* Babies SOFT skin
* How your child holds onto your FINGER while you feed him
* The way they TURN when they hear your voice
* How they form to your BODY when you hold them
* The PEACE and HAPPINESS everyone feels when they are around
* Johnsons & Johnsons BABY LOTION
* Cute PREEMIE diapers
* When they open their eyes and STARE at the lights around them
* Sleeping
* Sleeping on my STOMACH
* Soft CUDDLY Blankets to wrap them in
* Swaddling (they looks so tight and comfy when swaddled)
* Their LITTLE cry
* Their ticked off... feed me now cry (OK.. maybe I'm a bad mom, but it makes me laugh
when he gets so out of control that he's shaking.. just because it's been 2 whole
hours since he ate last)
* PUMPING.... Oh wait... that's on my "not so favorite things list"!
* The FEELING that comes from being a new mom... It makes me want to be BETTER
* New BABY clothes
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Wednesday, December 5, 2007
My Journey Into Bethlehem
I had a wonderful experience tonight that I felt started the Christmas season for me. I hope you don't mind me getting a little personal as I take you on my own "journey through Bethlehem". Tonight for our Young Womens group, we took the girls to a live Nativity that was close to our home. I had heard it was really neat, but had no idea the impact it would have on me by the time we left.
As my journey began, I walked through a crowded "city" where I first saw a father teaching his son the ways of carpentry. This young boy watched as his father taught him how to scrape the wood and turn it into something of purpose. Of course I thought of our Savior doing the same thing as a boy, but I also thought of my own life and the incredible impact a father has on a child. I have looked up to my father and his teachings and example for all my life. I see my own children beam every time they get to spend time with Brian. I watch Kaden as he works by his dad's side and tries to do everything the way his dad does it. It is these examples that will mold our children. It is the same example young Joseph taught our Savior.
As I continued my journey through the streets of Bethlehem, I saw the vendors selling their goods, the women polishing their dishes, the artisians making their pots. Everyone busy about their daily lives when we came across two lepers lying on the ground holding out their frail hands asking for a little change. All though this was just a reinactment, I felt so terrible walking away from these two people helpless on the "street". It made me think to myself... how many times do I just "walk past" those in need of my help? How many people are suffering around me that I don't take the time to give them a hand? Why do we continue to shun or ignore those with ailments beyond their control? My heart sank as I walked away.. having done nothing, but knowing I should have.
The street continued to wind at this point, and soon I saw a beautiful grey donkey... much like you imagine Mary riding on. As I leaned down to take a moment to explain the importance of this donkey to Kaden.... I started to tell him how Mary rode on this donkey when she had a baby in her tummy just like mommy. I went on to continue the story when Kaden stopped me and said, "I already know that mom". How touched I was at this point in my journey to know that my 4 year old little boy understood the role this donkey had in the most important event in history. I watched him as he petted the donkey.. almost as if it was an honor to be so close to such a humble animal.
My journey into Bethlehem has become an amazing look into my own life so far, and it's about to change me in just a few small steps as I enter a small stable. There in the darkness I see the most amazing bright light shining down on a beautiful baby lying in a soft, perfect manger. This child... not more than a few months old is wiggling and smiling at His mother as she lovingly looks into His eyes. I look down to see my own son walking ahead of everyone to get right infront of this amazing scene. His hands gripped onto the small fence just staring at baby Jesus. I hope the image of that moment stays with me forever as I didn't have a camera. A perfect baby in a manger white as snow from the light above moving and wiggling watching His mothers smile and a small 4 year old boy in a blue beanie and heavy coat on his tiptoes watching quietly this moment in history come to life. I had to step back with tears in my eyes and try and contemplate the power of this one event. The power of the Spirit not only testified to me that this DID happen, but that this was no ordinary event... no ordinary child... no ordinary stable. Christ the Lord came to this earth just like you and I. In the most humble, perfect way He could.... as a child. And to see that my own child... as small as he is, in some way understood that. He could feel the power of that moment. He knew who that baby was and he loved Him. I realized once again, that I too knew who that baby was and that I loved Him more that I could imagine. Watching my son stare into that stable and not wanting to leave was a testament to me that what I try to teach him every day is true.. and that he understands. He probably understands even better than I do at times and that helps me strive to be better and draw closer to my Savior and my own testimony.
What an amazing journey I was able to go on all from walking the streets of Bethlehem in a small town in Utah on a cold night with my son. I was changed tonight. I feel a deeper connection to my Savior and the power that His birth can have on all of us if we just take the time to make the "journey".
Merry Christmas.
