Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Daisy and Huckleberry kept trying to get in on the fun. As you know, Daisy is our naughty dog. She kept knocking the boys down and aggravating them. That's when I pelted Daisy with a snowball.
I said, "Bubba, I got Daisy with a snowball!!!"
Bubba, "What a woman!"
Monday, December 28, 2009
The boys were fearless...they made a run down the hill before we could lay out any ground rules (like wait for other people to be out of the way before you go). Pop is hanging onto the reigns for a down-hill safety check before Bub, Southern Gentleman, and Bubba took off again!
Pop and Wubba teamed up!
Farm Chick geared up for her first run down the hill...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
for the Four Sisters Farm Hands...
Pop and Grammy moved from South Carolina to Kansas and are happily adjusting to farm life. Doc changed jobs and now has a long commute but more family time which DW and their family are happy about. EJ, Farm Chick and the Cowboys (aka Bubba and Wubba) made room in the farm house for Pop and Grammy. PhoJo, Rock Star, Superman, and Spiderman welcomed Super Girl into their home. Pretty Princess has healed from her broken leg and she and Romeo are going through all the trials and tribulations (so far) as they work toward their spring 2010 wedding.
For all these changes and blessings, we are thankful to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, "Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death—even death on a cross! Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:6-11)
Apart from God, we ARE nothing of value and we HAVE nothing of value. The Christmas Season brings us once again to the recognition that Christ CHOSE to come and save us. He is our reason for being and we find our purpose in Him alone.
We love you and hope all the joy of the season is yours...no matter what your circumstances are right now...we have the hope of eternal life that began as a baby in a manger and that hope is what we build our lives on at Four Sisters Farm.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Monday, December 21, 2009
EJ: "Why don't you scoot back a little?"
Me: "If I did I couldn't reach the pedals."
EJ: "Well, grow your stubs."
Me: "If you wanted a long legged woman you married the wrong gal. Instead you will have to settle for pure perfection."
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
A) God's Blessing
B) Great Baby
C) Girl Baby
D) All of the above
She is sweetness and light. Oh, yeah...she cries (but only a little), requires feeding and diaper changing (of course), and keeps her parents up during the night (but not excessively)...she is an incredibly good natured baby. Our little Super Girl (or "Gril" as her Super Hero big brothers say) is wonderful. Her entire family is smitten by her and you have to wait your turn to snuggle her.
She is fitting into Rock Star's and PhoJo's family just fine. Of course a 3 year old and a 2 year old have some adjustments to make and some questions about what all this baby business means in their world...they say the sweetest...and sometimes funniest things...
The oldest and wisest Super Hero is a natural at this big brother business. He is genuinely concerned and interested in the new baby "gril" at their house. His mom and dad did a great job of preparing him before she was born and he takes his job as big brother seriously and wants to do everything just right. He was talking to his mom at bed time today and asked if she fed him and snuggled him and took care of him like she does the new baby. She assured him that she did the same things for him and that she understands having a new baby sister requires some changes in the way things go at their house. Just in case there was any doubt about his motives, he matter-of-factly let his mom know that he is "trying to have good manners."
The two year old Super Hero is VERY verbal already and a tad bit opinionated about things. He takes everything in and then expresses what he thinks. When he and the three year old Super Hero met Super Girl at the hospital, they were so excited to hold her...they climbed up on the couch and their mommy put a pillow on the lap of the oldest sibling before gently placing baby sister on it. Not to be left out of anything good, he grabbed another pillow and proclaimed "I hold him! I hold him!" (He's used to all the "hims" in their family.) But so far, the most hilarious thing he's said was on the day Super Girl came home from the hospital. He was very interested in everything about it - he wanted to be sure in his sweet little way that his baby sister was taken care of. When she got hungry, Rock Star sat down to nurse her and as he watched, his expression turned from concern that the baby was hungry to near horror and shaking his head he said, "We don't eat that!!"
This last picture is just in case you have forgotten that Super Girl comes from a family of Super Heroes...she is practicing flying here...up, up, and away! (Hang on, Pop!)
We can't wait to discover her other super powers. If sweetness is a super power, she already has that one mastered!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
If you who don't speak Starbucks, this is how the sizing works...
Tall = 12oz
For all you light weights out there a short, tall or grande may sound appealing but not to those of us who are heavy drinkers. We go straight for the Venti.
So, yesterday I took two of my empty bags to the Starbucks inside my Target. I presented both bags and asked for one Venti in leui of two talls. Now, if you are doing your math you notice that I was actually asking for less coffee as 2 talls would yield 24oz and a Venti is 20oz. Not to mention I was conserving on cups as well. Only one cup to throw away versus two. I was willing to sacrifice those extra 4oz for one cup to carry.
The lady behind the counter told me that my bags were good for two tall coffees only. Not one Venti. She said that any other Starbucks wouldn't allow that either.
