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It is official I have two very sweet little boys who love their sister very much. It is fun to see them develop their own personal little routines with the baby and each other.
I man gets the biggest smile whenever he sees her and then he finds her feet and gives them no fewer than ten kisses apiece. He says, ” my sister my sister my sister.” And he loves to snuggle up with her and I in the rocking chair to rock and cuddle. It is such a precious time.
Super S likes to hold Miss P and tell her all about his day. For example, the books he read, his favorite TV shows, what he had for dinner, how cute she is it goes on and on. And if I am doing something with I-man he tells me you have two boys Mom. Two boys. Reminding me in his oh so subtle way that he would like to be included as well. So yes, we often have all four of us piled in the rocking chair rocking and snuggling.
It is the continuing challenge of mothering three little ones to find one on one time with each child and time where there are no children and I can be alone with my thoughts. I had my first solo trip with Isaac to the grocery store and he loved it. He talked with everyone who would give him the time of day. Big smiles and hi’s and bye’s. And he loved putting everything into the cart. I hope to find more mini date times with him because he is a fun date.
This weekend. More organizing and planning. It’s a three day weekend so hopefully we can get a little family fun involved as well. That’s our week in review.
We had a lovely Valentine’s Day as a family. Super S loved the candles and I man loved the meal. So fun was had by all in their own ways. We all thought that the pineapple upside down cake was the best part of the meal.
I used Eva Longoria’s recipe. It is one of those recipes that I will definitely make again. Splurge on the cake flour it makes the texture of this cake so moist and tender even better than a box cake. It was seriously delicious.
Miss P slept through the whole affair which was a treat for me because I got to eat with the family! In other news she weighed in at 6 lbs 2.5 ozs on Valentine’s Day. And the fat rolls that she is developing are really quite beautiful. They make a mommy proud!
And my husband’s gift to me was a new camera. So the pictures that I share will definitely improve and that is very exciting! I cannot wait to learn how to shoot and edit better.
So that is the Valentine’s Day report.
It is a weird day really. I mean the origins are pure and the idea is lovely but somehow mixed in to all the sweet sentiment are those years when the expectation of the day didn’t live up to the reality. So I’ve been thinking about how I want my children to view Valentine’s day. And I quickly rejected the cheesy romantic angle and instead decided how fun would it be to make a candlelight dinner for all of us to enjoy together. Make it a day to celebrate our family and the love we have for each other.
So our Valentine’s day tradition has been born. And as soon as we have all woken up from a nap (can you believe it they all went to sleep at the same time?) we will decorate and cook for when daddy gets home.
A full report with pictures will be posted tomorrow 🙂
The Sin Of Omission
by Margaret Sangster
It isn’t the thing you do, dear;
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flower you might have sent, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of brother’s way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
That you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.
The little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
Which every one may find
They come in night and silence
Each chill, reproachful wraith
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great;
To suffer our great compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it’s not the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
I first read this poem as a little girl and it rang as true then as it did today. I think I often struggle with feeling that I should be doing so much more. It is a feeling that has haunted me for the majority of my life. And it isn’t just big things. Even little things like being a blessing to my children and to give encouragement the people around me. It is when I fail at those small tasks that I feel sad.
But, as Anne in Anne of Green Gables said, “Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
Today was a beautiful day. It felt like spring in the middle of February. As a result I was able to take all three of my babies outside to play for the first time. The kids cleared leaves from the garden. They rode the tricycle and they ran around like crazy nuts. And Miss P just hung out with Mommy. It was a wonderful domestic kind of day.
And a dear friend had her third child. And I am so excited for her family to welcome their little girl. She was due in the same month as Miss P was and we were both so excited to have them due so close. Well they both rejected their due date months. And somehow I am thrown into reflection about how blessed I am to have a healthy little girl who is just a joy and a completion to my heart of hearts. A little girl who is gaining weight every single day. A little girl who is learning how to grasp at things and is very close to rolling over. I have two absolutely gorgeous healthy little boys who always keep me on my toes and who simultaneously smile and frustrate me on a daily basis. A support system that is out of this world amazing. And all of that is in addition to having way more than our basic bodily needs.
In fact a childhood song comes to mind. Running over, running over, my cup is full and running over, since the Lord saved me I’m as happy as can be.My cup is full and running over.
I am blessed.