As my journey began, I walked through a crowded "city" where I first saw a father teaching his son the ways of carpentry. This young boy watched as his father taught him how to scrape the wood and turn it into something of purpose. Of course I thought of our Savior doing the same thing as a boy, but I also thought of my own life and the incredible impact a father has on a child. I have looked up to my father and his teachings and example for all my life. I see my own children beam every time they get to spend time with Brian. I watch Kaden as he works by his dad's side and tries to do everything the way his dad does it. It is these examples that will mold our children. It is the same example young Joseph taught our Savior.
As I continued my journey through the streets of Bethlehem, I saw the vendors selling their goods, the women polishing their dishes, the artisians making their pots. Everyone busy about their daily lives when we came across two lepers lying on the ground holding out their frail hands asking for a little change. All though this was just a reinactment, I felt so terrible walking away from these two people helpless on the "street". It made me think to myself... how many times do I just "walk past" those in need of my help? How many people are suffering around me that I don't take the time to give them a hand? Why do we continue to shun or ignore those with ailments beyond their control? My heart sank as I walked away.. having done nothing, but knowing I should have.
The street continued to wind at this point, and soon I saw a beautiful grey donkey... much like you imagine Mary riding on. As I leaned down to take a moment to explain the importance of this donkey to Kaden.... I started to tell him how Mary rode on this donkey when she had a baby in her tummy just like mommy. I went on to continue the story when Kaden stopped me and said, "I already know that mom". How touched I was at this point in my journey to know that my 4 year old little boy understood the role this donkey had in the most important event in history. I watched him as he petted the donkey.. almost as if it was an honor to be so close to such a humble animal.
My journey into Bethlehem has become an amazing look into my own life so far, and it's about to change me in just a few small steps as I enter a small stable. There in the darkness I see the most amazing bright light shining down on a beautiful baby lying in a soft, perfect manger. This child... not more than a few months old is wiggling and smiling at His mother as she lovingly looks into His eyes. I look down to see my own son walking ahead of everyone to get right infront of this amazing scene. His hands gripped onto the small fence just staring at baby Jesus. I hope the image of that moment stays with me forever as I didn't have a camera. A perfect baby in a manger white as snow from the light above moving and wiggling watching His mothers smile and a small 4 year old boy in a blue beanie and heavy coat on his tiptoes watching quietly this moment in history come to life. I had to step back with tears in my eyes and try and contemplate the power of this one event. The power of the Spirit not only testified to me that this DID happen, but that this was no ordinary event... no ordinary child... no ordinary stable. Christ the Lord came to this earth just like you and I. In the most humble, perfect way He could.... as a child. And to see that my own child... as small as he is, in some way understood that. He could feel the power of that moment. He knew who that baby was and he loved Him. I realized once again, that I too knew who that baby was and that I loved Him more that I could imagine. Watching my son stare into that stable and not wanting to leave was a testament to me that what I try to teach him every day is true.. and that he understands. He probably understands even better than I do at times and that helps me strive to be better and draw closer to my Savior and my own testimony.
What an amazing journey I was able to go on all from walking the streets of Bethlehem in a small town in Utah on a cold night with my son. I was changed tonight. I feel a deeper connection to my Savior and the power that His birth can have on all of us if we just take the time to make the "journey".
Merry Christmas.
Monday, November 12, 2007
When it comes to emotions... I wish I was male
I'm a little nervous posting this as it's my second post on my blog.... but I'm among friends right? I just hope you've all gone through it before and can sympathize!!!
So here it goes.... I think all I really need to say is yesterday was Sunday. I could probably stop there and for all you "church goers" that have toddlers, you'd understand completely. But for the sake of a story (and a well needed venting session) I will continue.
So it all starts Sunday morning. Kaden our 4 year old is practicing his part for his first ever Primary Program at church. He has flawlessly memorized his part to 100% cuteness. Soon he will go to church and blow the congregation away by his singing abilities and cute speaking part. You know the kids... the ones who sing so loud you can't hear everyone else and makes everyone laugh? Ya... that was the picture in my mind of how this was going to turn out.
The morning went quite smoothly which was short of a miracle since I had final touches on my Young Women's lesson to prepare, kids to get ready, choir to go to, lunch to make and of course stock up the diaper bag with all sorts of interesting things to keep Avery in the pew and not run up to the front of the church (non of them work by the way).
We get to church, the kids go to their classes without a problem, and I actually taught a pretty good lesson on being "Optimistic" to the teenage girls. I was feeling pretty good about the day so far, and getting more excited for the upcoming primary program that was soon to take place. I even left Sunday school early to get a "good seat" so I could see my angel perfectly.
