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My sweet baby girl turns four years old today.

Four.

My, my, where has the time gone? I cannot begin to wrap my mama mind around this fact. In the last year, Julia has become such a big little girl and has shed so many of the baby things she use to do. It’s all very bitter sweet. She started preschool, learned to swim, learned to write her name {along with her ABC’s}, started “reading” sight words and became a big sister a second time.

Dear sweet Julia Mabel,

I can’t begin to tell you what a joy you are in my life. Not to mention just how helpful you are around the house! Your infectious laughter, your desire to care for Hannah and Joseph and your never ending love for learning are just a few things that I love about you. In this last year, you’ve started asking more and more questions about the world around you. Honestly, sometimes it gets a little overwhelming for your mama, but I am so happy to be the person you trust to ask and learn from. Some of the best “Q & A” times are when you start asking about Jesus. Who He is, what He has done and how it applies to you. Each time I can see in your eyes how God is using these moments to reveal Himself to you. Then there are the songs you’ve learned at school that you are constantly singing and teaching to Hannah. My personal favorite has been your rendition of “Frosty the Snowman” which goes like this “Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul, he was made of snow on the hills of woe…”

You are a beautiful and sweet girl. It is my constant prayer that God uses you in powerful ways. That you allow not only your strengths, but your weaknesses, to be a testimony of how great your God is. Even at the age of four, I know that you will be a woman that brings this world light, just as you have done for our family.

I love you,

Mama

I am super excited to have Rosann guest posting for me today. Her blog, ChristianSuperMom, is one of my favorites. She is constantly challenging me to remember what Christ has done for me and wants to do through me. I am certain you will love her as much as I do! 

 

A few months ago, a good friend and I decided to challenge ourselves.  The challenge was to memorize Psalm 91 in its entirety and be sort of an accountability partner to make sure we each did in fact memorize it.  Psalm 91 has always had powerful and personal meaning to me, so when I finally had it memorized {three weeks later} I felt ecstatic.

Since then my plans and busy schedule have sort of gotten in the way of continuing my scripture memorization journey.  I have good intentions.  Don’t we all?  But my intentions haven’t had the desired effect of a brain filled with scripture.  Thankfully, God’s agenda is much greater than my own.  And He’s always finding ways to challenge me, not only for my own spiritual growth but for my children as well.

Lately, my six year old has been coming home from Sunday school and church youth club with parent notes indicating various scriptures the children are working to memorize.  My mission, as the letters point out, is to help my daughter memorize these specific verses.

But there are so many to learn and she has other activities and responsibilities to tend to as well {aside from having time to just be a kid}.  There’s daily homework for school.  Chores. Gymnastics.  Girl Scouts and the various fundraiser work necessary with being a Daisy.

It’s almost too much to deal with some days.  Well, for me at least…since I’m the master planner and organizer of our family schedule.  But as I’ve spent time praying and meditating over how best to accomplish this calling God keeps taking me to the words of Proverbs 22:6…

Train up a child in the way he should go,

and when he is old he will not depart from it.

 

Setting an example through our own knowledge of God’s word, while encouraging our children to memorize scripture really needs to be a priority.  I mean, what Christian parent wouldn’t want their children to have God’s word stamped on their hearts?

 

There are definitely awesome benefits to memorizing scripture!

 

  • When we know God’s word, we make better choices for our life because His word gives us wisdom.
  • When we understand who God is, we are inspired to emulate His character.
  • When we face painful trials, God’s word is our source of comfort and peace.
  • When we have scripture memorized, our prayers become more powerful as we pray God’s word back to Him.

 

So what can we do to help our children learn and memorize God’s word?

 

We can start by praying for God’s wisdom and guidance, while also praying for our children to embrace His truth into their heart.  Then we need to put together a plan of action.

 

Here are a few things I’m implementing in our home as part of our plan of action.  What excites me about this plan is that my children aren’t forced to learn a bunch of complicated words alone.  Instead, it’s a family event where each of us will gain the benefit of knowing God and His word better.

 

Memorize Together.  Turn it into a fun family challenge and encourage one another.  Hold each other accountable.  Have a contest to see who can memorize the selected scripture first.  Allow each family member to choose the reward they will get if they win the challenge.

Study The Scripture Together For Understanding.  Scripture isn’t always easy to understand the first, second, or even the tenth time we read it.  If our children don’t understand it, memorizing it will hold very little meaning or worth.   Have a family scripture study time.  Read, dissect, discuss, and apply it to your child’s daily experiences.  This will go a long way in helping them remember the verse.  Have your child draw a picture of what the scripture means to them.  Then have them write the scripture into their masterpiece and hang it in a special place.

