Tuesday, July 22, 2014

2581 to 2590

2581. Celebrating a friend's birthday.
2582. Laughing over old stories.
2583. Homemade strawberry yop.
2584. Surprising Patrick with two coats of paint on the deck rail.
2585. Vava sleeping in her highchair.
2586. Patrick loving me even though I burnt supper.
2587. Sam and Vava's goony conversation about eye-poking & tickles.
2588. Kissing Patrick in the car.
2589. Maltesers.
2590. Baby K shifting off that painful spot ... ahhh.

Monday, July 21, 2014

2571 to 2580

2571. A playdate with fun friends.
2572. Sam helping me with the compost.
2573. Vava wearing her pretty yellow dress.
2574. Kids eating homemade icicles.
2575. Quiet afternoon to read and post pics.
2576. Talking with my sister.
2577. Homemade honeydew & vanilla yop.
2578. Going swimming at the neighbourhood pool.
2579. Sam being so proud of floating without Patrick's help.
2580. Vava wearing her hoodie towel as Patrick carried her home.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Knit Together

I'm so glad that God keeps knitting.

Our baby boy is growing and kicking and stretching and reminding me every day that God has packed him jam-full with life.  I fell so deep in love with this verse this week: 

As you do not know the way
the spirit comes to the bones
in the womb of a woman with child,
so you do not know the work
of God who makes everything.
(Ecc. 11:5, ESV)

I love that the Bible assures us God is present in the womb - where life is, of course, God is, because He is the life-giver, the Breath of Life.  It all comes from Him.  He knits us together, bone and spirit, in the womb.  Babies don't just grow as lifeless bodies in their mothers and then begin living at birth.  They live and grow and gnaw on their fingers and suck their thumbs and play with their hair and have hiccups and stretch and wriggle and live in that womb ... spirit and bone.

My growing boy doesn't let me forget him these days.  He's active and amazing all the time. God is completing him, preparing him for life out here.  It's funny, because I sometimes forget that He doesn't stop, once we're complete babies at 40 weeks.  He keeps knitting, even after we're born.

I'm often overwhelmed by how much I need to teach and nourish and instruct Sam and Vava.  That's part of the knitting.  And they're getting to the point now where they play with each other almost every moment, and teaching them how to behave as family - to clothe their actions in kindness - is a full-time job.  I feel like I'm nattering on at them all the time.  But they're not completed yet.  They're being knit together - siblings, a family - as their characters are developing and being shaped. 

And then, of course, teaching them reminds me to look up and see who is teaching me, and to remember that I, too, am still being knit together with my siblings.  My brothers and sisters in Christ, we drive each other crazy sometimes - just like Sam and Vava.  We get in each others' faces, step on each others' toes, tattle, whine, fight ... we're in process.  We're being knit together.  We're not done. 

We're not complete and whole on our own - we're meant to be part of our family. 

Baby K is growing toward a 40-week completion date, but he's not meant to stay in there, perfect and alone.  Sure, he'd never fight with his siblings if he stayed in my womb - but he's meant for so much more than just not fighting.

I can see the tendency in myself, wanting to withdraw and longing for solitude when I'm tired of getting along with people, tired of trying, tired of putting up with them not leaving me alone.  We prepped our deck for a painting makeover yesterday.  Our neighbour offered his opinion that he doesn't like the colours we chose.  I felt it - that flash of resentment, that flare of wishing we lived alone on an island where others' opinions weren't foisted on us unasked.  My own little isolated warm untroubled womb.

But we're made for family.  None of us achieves anything on our own.  When I was born, I couldn't feed or clothe or comfort myself.  My parents cared for me, snuggled me, held me, fed me, ensured I had everything I needed to grow.  My sisters and brother bugged and annoyed and loved and taught and endured me.  People who lived before me built the infrastructure that provides me with electricity, running water, education, sanitation, and abundant food & clothing.  I enjoy all of these blessings that make life rich and pleasant.  Alone?  Left alone, I'd be long gone.  I was made for family.

That's how God makes us into the church.  Life begins with salvation, the Spirit dwelling in our tents of skin and bone, and He makes us His family.  Our brothers and sisters in Christ teach us and love us and bug us and make us laugh and help us.  We're meant for each other - we're being knit together - family. 

