Registering and Doubts

Today I pre-registered at the hospital where we plan to have our little "Maybe".  Strange... since I keep forgetting I'm pregnant until I happen to see my belly as I pass by the mirror.  Everything was so new and different with Reagan.  I'm loving this pregnancy just as much as the first, but it's refreshing not to be counting the days till delivery anywhere near as often.  Someone asked me the other day if I was ready to have the baby.  At this point with Reagan, I think I was... this go-round, I'm not quite as anxious.  Maybe I'll be singing a different tune in the final weeks, but I'm actually okay with the pregnancy lasting as long as it needs to because we still have so much to get done.  I'm just grateful we're not moving like we were with Reagan! 

Recently, I was having doubts about our financial situation with this baby on the way, wondering how we were going to feed, clothe, and diaper two little people.  Just as soon as the words came out of my mouth, God showed me the answers, and reminded me that I need to continue to lean on Him and stop worrying.  I need to continue to remember what a blessed life I have, what wonderful friends and family I've been given, and that I should not worry!

One-Twelfth

Here I sit, the evening of February 1, 2012... 1/12 of the way through the new year... roughly 3.5 months away from meeting our little lady, and 6 months from celebrating our 4th wedding anniversary and our sweet boy's 2nd birthday!  Where, oh where, does time go?

It's amazing to me how the older you get, the quicker time seems to travel.  I can remember the 8 minutes of time-out when I was 8 years old seeming to last FOREVER.  Now it seems like every time I blink, days, weeks, months, and even years go by.  It just makes me realize how precious time is and that I need to enjoy the seemingly "little" things.

On the days when Reagan wants to be held for the entire grocery shopping trip, I need to remember to take a deep breath and smile because one day he will be too big to carry anymore and may even think he's too "cool" to be seen with me in public.  Those times I get impatient because he repeats the words "car" (cah) and "airplane" (dah-dah) 15-20 times until I acknowledge him, I need to, instead, remember to enjoy the enthusiasm he has and be thankful he can communicate with me.  Life is short and I want to be sure that time's quick passage does not rob me of enjoying it.

I feel so blessed to live the life that I have with Richard, who has the strange ability to make me laugh even when I'm annoyed with him.  He is the most patient, forgiving, and loving person.  He's everything that I'm not and more.  We are a good match because we balance each other and strengthen one another in areas of weakness.  I still feel like we compromise on everything so beautifully.  Arguments never happen and disagreements are dealt with so quickly that it almost seems like they never were there to begin with.  We are a team, as husband and wife, and as parents.  I am blessed.  God brought me to a man who makes me a better woman.

Yet another blessing I can thank God for is healthy children... one running around the house and another doing gymnastics in my belly.  Reagan's been the picture of ideal health from my pregnancy with him up to this very day.  He's growing like a weed--half an inch away from being 3 feet tall and he's only 18 months old!  My grocery bill is growing as fast as he is!  By the time he's in Kindergarten, we may have to take out a loan in order to feed him!  Little "Maybe" is growing just as beautifully.  She is measuring right on target for my projected due date, has a steady heart rate in the 150s, and moves around constantly now.  I loved my pregnancy with Reagan and have been blessed to have another healthy, enjoyable pregnancy with this little girl so far.  We're prayerful that everything continues this way until she arrives sometime in May.  God is good!

Now for a quick update on Reagan's latest developments:

Physical:
• SUPER tall, SUPER big head circumference, average weight.
• Fine/large motor skills right on target for his age... putting small things in containers and taking them back out again, walking backwards, squatting to pick things up,  scribbling with crayons, removing clothing items (found him with no pants on when I got him out of bed yesterday morning), etc.

Speech:
• Growing vocabulary, attempting to repeat words he hears, continuing to build on his ASL vocabulary as well.
• Putting phrases together such as "night night ________" or "bye bye ________" (to whatever toy, person, or room he's leaving behind).

Interests:
We haven't really pushed or encouraged him in any one direction, but have been interested in seeing what things he's been naturally drawn to... which happen to be:
• Methods of transportation (cars, airplanes, and trains specifically)
• Animals (all shapes and sizes, but he's particularly fond of squirrels right now)
• Shoes (wonder where he got that from... maybe my husband who has about 3 times as many shoes as I do?!)  He'll go into our closet, and come out with a shoe on his foot, hobbling around, excitedly shouting "shoe" over and over.
• FOOD (the boy repeatedly requests fruit, cheese, and cookies throughout the day)
• Books (but typically only when he's interested in reading... otherwise, he's constantly in motion)
• Curious George (the TV show)
• Richard's iPad ('nuff said)
• Clocks

Things he does that I love:
• Often puts his finger up to his lip and says, "Hmmmmmm..." when looking for something.
• Hides things and says, "Eee-uh-eee?" while holding his hands up in a questioning way as if to say, "Where is it?"