Post Scripture Throughout The House.  Deuteronomy 6:9 tells us to “write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates,” so do just that!   Get creative if you like.  Use pretty cardstock or simply hand write it on a piece of scratch paper.  Then tape it to various places within the home where family members are most likely to see it…on the bathroom mirror…the refrigerator door…the coat closet.  You get the picture.  {I’ve also heard of using a dry erase marker on the bathroom mirror, but I’ve not personally tried this method.}

Include It With Daily Homework.  Keep a homework file handy at home.  Place all To Do assignments your child has for the school week within the folder.  Include the scripture needing memorized.  During daily homework time, have your child read the scripture multiple times.  For new readers this will broaden their reading skills and repetition is a great memorization method.  Writing the scripture multiple times will also speed up the memorization process, but this may be viewed more as punishment than something enjoyable.

There are so many ways to assist your child with memorizing scripture…and reap the benefits yourself!  Just be sure to keep at it, lovingly encourage your child, and provide the best learning platform there is – your example.  Who knows…one day you might be pleasantly surprised to witness your child encouraging one of their peers through God’s word.

 

Rosann is currently residing in Western Pennsylvania with her husband, Mark, and their daughters, Faith and Abigail.  After spending more than 15 years working in the auto finance industry, she now enjoys life as a stay-at-home mom.  Writing for her blog ChristianSuperMom, Rosann has a strong desire to glorify God while sharing the heart of her journey through a life of faith.

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I love my girls. Like, deep-passionate-they-are-my-all type love. And frankly, I think girls pretty much rock. But when we found out that we were having a little Joseph, I was thrilled. Boys seem like little cuddly Tasmanian devils to me {meaning, cuddly little balls of energy}. Yet, I have no real mommy experience when it comes to little men, so I was super glad when Alicia agreed to do a guest post on her thoughts on raising boys. 

I am the oldest of 5 girls (with one little brother thrown in the mix). Tea parties, dress-up, coloring princess pictures, quietly reading, imaginary fairy games, and painted toenails were common affairs.

Now, I’m pregnant with my second BOY. Our 1st little boy is almost 2 and of all the things listed above, there has only been a bit of quiet reading. But there has been huge fascination with things like bikes, tractors, dinosaurs, trucks, sticks, sand, water, noise, and BUGS. I’m just beginning my journey of learning how to raise little boys, but so far I’ve discovered that:

1) Mess = fun. The same goes for noise. Which means that this quiet-craving, neat-freak mama has to relax. Toys were meant to be dumped out in loud crashing glory. Puddles are perfect for splashing. One of my son’s favorite activities is to “help” me wash the dishes, which means more work on my part. It involves water on the floor, dishes rewashed, and squeezing my 7 1/2 month pregnant self in between the counter and the chair that he stands on. But is it worth it? Oh yes.

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2) He needs to take risks. On the playground, I step back and try not follow behind him every step with cautionary “be carefuls.” He’s very young, so the risks aren’t very big yet…but I know that will change.

3) The fact that “boys will be boys” does not mean that my son has to be an ill-mannered, reckless destroyer. He can respect boundaries and learn to use his “quiet voice” when the baby is sleeping. Being a boy is not a ticket for disobedience. And little boys can learn manners at a very young age! Lately, my reward (after much patient training) has been my son’s sweet voice saying “Tay-tu, Mommy!” (Thank you, Mommy!) and “Pees” (Please).

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4) He needs a firm hand. I’ve learned to command instead of suggest. Mommy’s word goes. I cannot be swayed by the waves of his emotions or will. When I enforce my words, life is simpler and happier for all of us, and my son is content.

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5) Regular “rough love” is a must! Tickles, pillow fights, and chases are like medicine to him, and his squeals of delight are like medicine to me.

6) The cuddles and affection of a little boy will fill your heart to bursting!

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7) Having a little boy is thousands of times more glorious than I thought it would be. There is always adventure around the next corner.

What is your biggest challenge or lesson learned in raising little boys? 


–Alicia is a tea-drinking, book-reading, sushi-eating, candle-lighting, bread-baking gal who loves her family and all things domestic. She is a stay-at-home-mom to one squishy little boy (with the second on the way), wife to Andrew, and blogs regularly at Alicia’s Homemaking.

I’m thankful for our transformed backyard that has become an oasis for the girls and me.

I feel like my introduction to mama of three has been sink or swim, survival of the fittest.

We brought Joseph home early Saturday morning. Sadly, my parents weren’t able to stay the following week with us {as we had hoped} and left Sunday. Tuesday morning, at 0-dark early, Jonathan took a plane to California. Yep, California. 1,800 miles away. If you do the math just right, you’ll figure out that Joseph was only 4 days old. Sink.

Thankfully, we live in a Mayberry like community that was a tremendous help during the day helping out with the girls and then bringing us dinner the three nights Jonathan was gone. Swim.