I take comfort in seeing my kids fighting and loving and growing together.  Those annoyances?  Evidence that God's needles are busily knitting them together into a family.  And a reminder that the hassle of getting along with my siblings is so much more than worthwhile. :)

Saturday, July 19, 2014

2551 to 2560

2551. Music that brings back the melancholy and beautiful Saturday-night oldies feeling from my childhood.
2552. Writing.
2553. My hard-working Patrick.
2554. Vava's morning cuddles.
2555. Sam trying to get Vava dressed for the day, and succeeding only in getting her naked.
2556. Getting our deck ready for its beautiful new makeover.
2557. A warm bath with eucalyptus Epsom salts ... ahhh so much relaxation.
2558. Baby boy making sure I know he's here.
2559. This amazing verse: Ecclesiastes 11:5 - as you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything.
2560. My kids teaching me gospel truth.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

2541 to 2550

2541. Laughing with Patrick - laughing so hard I cried.
2542. Vava in her orange dress.
2543. An inspiring and convicting sermon.
2544. Patrick telling me to go nap after the kids woke up this afternoon.
2545. Sam running to hug me when I woke up.
2546. Blueberry cake from our sweet neighbours.
2547. Hugs at church.
2548. Wind whipping our laundry, clouds rushing in, and the neighbourhood's dash to get clothes off clotheslines.
2549. Car already half-packed for our camping trip.
2550. Vava taking selfies with my phone.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

2531 to 2540

2531. Going to the market with  our cute kids.
2532. Picking up a book I ordered two weeks ago.
2533. Sam being so determined to earn a new dinosaur.
2534. Front porch pie & chats with neighbours.
2535. Momversations at the splash pad.
2536. Vava loving her new dress - and looking so sweet in it!
2537. Sam counting to ten so Vava would know when to give him a turn with a toy they both wanted.
2538. Vava sharing very sweetly.
2539. My new potted mesclun mix.
2540. A shower without interruptions. ♥

2521 to 2530

2521. The kids being so good while I drowsed on the couch this morning.
2522. Being able to eat toast at lunchtime.
2523. Naps :).
2524. My veggie-loving Vava.
2525. Patrick matter-of-factly climbing our 8-ft fence because I forgot to unlock the door.
2526. Patrick taking the kids to the park after supper.
2527. Vava wearing her cowboy hat around the house just because.
2528. Cuddling with Sam.
2529. The kids playing together in the bath.
2530. Sam telling Patrick and me to be best friends (sit beside each other) this morning. ♥

Thursday, July 10, 2014

2511 to 2520

2511. Waking to two happy kids.
2512. Getting the deck tidied.
2513. A visit from aunt Diane.
2514. Sam telling Vava she's so pretty.
2515. Mom advice from my sister.
2516. Patrick not minding that I forgot to put out the garbage.
2517. American ninja warrior with a mesmerized Sam.
2518. Kind friends.
2519. A little nap.
2520. Being mama.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

2501 to 2510

2501. Sam risking timeout by coming out of his room to tell me Vava wanted to say sorry to me ♥.
2502. Sam riding his scooter to the park.
2503. Vava reading her name and Sam's name today.
2504. Chatting with my parents.
2505. A productive morning.
2506. My bedspread coming off the line so fresh and bright.
2507. Chrissy coming for supper.
2508. Nana's slim.
2509. Sunshine.
2510. Patrick.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

2491 to 2500

2491. Waking up with a snuggly Sam.
2492. Teaching him that my job is to raise him, and his job is to obey me.
2493. Patrick's hilarious wish: "I'm kind of hoping that Sam secretly likes sharing." Hehe.
2494. Clean carpets! Oh the bliss!
2495. Vava rejoicing over her clean bum.
2496. Riding trikes with the neighbourhood kids up & down the sidewalk.
2497. Cuddling with the kids and Patrick for an hour before bed.
2498. A little rearranging & tidying when putting the furniture back.
2499. Comfy new lounge pants.
2500. Goat brie ... mmm.

Monday, July 7, 2014

2481to 2490

2481. Sam sympathetically asking "Aw mama, you miss your persons?" (I do!)
2482. Driving away from the dentist for a good long time.
2483. Chatting with my sister.
2484. Surviving an epic mama fail in the middle of the street in front of a daycare and a whole bunch of kid-caring pros. Survived!!
2485. A beautiful backyard play structure delivered and assembled by kind friends ♥.
2486. Finally renting a carpet cleaner ... I almost cried of happiness when I did my living room.
2487. Patrick manning the kids.
2488. A deer running gracefully through the Target parking lot.
2489. Notes from my sweet sisters in law.
2490. Pictures of beautiful Sakeji.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

2471 to 2480

2471. Sleeping in.
2472. Vava wanting to wear rubber boots with her pretty dress to church.
2473. Being on greeting duty.
2474. Our loving church family.
2475. Being reminded of the Bread of Life, the Word of Life.
2476. Friends.
2477. Afternoon naps.
2478. An envelope full of love in our mailbox.
2479. Finding the comfiest lounge pants!
2480. Cuddling down for another night's rest.