 

Today was sunny and mild, so we walked up and down the beach. She was mesmerized by the waves. She was unimpressed with the ferry. She stared at little boys feeding stale bread to noisy seagulls. She licked the Ergo nonstop.

 

May I never lose sight of the incredible, innumerable gifts we've been given.

May I never take a moment with this precious girl for granted.

May I never forget what could have been.

 

Thank you, Jesus, for what is. We don't deserve it.

{ 133 Days }

Little Miss Lainie Bug,

 

Today you are 133 days old. Nineteen weeks. Almost four and a half months. One hundred thirty-three days doesn't sound like very long at all...yet at the same time, it feels like I've said "Good night" and sung you "Jesus Loves Me" hundreds or even thousands of times. There is less and less of the helpless newborn about you; more and more you are a thinking, learning, feeling, exploring, opinionated baby.

 

I still swaddle you up for sleeping. Nighttime and naps.

 

 

You still have the BEST facial expressions!

On October 19, you said "hi" two me--twice--while I was changing your diaper! You hear me say it all the time, and I probably would have thought it was a fluke except that I had just said it to you several times..and you said it back, twice. At your four-month checkup, I told the pediatrician, expecting her to brush it off as coincidence. But she thinks it's entirely plausible; she said you're a very smart baby, and given that you are pretty vocal, it's quite possible that you actually said "hi" on purpose.

 

Speaking of four-month checkups, here are your stats at four months old:

Weight: 11 pounds, 10 ounces {6th percentile}

Length: 24.4 inches {45th percentile}

Head circumference: 16.2 inches {65th percentile}

 

And, just as I was telling the doctor that you haven't quite rolled over yet, you rolled farther over than I have ever seen you do before; the doctor moved your arm up an inch or two from your side, and bam! You rolled onto your tummy! Granted, you had a tiny bit of help, but you looked quite pleased. You haven't managed that trick again, but you lift your head and torso up really high during tummy time. It's super cute. I'll have to take pictures and post them in your next letter.

 

You are still an itty bitty thing, but your brain is growing at an amazing rate! In the past few weeks, you have really started to develop little rolls on your thighs and upper arms, and the "fat folds" around your wrists are getting deeper. Your cheeks are plumping up, and you feel sturdier. Part of that is probably because you l-o-v-e to practice standing and bouncing up and down with someone holding you.

 

You have the classic baby bald spot on the back of your head.

 

You excel at sleeping. Though I wish you weren't such a night owl--you don't usually fall asleep till between 10 and 11 pm--on average you sleep for 12 hours at night, waking up twice to eat {usually between 2 and 3 and again between 6:30 and 8}. As for naps, they are a little more sporadic, but frequent: You fall apart if you're awake for more than two hours at a time.

Speaking of sleep, on October 29 you started sleeping in your nursery. For everything, nighttime and naps. We're all sleeping just fine, in spite of the fact that this makes me feel like I don't have a little baby any more. You're growing up. You sleep in your own room. And you still talk in your sleep, too: On Monday morning I went to get you because I heard you talking. You were still sound asleep--100% Daddy's girl!

 

You laughed for the first time on October 26, the day before your four-month birthday. Daddy was holding you, and I did something that made you produce this deep-throated chuckle that sounded like it came all the way from your belly. Girlie girl, that made our month!! There is nothing like hearing your baby laugh for the first time! For a while, I'd thought you were really close to laughing, and I'd been praying that it would happen when Daddy was home--and it was! Since then you've laughed a few more times, but only for me, and never at the same thing twice in a row.

 

You love to roll onto your left side. Only your left {that was the side you were lying on in the womb, so I'm not too surprised}. You will be on your back, then you stick your feet straight up, hurl them to the left, and scoot yourself up a little {toward your head}. Frequently you will scoot yourself 180 degrees, essentially pivoting your body around your head--once you did a complete circle!

 

You suck on your fingers. All. The. Time. Usually it's just the first two fingers on either hand. And the drooling!! You go through a couple bibs a day!