Wednesday night, Joseph woke up to feed and went straight back to bed 45 minutes later {he’s a quite the nurser}. 30 minutes later, he woke up screaming. I got him up to burp {a lesson learned with Julia} and tried helping him get out any gas he might have. As I’m going through this process, Julia comes into my bedroom complaining of an earache. We’re all up for the next 1.5 hours. Sink.

After spending three days on my own with all three kiddos, I feel pretty powerful. Even had our first successful outing yesterday afternoon. Swim. 

In the end, no matter just how hard things are, just how thin my patience and sleep run, just how completely overwhelmed and out of control I feel, I can take a look at my cuties and know :: I’m glad I jumped in the water.

What’s your Friday joy?

Joseph Judea {aka Joseph J, Jude, Baby Brother}
Born at 11:08pm on 11/4/11 {his due date, just like big sister Julia}
Weighing 8 pounds 13 ounces and measuring 20 inches

On Friday morning I woke up and ironically tweeted/facebooked this ::


Three hours later, my water broke. Just like my labors with the girls, it took a good hour before contractions set in. So I walked. And walked. And walked. During this time, we got the girls to a friend’s house and talked with our delivering midwife, Monika.

Around 1:30pm, we went to the birthing  center. Contractions were about 2 minutes apart, but were not all that painful and were relieved when I rested. But being a third time “quick laborer” Monika felt better if I was nearby in case I transitioned quickly.

Once at the center, I was dilated to 4cm {no change from my check up earlier in the week}. Jonathan and I decided to go walking outside. After an hour, the contractions were picking up in pace, but I was getting tired. We went back into the center and Monika gave me some herbs for cervix stimulation and had me lay down. After a good hour of light sleeping, I realized I had completely stopped contracting. Monika gave me more herbs and Jonathan and I tried walking to bring back the contractions. By 5pm, no progress had been made. We opted to try pumping to create stimulation. I went 15 minutes on, 15 minutes off. Around 6pm contractions were back, but still easy to get through. By 7pm they were causing me a good amount of pain, but were still only coming 2-3 minutes and lasting only 45-60 seconds.

Finally by 8pm, things began to pick up speed. The contractions weren’t getting closer together, but the intensity was overwhelming. I was having to focus on my breathing and bear down from the mounting pressure. Somewhere around 9pm, we decided I should get into a hot shower to help alleviate the pain. This would later prove to have been a mistake.

After 30 minutes in the shower, I was getting overheated and started having the urge to push. I came back out into the room to cool off. Things kept progressing when I said I needed to pee. While sitting, I had more contractions and the need to push was paramount. Monika said to groan through it and lightly push to help open my cervix. At this point things got dicey. While sitting, I couldn’t cool down and began feeling light headed. Everyone started placing cool rags on my back and chest, while Monika kneeled in front of me to maintain communication. Suddenly I felt like I needed to throw up. I stood up, but got very dizzy and sat back down. By this time, I was loosing focus and my ears began ringing {a big uh-oh for me}. I muttered something about feeling faint and then…

I fainted.

I woke up in a complete blur laying on the bathroom floor. Monika was lifting my legs, Jonathan was by my side running my arms and my mom was kneeling by my head. Everyone was telling me to take long slow breathes. It took a good bit for me to realize what was happening. A few contractions hit and then I remembered. I was finally able to get to my feet, and Jonathan held me up while I made it to the bed. By this point I was shivering. I couldn’t stop shaking and felt ice cold. Several sheets and blankets were put on top of me to help warm me up and calm me down.

During this time, my contractions were coming much stronger and beginning to piggy backing. I screamed out my need to push, when Monika gave me the go ahead. I began pushing while Monika massaged {aka, pushed back} the top of my cervix that was still remaining {swear words may or may not have been said – having your cervix “massaged” is a lot more painful than it sounds, especially during contractions}. I knew we were making good progress when I felt the dreaded ring of fire as Joseph began crowning. After what seemed an eternity, Joseph made his way into the world. He was/is a happy healthy baby and already a champ at latching on and eating.

After he was born, I had some major blood loss. I can recall hearing Monika say “her uterus is squirting blood everywhere” {nice mental picture, huh?}. A good 45+ minutes passed with Monika, my mom, the birth assistant, and a second midwife all administering pitocin shots, an IV for fluids, and trying to clamp my uterus to stop the blood loss. Thankfully, while I suspected things weren’t going well, everyone kept reassuring me all was fine. It wasn’t until 6am, and Monika knew I was completely in the clear, before she said they were flirting with the idea of transferring me to the hospital because of the amount of blood I had lost. Praise God for His hand over my life and for keeping me safe!