I looked at her and said, "Well, there is just one of me and it would be sort of difficult for me to shop with two coffees in my hands and a cart to push with two pre-schoolers inside. Not to mention that I'm actually getting less coffee than I would with two talls."
She sort of huffed and then told me she would do it just this once.
Come on people.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I started asking Bubba several weeks before the big day what kind of party he wanted to have. He settled on a Toy Story party. I asked multiple times to be sure that my pre-schooler really meant what he was saying. Not only did he want to have a Toy Story party but he also wanted to be "Woody." So, I went to work. I found a Woody costume right after Halloween. Then I found a Buzz costume on ebay for his little brother to wear at the party.
The party planning continued as I scoured the internet for Toy Story paraphernalia. I ordered the dvd of Toy Story 2. I bought cupcake toppers. I purchased toy story stickers, stamps, fruit snacks, etc. for the cousin's treat bags. I even found a Buzz Lightyear party pack and ordered it. I finished up my shopping with Toy Story PJs for both the boys to wear to bed after our rockin' party. I was ready to roll!
Then Bub and Southern Gentleman had their birthday party. It was a Star Wars theme. My children have never seen Star Wars. However, the influence of an older, cooler cousin took over. All the sudden Bubba was saying, "Mom, I don't want Toy Story. I want Star Wars!" Hmmm..."maybe next year" I would say. This continued for a while. Then for some reason he started asking for a Batman party. I can't figure out where that one came from. He just kept saying that he didn't want Toy Story anymore.
I was seriously messed up in my business. The Toy Story invitations were out. I had planned and purchased all things Toy Story. I had recommended Toy Story toys to the grandparents. I was in too deep!
As his birthday approached I made one last ditch effort. EJ and I gave him his Toy Story 2 movie. He was pumped! He and Wubba watched that movie several times before the party. By then, he was rip roaring ready to go. With only one problem. He wanted to be Buzz now, not Woody. I could deal with that. On party night we stuffed Bubba into the Buzz costume I bought for his little brother. Then rolled up the sleeves and pants on Wubba's Woody costume that I bought for Bubba. Hey, a Buzz Lightyear wedgie is a small price to pay for birthday bliss!
Monday, December 14, 2009
I had some troublesome abdominal pain this week. Not sure exactly what was causing it. The Dr. wanted to be sure it wasn't serious so she ordered a CT scan.
I drank some nasty "smoothie" that was supposed to provide contrast for the pictures. I figured that was all I would have to do.
When they got me on the table, the nurse informed me that she would be starting an IV. Oh Junk. I didn't realize an IV was involved. She told me that the liquid placed in the IV would also provide contrast for the photos.
I bravely laid my arm out and looked away while she found a vein. This is the actual conversation I had with her...
Nurse, "Now, as the contrast enters your body you are going to feel warmth and perhaps a copper taste in your mouth. You will also feel like you are peeing your pants. Don't worry, you aren't actually peeing your pants. It's just the sensation you will feel."
Me, "Come again?"
The nurse then repeats herself.
Me, "Thanks for the heads up on that one."
Good heavens, she was right! You totally feel like you just peed your pants. I wanted to laugh out loud but I figured I better behave myself so I could get this test over with.
You know what kept going through my head, a line from Christmas Vacation...
Cousin Eddie: "They had to replace my metal plate with a plastic one. Every time Catherine would rev up the microwave, I'd "pee" my pants and forget who I was for about half an hour."
Saturday, December 12, 2009
To see the man I love with the grandbabies we love makes my heart pitter-patter in a way that it never did before. There is a deep and abiding love in his heart for each of our precious grandbabies. I have always been a pretty emotional person but I have to tell you that I go into "super-grammy" mode when our daughters are in labor and delivery...it's Pop who cries when he first holds them - he can't help himself . I am so busy watching over the mommy, baby and everything going on around us that I don't have time to cry...until later...
Rock Star warned me about timing my reading of Farm Chick’s account of Super Girl’s birth so I could manage the emotion that would certainly come with it - she was right. I snuck my peek while Pop, Rock Star, PhoJo and the super heroes were in the living room...but Rock Star caught me at the computer with a big lump in my throat and eyes brimming with tears.
If God blesses us with a hundred grandchildren nothing could ever diminish the miracle of each birth nor the swelling of my heart with gratitude, praise, and grandmotherly pride. It’s been 20 months since Ladybug came along and the excitement of another granddaughter was certainly welcomed – not just by Pop and me but by our whole family…welcome Super Girl! Welcome into a big, loud, and loving family who could hardly wait for your arrival!
Nothing I have ever heard, done, said, or thought has prepared me for how incredibly blessed I feel by our children and grandchildren. To be allowed the privilege of being present and involved in the lives of each of our nine (can you believe it?) grandchildren is nothing that I take for granted.
To see our daughters as great friends of one another and allies in this journey we call life has significance way beyond anything I ever thought to ask God for. Nothing in my life has been as wonderful as sharing this time in life with Pop and with our family. All I can say is that I am so grateful to God for daughters and sons (in-laws – a term for clarification purposes only as I consider them my sons) who walk with the Lord and who are quick to give Him the glory and the praise for the gifts He has given us.
