Thursday, December 31

Virginia ("little maiden")

I think the meaning of Ginnie's name really describes her well.
Last night, it was a drink of water she needed at three am.  Maybe she was a little scared to go all the way to the other side of the house to get one, because usually she has no problem getting it herself if need be.  She sort of came grown up in that sense.  After she got my attention, she politely asked, "Can you please get me a drink of ice water, Mommy?"  She is not one to ask for much ever, so naturally, I jump at the opportunity to do things for her, even in the middle of the night.
After drinking a little she simply said "thanks", then carefully placed the cup on her desk in her closet - slid the closet door shut and climbed into bed without another word.
  Tonight, around the same time in the wee hours of the morning, I awoke to find her standing next to my bed saying my name quietly, patiently, repetitively.  When I finally answered, I heard "Mommy, I need help.  My sleeve is inside out." She had used the bathroom and was trying to get her footie pajama's back on.  I helped her by turning it inside-right.  She did the rest herself and said "goodnight." -turned out the light in the hall on her way back to her room, covered herself and went right to sleep.

I am grateful for Ginnie's calm and independent ways.  I feel that her guardian angel(s) are often guiding and blessing her.  Even as a baby, she had little need of me.  She seems to have always known who she is and why she's here - and steadily trusts that she will be taken care of.
  A couple weeks ago, she woke up from a bad dream, made little mention of it, and climbed in bed with me.  I had not been sleeping very deeply, and was a little achy as pregnancy goes.  As I began falling asleep after several minutes of lying there, I realized that Ginnie was rubbing and scratching my back - which was so incredibly soothing.  I thought my little three-and-a-half year old would have fallen asleep by then.  I zoned in and out from there, and don't know how long she did that for, but it seemed like I woke up at least a few times and still felt her comforting little hand.  She seems to be learning from the best of them.  She is my little angel in training.
I believe we all have angels around us - I think she listens to them very well. She must be greatly loved and watched out for because that beautiful, calming influence is ever present with her.
Heaven is closer than we know.
  I've watched her communicate with her little sister, who doesn't talk much, and be able to very quickly figure out what she needs at any time.  She has a mother heart and finds her joy in constant service.
 As a result of how well Ginnie takes care of Angela, upon hearing Ginnie sad or in distress, Angela will yell at the top of her lungs at whoever she thinks is causing her sister distress, and even get physical to protect her (quite a sight because of Ang's petiteness and age).  She then attentively goes over to Ginnie and rubs her back, hugs and kisses her for a while, or gets right in her face and acts silly until she sees that Ginnie is happy again...no one can cheer Ginnie up like Angela.
The Lord knows exactly what to give us so we can handle life, and be blessed with what we are in need of at specific times.
I feel greatly privileged to witness these small individuals in their first years of life.
What a miracle children are.  They have so much to offer and teach to us all if we take the time to listen.

Sunday, December 27

Christmas Dresses

Lots of pictures, I know.  But obviously I'm a little excited about my digital camera.  I can finally take pictures again!

Here are the girls playing in their Christmas dresses.  They have been sick the last couple weeks so have not worn them except to go visit Santa, and Angela wasn't feeling good so was clingy enough that she screamed when we tried to put her near him...even on a rocking horse.  That didn't work.  So here is our only documentation of two new dresses that may not get much of any use.

Friday, December 25

Little Mommies












My Mom made the girls little dresses and head pieces for their dolls, as well as pillows and blankets to match their new pajama's which she also made.  Just before going to sleep tonight, I decided to sneak some pictures of them caring for their dollies.  Ginnie insisted that her dolly needed her jammies on before going to bed.



Hyrum and Ginnie just before scriptures and story time.

Christmas Day

It's been a fun day overall.  I didn't get many pictures, and am not really good at photography.  But, I did get a new digital camera for Christmas, so here is a peek of what we've been up to today.
The Boy and His Blob is our new family Wii game.  A boy explores using his blob who can change into many different tools.  His quest is to find treasure boxes, then the magic door leading to next levels.  Each new world comes with new or different tools.  He has his bouncy ball, his heavy ball, ladder, hole, anchor, trampoline and many other useful items to choose from.  It's really a great game for critical thinking.  My son and husband have pretty much been glued the entire day, and it's almost as fun watching.


Another favorite gift was a Moon Sand set from cousins.  Not my favorite to clean up, but loads of fun to  feel the texture and mold things out of.

And of course, dollies are always a favorite around here
This is a small view of the girl's room.  The white chest is what I painted and did.  I'll post more pictures later.

Wednesday, December 16

Marriage

 Marriage is refining, like no other fire I've ever felt
Pulling, tugging at one's innermost selfish qualms.
Slowly teaching tolerance, patience and love
The kind that endures through every kind of tempest.

At first, heightened emotions - thrill, excitement, dreaming.
Once that fades, reality and a different sort of high.
Part of life, part of growing as a new unit, the things
that make up strong families -
Anger, regret, impatience, cold disharmony sneak their
way in without invitation; quickly, readily.
Faith and determination, hard core commitment
pulls one through...hope that somehow, things
can change for the better, even while drowning in a
brief moment of despair.
One learns the true meaning of forgiveness, humility,
kindness, compassion.

Marriage in the real world takes great depth of character to
stick it out; coping, letting doubts and hurt depart becomes
the way to survival.  Refreshes, awakens, and eventually
triumphs over all that would drag us down as individuals.
Unity, harmony - merging as one.  Selflessness.
 Something that is so worth it, that most of it's
participator's eventually give up.

This is a very rough draft of a poem I just thought up.

I look at myself even just a year ago, and quickly see exactly how much I've grown into a stronger, more capable human being.  Capable of loving, and having compassion on a level I certainly had not reached before.  Because of this clarity, I know my trials are far from in vain.  I am becoming the woman I've always dreamed of becoming - and my man miraculously stands by me through it all.
Marriage is a blessing - it's seeming road blocks; my stepping stairs to Heaven.

Thursday, December 10

Learning

Hyrum has been reading the first set of books from hooked on phonics.  He is loving that he can sound out words and read stories.  Well, today, Ginnie asked if she could read too.  So, I let her.  She's just as quick if not more quick at reading than Hyrum is.  I haven't been working with her on workbooks or anything lately, and she sure seems to be starving for intellectual stimuli.  She catches onto things so quickly, it's unbelievable.  I'm excited to watch both of them discover the joy of reading.  Since they were babies, I've read every day to them.  I look forward to new Library books equally as much if not more than they do.

Angela is sort of turning back into a baby.  She's been extra clingy, and is having major withdrawals from her "ba" which I let her have once a day for her whole milk until now.  She now has discovered binkies which she has NEVER used or had an interest in before.  She's the type that will attach herself to someone or something very quickly and not give that person or thing up easily.  So, although our binkies were for play with their dolls before, we're going to have to hide them from now on.  I think she has a feeling she's going to be moved out of her place in the near future.  I'd like to do what I can with potty training.  I haven't done much with her, obviously.  Just let her go when she asks, but I need to not be lazy about it anymore - and let her explore her independence.  Hopefully she won't completely revert back when the new baby comes.

It's so much fun watching kids go to new phases and learn new things.  They're growing right up!
Ginnie will be old enough for preschool next year.  But I may just start her in Kindergarten depending on how I feel when the time comes.  She's always been really big, mature and smart for her age.  So I don't think she'd have a problem blending in.  Have to play it by ear though.  Meanwhile, I think I'm just as excited as she is about her being able to read on her own.

Stellaluna and Cardboard Butterflies

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