We were discharged by 8 this morning. They kept us a little later {typical discharge is 6-8 hours after delivery} because they wanted to make sure my bleeding didn’t pick up again. Praise to God again that everything has been smooth sailing since they first got the blood loss under control.

Now about Joseph Judea ::

I have already related how we decided on Joseph, but not Judea. Judea was only recently decided upon. For weeks, we had been considering another name, but it never sat right. Then a week before Joseph was born, Jonathan brought up Judea. We love it for several reasons ::

1. Judea was the birth place of Christ {Bethlehem is located in Judea}.

2. In Acts 1:8, Christ tells the disciples “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere—in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.
While re-reading through Acts recently, this verse stood out to Jonathan. He was struck with the thought that he is starting and building a legacy founded on Christ for our family and that Judea is the next step in carrying on that legacy {the Gospel going first to Jerusalem and then Judea}. We both love that our legacy is being passed on to our children {and their children, etc}.

3. Judea is the land of the Tribe of Judah. Our own Judah is, and always will be, dear to us.

4. We just love the name Judea {which is derived from Judah and means The Praised One} and love the nickname Jude. And to make it even better, Joseph Judea has his own Beatles song {Hey Jude}, just like his sisters {who have the songs Julia and Michelle}. Yes – that was all planned and thought out, we are crazy folk like that.

Thanks you everyone for all your prayers and support over the last few weeks as we waited for Joseph Judea. We are beyond thrilled to have him in our arms. And I should say, Julia and Hannah are equally as smitten with him as Jon and I are.

 

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It’s Monday. Typically I am not a fan of Mondays. You know, since it’s the ruiner of the weekend and all. But this Monday is an exception.

Julia went to school today in her pajamas. And it isn’t because I am that kind of mom {though I am}, but because they are having a pajama party today.

Then I realized, if Julia gets to spend the day in her pjs, shouldn’t Hannah and I also?!

Take that Monday!

We’ve been cloth diapering for the last 3.5 years. We started when Julia was about 6 months old and haven’t looked back. There are so many things I love about cloth diapering, the biggest being my belief that it has helped with smooth potty training transitions.

But one cloth diapering aspect I’ve never tried is cloth wipes. It’s always been in the back of my mind, I just haven’t made the plunge. Until now.

This week I found a yard of fleece for $2 at Hobby Lobby. And while fleece isn’t the number one choice for cloth wipes {flannel or terry cloth are}, I figured I don’t have much to lose. And the fact that it’s an awesome deer print pretty much sold me {I’m a sucker for random, off the wall fabric}.

I measured our wipes box {which is 8″x4″} and then cut my fabric to fit the box accordingly. The best things about fleece is that you don’t have to sew it, since it won’t really fray. However, I found that the wipes seemed a tad too small, so I decided to sew two 8×4 pieces together.

They aren’t the prettiest things in the world, but they are for a baby’s bottom after all. They are super soft and I’m hoping they will do the trick.

 

Have you ever used cloth baby wipes?

 

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One thing I am most grateful for in my girls is that they are good eaters. For having a 2yo and 3yo, we have very few “food fights”. Sure, the occasional issue arises, but mostly they are willing eaters of any thing I make. While I am far from a short order cook {my policy is, if you don’t like what I made, don’t eat}, I do struggle with lunch.

Right before lunch my girls are clawing my eyes out they are so hungry. But as soon as their plates are on the table, it’s like they’ve become complete monkeys. They pick at their favorite foods. Julia tells me her belly hurts. Hannah is off chasing Jack. Lunch takes an hour. It’s like our own “hour lunch break”. Though it’s not nearly as relaxing as my hour lunch break before I had kids.

Then a couple of weeks ago, I decided to try something new. I sectioned off their lunch into a muffin tin. I had read a few years back about how Michelle, at Muffin Tin Mom, put her kids’ food in muffin tins to make it more exciting. Talk about a food revolution. I don’t know what it is about eating out of a muffin tin, but my girls love it. Perhaps it’s all the choices they get {and that they get to decide on their second helping option}. Perhaps they like that it’s unconventional and new. Whatever the case, lunches are going so smoothly {well, to be honest, they aren’t always smooth, but smoother}.

One of the great things about muffin tin meals, is that it makes me focus on giving Julia and Hannah well-rounded meals. Meats, dairy, veggies, fruits and some carbs. Plus, when the pantry gets low right before grocery store days, having a muffin tin really stretches my imagination on the food front.

What ways do you switch up lunch time? Do you have picky eaters or willing eaters?

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Since having kids, God has really shown me my need for communicating with Him through prayer. As the girls get older, it has become even more evident. Today, I have the honor of guest posting for Rosann at Christian SuperMom about The Power of a Praying Mother. I’d love for you to check it out.