To share this journey with the man of my dreams is a bonus I don't deserve. I love you, Pop - here's to livin' the dream. Thanks for letting me live it with you.
I'm just praising God.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I asked God for a safe, quick delivery for Rock Star. I asked for a healthy baby. I praised Him for her life! I was thinking about how much we already love her. Do you know that God's word says that he knit her together in her mother's womb? Knit her together. He formed her. Conception, pregnancy and birth are not an every day hum drum experience. Life is a MIRACLE every single time. He ordained Super Girl's life. He wrote her days in His book before she even took a single breath.
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, 16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
When I got to the hospital it was 10:30am. Rock Star and PhoJo had been there since 6am. Grammy and Aunt DW were in the waiting room (they have one within her birthing room). Grammy told me that they were about to break her water. I told the girls I was a mess! I was already fighting back the tears and the baby wasn't even here yet. I told them that I had been thinking about God's promise to be faithful to a thousand generations to those who love Him and keep His commandments. Grammy shared that that verse was very important during a time when she fasted and prayed for our family. I can understand why!
Know therefore that the LORD your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands.
PhoJo was a solid source of support, always at Rock Star's side. He is so gentle and loving with his wife. They were so good at labor that you'd think they have done this a couple of times already. :)
It appeared that her contractions were coming one on top of the other pretty quickly. By 11ish or so they were cranking up the meds in her epidural to try to catch up to the pain. By 11:30am it was pretty obvious that this baby was going to make her entrance very soon! I stepped out of the room and called Pop on my cell phone. He was leaving work and headed directly to the hospital.
I stepped back in the room in time to join in as Grammy prayed over Rock Star. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that her nurse had gently laid her hand on Rock Star's leg and joined us in prayer.
PhoJo, Grammy, DW and I were all near Rock Star as she was laboring hard. At one point I realized that her legs were shaking. I caught both DW and Grammy's eyes. We know what this means. Transition. Rock Star was amazing through this stage of labor. So calm and controlled. At one point I heard DW gently touch her head and say, "Don't be afraid, you can do this."
Around 11:37am or so Pop came through the door. I motioned for him to come on in and see her before they broke down the bed and prepared for the birth. He quickly made his way in to encourage her. Then he headed to the waiting room within the birthing suite.
DW grabbed the video camera. I grabbed the camera. The medical team all got into place. PhoJo was on one side of Rock Star and Grammy on the other. The Dr. asked Rock Star if she could push through the next contraction. Rock Star said yes with a look of sheer determination on her face. A few more contractions and Super Girl was out at 11:45am. Rock Star was AMAZING. She looked like a runner sprinting through the finish line of a marathon. I'll tell you what, she is aptly nicknamed. That girl is a ROCK STAR!
Super Girl is perfection, pure perfection.
After Pretty Princess finished her final she rushed to the hospital to meet her newest little niece. (Stinkin' finals!) I waited until Pretty Princess made it before I left. I wanted to take a photo of the Four Sisters in that moment. These women are so precious. What an amazingly proud moment as we all gathered around Rock Star and baby Super Girl. We are sisters and best friends. We are so privileged to walk through this life together.
On my way home, I was listening to the song "In Christ Alone". One of the lines in that song goes like this..."From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny." Father, that is my prayer for our little Super Girl! Thank you for her life, Lord. You are too good to us. We don't deserve your grace and mercy but you give them anyway. I ask that you would continue to bless our family. We love you Lord! In Jesus Name, Amen
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Look at her darling black pumps. I mean honestly, who thinks up this stuff?
I am starting to realize that perhaps I have a bit of an unhealthy obsession with this little lady. The other day I spilled some coffee over the side and felt genuinely upset that her shoes were dirty.
Don't be too quick to judge. You all have your issues too.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Waiting on this little blessing has me thinking...
We haven't had a new born baby in this family since Ladybug was born over a year and a half ago. For a period of time were having babies ever 6 months or so. It was a whirlwind of babies and it was a lot of fun!
If you are keeping track Super Girl will make girl #3 and we already have 6 boys. Looks like the girls are still out numbered.
Maybe this is God's way of making things a little more even. After all, Pop was outnumbered by women for a very long time!
Super Girl, you are so loved! We all can't wait to meet you!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I explained to a hysterical Bubba that he just needed to rest for a while as I drove us home.
The weeping a wailing continued for what seemed like an eternity. Then Bubba regained his composure and looked at his brother.
"We're not going to sleep, are we Wubba?!?!" In his most obstinate voice.
I felt like the song "We're not gonna take it" was playing in the background. Isn't it a little early for them to form a rebellion and attempt to oust me?
The mutiny was short lived as both boys were lulled to sleep within the next 5 minutes or so. It was a fantastic attempt on their part but once again...
Win one for momma!