The exciting moment finally arrived. There is cute Kaden looking all grown up sitting with his class in a few pews ahead of us. He was anxiously looking for his aunt, uncle and grandma who had come just to watch his program. The meeting started and things looked good. His class was the first to give their speaking part (which they were all supposed to say together). These cute 4 year olds reverently went up to the microphone and stood there waiting for their teachers cue to begin. Kaden on the other hand went straight to the microphone, and before any of the other kids could talk, spoke his part fearlessly.... "MY FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST GROWS WHEN I KNOW WHO HE IS". We all giggled a little (yes!!! the response I imagined in my head) as the kids quielty went back to their seats. The songs he's been practicing all year were his next big part. I knew he would steal the show!!!
THEN REALITY HIT..........................
The overexcited mother (me) saw that her prodigy of a son (Kaden) was not singing any of the songs. He wasn't sitting quietly, He wasn't even being reverent. He kept coming back to me saying he wanted to sit with me and didn't want to sing the songs. When I finally talked him back into sitting up with his class to finish his program, he fell over another kids foot and bumped his head and was crying. (This was all at the same time Avery had already tried to run away, thrown books at the peoples heads in front of us and was no longer willing to sit down... even if Grandma and her favorite aunt were siting right beside her). So Avery is out in the hall with Brian, I run to rescue crying Kaden from his teacher and go out in the hall with him. Brian and I at that point try and reason with him that his grandma and aunt and uncle came all this way to listen to him sing and that they were sad because they weren't able to hear him... (you know the routine). Nothing was working. Brian then told him he could wear his special watch and when the numbers turned to 4:00 then he would be done and could come back and sit with us. What a great idea right??? Well, we thought it was. Feeling quite confident about our new plan, I knew he would go back in and sing his heart out until the program was over.
THEN REALITY HIT..... AGAIN...
For the next 20 minutes all he did was worry about the stupid watch and what time it was. Then he got all the other kids around him more interesed in his daddy's watch so they were now more concerned about the watch instead of being reverent.
REALIZATION HIT AGAIN... BUT THIS TIME FOR ME!!!
When you've got toddlers.... CHURCH IS NOT A PLACE OF PEACE ---- IT'S REALLY MORE LIKE HELL.
(Sorry, I hope I don't get struck down for that one)
We finally got out of church and my dreams of my beautiful 4 year old participating in his first primary program were shattered with the reality that it was just like any other Sunday except now I was not only frazzled and frustrated (like normal after 3 hours of church with kids) but I was also embarrased that he didn't perform well for his family who came to watch and was very difficult for his teacher who had to try and take care of him and 8 other 4 year olds for the whole hour. AHHHHHH!!
NOW... WHY I WISH I WAS MALE
I don't know if it's because I'm pregnant and tired, or I just have typical emotions of a woman, but I never got over being frazzled. The day just seemed to get worse. When I couldn't take it any more, I found my self going to bed and 9:00 pm crying over what a terrible mom I was that I couldn't get my kid to sing in church and not wiggle. My life seemed to be all doom and gloom.... and this after I had just taught a lesson on being optimistic in life not 12 hours earlier!!!!! WOMEN!! If I were a man, I would have gotten over it or just tuned it all out and probably went and watched football or something. Instead, it's Monday morning, I woke up with a monster headache, tired from a restless nights sleep, and a big pile of laundry waiting for me in my closet!
BEING A MOM IS AWESOME.... REALLY!!!
Thank you all for listening to my very long venting session. Luckily, my kids as hard as they are, seemed to know I needed something a little special this morning. Avery smothered me with hugs and kisses for no reason, and Kaden woke up and just wanted to lay and cuddle in the warm covers. And as we speak, while I'm needing a little mommy time, Kaden is in his room quietly reading a book to his little sister. They truly are the greatest thing in my life, even when they are your greatest struggle. (This paragraph is the part when I am looking at the positive in life.... I guess I gotta practice what I preach!)
So here it goes.... I think all I really need to say is yesterday was Sunday. I could probably stop there and for all you "church goers" that have toddlers, you'd understand completely. But for the sake of a story (and a well needed venting session) I will continue.
So it all starts Sunday morning. Kaden our 4 year old is practicing his part for his first ever Primary Program at church. He has flawlessly memorized his part to 100% cuteness. Soon he will go to church and blow the congregation away by his singing abilities and cute speaking part. You know the kids... the ones who sing so loud you can't hear everyone else and makes everyone laugh? Ya... that was the picture in my mind of how this was going to turn out.