• Gets into large containers around the house and signs "bath" while looking at me with a huge grin on his face.
• "Argues" with me (through ASL) that a particular star he sees from the church parking lot is an airplane and that my parents' smallest dog is a cat.

And that... is all for now.

Say Whaaa?

I've heard both positives and negatives about the use of sign language with children who are not yet speaking.  So far, my experience with it as a parent has been VERY positive.  I am definitely a proponent of signing with all of our children because of the benefits we have seen come from it with Reagan.  The other day, I noted all of the words he currently can speak and those he can sign consistently.

Speaking Vocabulary:

1. Cookie (sounds like "ccccckie", no "oo" sound)
2. Dada (depending on the volume level, this could mean Daddy or Rubix)
3. Momma
4. NO (even wags his finger and makes a very stern face)
5. Sit (points down at whatever he's supposed to be sitting on, but is actually standing on)
6. Turtle (sounds like "tuttle", no "r" sound)
7. Uh-oh

Signing Vocabulary:

1. All done
2. Baby
3. Ball
4. Bird
5. Bubbles
6. Dog
7. Eat
8. Fish
9. Grapes
10. Help
11. Monkey
12. More
13. Please
14. Squirrel
15. Thank You (though he waffles between signing and speaking this one)

The amazing thing... signing nearly TRIPLES his vocabulary!  It also saves us (Reagan included) some unnecessary frustration due to his limited speaking vocabulary.  We can almost always figure out what he's asking for or talking about and he rarely gets upset because of a communication barrier!  

And now, Introducing...

MOUSTACHE MAYBE SMOTHERMAN!

Yes, that kidney bean in the photo is growing in my stomach.  Our name for this one is "Moustache Maybe" because it is due Moustache May 13th (which happens to be Mother's Day--I was born on Father's Day, so I'm hoping this one will come ON the due date) and it's a Baby.  May + Baby = Maybe

Eyes Wide Open

"Words can be a sword to the heart... Sometimes there's truth in them.  Sometimes there isn't.  Go over what [was] said to you.  If there's any truth in it, you'll have to decide what to do with it.  As to the rest, try to let it go."

I read these words in a novel last week.  Little did I know they would be advice for me this week.

On Sunday, someone visiting at church wrote a note to Richard and I and asked us to read it together, understanding it was meant in love.  I won't go into detail about the note, but will say that it mentioned observations of our parenting style that had been made on a few visits to the congregation.  It also had advice, as this individual stated she had successfully raised 9 children of her own and has helped others with their children.

I'm not going to lie.  My reaction to her letter was not Christ-like in the beginning.  At first I was defensive.  That's not us.  She's got it all wrong.  We've got to tell her what was really going on.  She doesn't even know.  Then, I was embarrassed.  If a complete stranger thinks that of us, what do others think?  Then, I was angry.  Who does she think she is, writing a note like that?!  She didn't even bother to introduce herself to me!  She didn't even get to know us before doing that!  What gall!  Then, I was sad.  I can't believe someone would think that of us.  We're trying so hard to be good parents and set a good example.  I thought we were doing the right thing.  Then, I was doubtful.  Is she right?  Are we doing things the wrong way with Reagan?  Have I had it all wrong all this time?

The more that I thought about the note, the more concerned I got about my parenting decisions, the more I began to worry about what I was teaching my son by some of my choices with him.  I cried a good bit of the way home, going over my choices in my head.  Then, the quote from my novel came back to my mind. Words can be a sword to the heart... Sometimes there's truth in them.  Sometimes there isn't.  Go over what [was] said to you.  If there's any truth in it, you'll have to decide what to do with it.  As to the rest, try to let it go.

Some of the note was purely based on assumption.  However, some of the note was truly an outsider's view of what was going on in our family.  I knew what I had to do was take the "truth" written in this note and consider what to do with it.  I truly believe everything that happens to us is for a purpose.  In my heart, I know that this stranger was teaching me something I needed to know that would help me.  It took courage for her to write that note.  She mentioned to Richard, verbally, it was meant in love.  She wrote in the note that her intent was to help, in love.  God was working through this woman to bring something to our attention that we hadn't seen before.  We talked over some things and came up with a solution to the problem we were having.  I prayed that God would take away my anger and bitterness toward this woman, to let me see the good in what she had done.  He did.  By the next day, I was no longer defensive, embarrassed, angry, sad, or doubtful.  I was resolved and thankful.  I am thankful that someone had the courage to speak up early on before the problem (we didn't realize was there) had gotten worse.