 

A couple weekends ago, the three of us went on a walk at a park near our house. I only discovered it this fall, and wanted to show your Daddy because there is a trail that goes waaaaaaaay down into a gulch with a creek at the bottom.

 



 

:: you and me at the top of the big hill ::

 

 

:: some of the steps ::

 

 

:: on the bridge ::

 

Enough talking. Let's get to the good stuff--pictures!

 

:: me trying to copy your silly face ::

 

 

:: hanging out with Daddy on a Saturday morning ::

 

 

:: and helping Daddy answer emails ::

 

 

:: having a blast scooting around on the dining room floor ::

 

You love baths now. You smile and coo at the bottles of shampoo and the soaps. You arch your back and smack it back down, making big splashes that delight you. You kick your legs and swish your feet and just have a jolly old time.

 

:: love those baby blues! ::

 

Happy 133 days, Lainie Rae!

 

Love,

Mama

{ It's November }

Late last week, my laptop keyboard was finally replaced, so now I have a computer and internet when Mike isn't home. The enforced technology fast made me realize how much time I fritter away on the computer when I should be doing other things. As inconvenient as it was to have to zip through checking my email and all the little blogs/sites I like to browse regularly--on Mike's laptop, in ten or fifteen minutes between putting Lainie down for the night and going to bed myself--it was also refreshing. I could just do life during the day. No getting sucked into the interwebs.

But I am really glad to be able to blog again, and download approximately 647 photos off of my camera.

I'm making a point of not saying anything about the elections. Political conversations make me want to crawl out of my skin. The End.

It's amazing how much I can accomplish when (a) I get up at a decent hour, and (b) I spend time with Jesus early in the day. Lately Lainie has been waking up twice at night to eat, instead of just once, which makes it sooooo easy to sleep in until she wakes up. This morning she woke up to eat at 6:30, and instead of going to bed after she fell asleep, I took a shower. Read Acts 10. Spent time with Jesus. Picked up clutter. Made this amazingly delicious Paleo jambalaya. Made this amazingly delicious Italian sausage/chard/lemon lasagna. And washed the dishes, all before Lainie woke up at 10:30. Yes, I am proud of myself. Note to self: pride is a sin...

Speaking of Lainie, Little Miss Boo has her first cold. She is really stuffed up and sneezes continually. She hates having her nose suctioned, which is unfortunate for both of us because I've done it at least half a dozen times already today. She's still happy and sweet as ever, even when she can barely breathe through her nose--poor baby!

Let's see. What else happened while I was away?

I got a haircut. Postpartum hair loss is brutal and two-foot-long brown hairs everywhere drove me bananas. I refuse to believe it's a "mom chop," because isn't the purpose of that so the baby can't grab your hair? Lainie can definitely still reach my hair. I unwrap strands from her fingers on an almost hourly basis.

 

:: before ::

 

:: after ::

 

As you can see, we also went on a date. Fancy dinner out with our friends Lisa and Daniel. It was nice to dress up, enjoy a great meal in a classy restaurant--I had pear and gorgonzola ravioli--and not worry too much about Lainie. I don't think a mama ever gets to the point where she doesn't worry at all, does she?

 

And yes, my skin is vampire white by nature.

 

In spite of the fact that I have made pie crust approximately once before in my life, I agreed to make four pies for Lisa and Daniel's wedding rehearsal dinner last week: Chocolate pecan, pumpkin, apple, and strawberry rhubarb. In spite of my gross lacl of pie-making experience, they turned out quite well.

 

 

Though Elaina is still a teensy weensy thing by any estimation, she has put on weight. Look at these photos of her getting a bath--the first one was taken on October 10, the second on November 2:

 

 

She's plumping out a little! :-)

 

Tempted as I am to ramble on, I probably don't have much time left before Lainie wakes from her nap, and I haven't brushed my teeth yet today. I'm gonna go do that. Later!