The morning went quite smoothly which was short of a miracle since I had final touches on my Young Women's lesson to prepare, kids to get ready, choir to go to, lunch to make and of course stock up the diaper bag with all sorts of interesting things to keep Avery in the pew and not run up to the front of the church (non of them work by the way).
We get to church, the kids go to their classes without a problem, and I actually taught a pretty good lesson on being "Optimistic" to the teenage girls. I was feeling pretty good about the day so far, and getting more excited for the upcoming primary program that was soon to take place. I even left Sunday school early to get a "good seat" so I could see my angel perfectly.
The exciting moment finally arrived. There is cute Kaden looking all grown up sitting with his class in a few pews ahead of us. He was anxiously looking for his aunt, uncle and grandma who had come just to watch his program. The meeting started and things looked good. His class was the first to give their speaking part (which they were all supposed to say together). These cute 4 year olds reverently went up to the microphone and stood there waiting for their teachers cue to begin. Kaden on the other hand went straight to the microphone, and before any of the other kids could talk, spoke his part fearlessly.... "MY FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST GROWS WHEN I KNOW WHO HE IS". We all giggled a little (yes!!! the response I imagined in my head) as the kids quielty went back to their seats. The songs he's been practicing all year were his next big part. I knew he would steal the show!!!
THEN REALITY HIT..........................
The overexcited mother (me) saw that her prodigy of a son (Kaden) was not singing any of the songs. He wasn't sitting quietly, He wasn't even being reverent. He kept coming back to me saying he wanted to sit with me and didn't want to sing the songs. When I finally talked him back into sitting up with his class to finish his program, he fell over another kids foot and bumped his head and was crying. (This was all at the same time Avery had already tried to run away, thrown books at the peoples heads in front of us and was no longer willing to sit down... even if Grandma and her favorite aunt were siting right beside her). So Avery is out in the hall with Brian, I run to rescue crying Kaden from his teacher and go out in the hall with him. Brian and I at that point try and reason with him that his grandma and aunt and uncle came all this way to listen to him sing and that they were sad because they weren't able to hear him... (you know the routine). Nothing was working. Brian then told him he could wear his special watch and when the numbers turned to 4:00 then he would be done and could come back and sit with us. What a great idea right??? Well, we thought it was. Feeling quite confident about our new plan, I knew he would go back in and sing his heart out until the program was over.
THEN REALITY HIT..... AGAIN...
For the next 20 minutes all he did was worry about the stupid watch and what time it was. Then he got all the other kids around him more interesed in his daddy's watch so they were now more concerned about the watch instead of being reverent.
REALIZATION HIT AGAIN... BUT THIS TIME FOR ME!!!
When you've got toddlers.... CHURCH IS NOT A PLACE OF PEACE ---- IT'S REALLY MORE LIKE HELL.
(Sorry, I hope I don't get struck down for that one)
We finally got out of church and my dreams of my beautiful 4 year old participating in his first primary program were shattered with the reality that it was just like any other Sunday except now I was not only frazzled and frustrated (like normal after 3 hours of church with kids) but I was also embarrased that he didn't perform well for his family who came to watch and was very difficult for his teacher who had to try and take care of him and 8 other 4 year olds for the whole hour. AHHHHHH!!
NOW... WHY I WISH I WAS MALE
I don't know if it's because I'm pregnant and tired, or I just have typical emotions of a woman, but I never got over being frazzled. The day just seemed to get worse. When I couldn't take it any more, I found my self going to bed and 9:00 pm crying over what a terrible mom I was that I couldn't get my kid to sing in church and not wiggle. My life seemed to be all doom and gloom.... and this after I had just taught a lesson on being optimistic in life not 12 hours earlier!!!!! WOMEN!! If I were a man, I would have gotten over it or just tuned it all out and probably went and watched football or something. Instead, it's Monday morning, I woke up with a monster headache, tired from a restless nights sleep, and a big pile of laundry waiting for me in my closet!
BEING A MOM IS AWESOME.... REALLY!!!
Thank you all for listening to my very long venting session. Luckily, my kids as hard as they are, seemed to know I needed something a little special this morning. Avery smothered me with hugs and kisses for no reason, and Kaden woke up and just wanted to lay and cuddle in the warm covers. And as we speak, while I'm needing a little mommy time, Kaden is in his room quietly reading a book to his little sister. They truly are the greatest thing in my life, even when they are your greatest struggle. (This paragraph is the part when I am looking at the positive in life.... I guess I gotta practice what I preach!)
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