Love is...

well...magical



Happy Love Thursday

Yay! Snow!

As pathetic as the snow is...the ice was monstrous. We are snow lovers. But we came here from Minnnesota. Unfortunately the kids have lost their thick skin.

This was 6am




This was 6:10am

Love is...

divine.




"and a voice came from heaven, saying, You are My Child, My Beloved! In You I am well pleased and find delight!"
Luke 3:22


Happy Love Thursday

Ladies and Gentleman, we have a sleeper!

I know I know, I'm jinxing everything I'm about to say. But I am so crazy excited I can't hold it in!!!

My baby...she sleeps. We've had regular nights of 6 hour stretches (11p-5a) for a couple of weeks and last night it was 8 hours and 15 mins!! Can you believe it?!?!

This is unheard of in our Clan. NONE of my children have slept for 6 hour stretches until after 8 months! 8 months!! But not this Ladybug. *sigh* She may be the perfect baby.

...kinda makes you want to have another

*sigh* How do I ever put her down...

Love is...

Never needing sleep the way your Daddy does.

Happy Love Thursday!

People ask me quite frequently why I have so many children. The question surprises me every time. I have never been able to put a one sentence answer to the question...until now. Until Max.

Yesterday, I spent the entire day in bed, miserably ill with mastits. Miserably. 103.8 degree fever. deliriously painful breast. I was in bad shape. Luckily, the antibiotics and megadoses of ibuprophen kicked in fairly quickly and by this morning I was able to get up. I had to. Bob had important meetings he had to go to and couldn't afford to miss another day of work.

So, I got myself up. "Are you feeling better, Mommy?" Max asks me.
"Better, darling."
"You still look sick."
"Well, I'm not completely better. But I am better."
"I wish you were completely better."
"Soon, darling, soon"

We all made our beds, I got the kids' clothes out and asked them to get dressed so we could start school. I showered, giving Fiona a steam bath because we have a cold going around the family, got dressed, and was beginning to dry my hair. That's when it happened.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this figure go bouncing by the bathroom door. I looked up in time to see it go bouncing back the other way. It was Max, putting on his shirt in a manner that most vaudevillians would be jealous of. As he bounced back and forth outside my bathroom in various stages of dress, his shirt on upside down and then finally right side up, hopping on one leg as he puts on his pants only to have to hop on two legs because he gets both feet into one pantleg (this is very sophisticated comedy for a four year old!) The most joy filled laughter swells up from my belly. I am laughing so hard, and I am so in love that I am overwhelmed. I begin crying with happiness and laughter. And then it strikes me. God has just passed before me and I had seen His face. And I was frozen. Frozen in that moment of complete joy. But, I was also in overwhelming awe. I seriously bent down and took off my shoes. (ok my pink fuzzy slippers the kids gave me for my birthday.) My bathroom floor had become sacred ground.

So that is why I have so many children. God shows His face to me through the faces of my children.