amelia · ramblings · summer

Saturday Ramblings

I’m stealing away from my girls and Joshua for a few minutes while they’re lounging on the couch stuffed with blueberry muffins watching a movie and avoiding our laundry list of outdoor chores.  Amelia is doing this.

She wanted cereal with milk like her sisters.  And actually, she did a really good job eating it!

Today we have chores like neatening up the yard that I attempted to cut the other night.  This is why I had no Thankful Thursday post.  I thought I’d do Joshua a favor and mow at least part of our little lot, but I think I made it worse.  The girls were mad because I mowed them a path through their “wild garden.”  Oh, well, at least I got thirty minutes alone where all I heard was a constant roaring which might be an occasional improvement over shrieking.

We’ve kept pretty low-key busy this week.  I finally sorted and framed a bunch of pictures, just in time for Katie’s announcement that she won’t be photographing families anymore.  So, I feel like I should definitely treat the ones (like in my header) from our October photo session with care.

I took the girls to see the new Winnie the Pooh movie.  I love that a review I read last week said Pooh was the only one man enough to challenge Harry Potter on opening weekend.  And even though I spent some time with Mr. Potter first, this new charmer from Disney was well worth it.  Of course, I spent the majority of my time corralling Amelia who squealed, “Beep, beep!” every time she ran into my legs blocking the aisle, and finally I had to take her out because every time Eeyore came on screen (which was a lot considering it’s a film about the 100 Acre Woods crew finding Eeyore’s tail) she called out, “MOOOO!”  I tried to explain that Eeyore is a donkey, but such subtleties are lost on a one year old.

By the way, I don’t endorse taking children Amelia’s age to the movies because they are disruptive for others, but I didn’t have much choice and I’d already promised her sisters and they cleaned the bathrooms as part of their eagerness to go, so what’s a mom to do?

Speaking of Potter, I think there’s a crazed fan on the loose in the Sham.  I’ve spotted two stop signs this week with graffiti that makes the sign read, “STOP VOLDY.”  Personally, I find this hilarious, though I also can’t condone defacing stop signs.

But they are just one of the strange sightings my small southern town has to offer.  My neighbor up the street has a Statue of Liberty in her yard.  Two months ago I thought maybe it was there temporarily waiting on VBS, but now I think it’s their new yard art.

I walked past it several times last night while helping Madelynne learn to ride her bike.  We made her use her own money to buy a new one after she left hers behind her daddy’s truck one too many times.  And because it’s a bigger bike, no training wheels.  No training wheels means lots of frustration for my perfectionist daughter who’d rather not do something if she can’t do it right the first time.  But she’s finally getting the hang of it.  Last night she rode around the entire cul-de-sac by herself.  Maybe I’ll be able to let go long enough to take pictures next time.

This is what I gave Joshua for our anniversary.  Printed out on copy paper instead of a card.  I found it here at a fun new blog I’ve been following.

I’m on the hunt for some new art for the house.  I’m hoping for a Family Rules sign by fall.  I’ve seen a few I like, but let me know if you have a good source or a good idea or want to help me start embracing the idea that we’re going to be living in this house for twice as long as we ever intended.  
And now Joshua has gotten all the girls dressed and outdoors, so I guess I better join the Saturday morning work fun.
amelia · motherhood

Stop the Screaming!

I know people have all sorts of names for the infamous pacifier, and God bless the inventor of this lovely scream stopping contraption. 

My big girls called theirs “nite-nite”.  Belle just always said whatever Madelynne did and Madelynne started calling it that when she realized she only got it at bedtime.  That was when we more zealous about the paci habit so it wouldn’t be as hard to break. 

Well, Amelia has broken us.  I try to keep it put up, but sometimes it’s all that will stop the ear-splitting shriek she’s been perfecting the past few weeks. A shriek of anger, delight, annoyance, joy…doesn’t matter as long as she’s making noise.  And in the true fashion of a third child asserting her right to possessiveness, what do you think she calls her paci? 

“MINE!”

applesauce on her chin…her new grin for when i pull out the camera…no idea where her mine is
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She thinks she’s a super hero.  A baby who can climb the ladder to the top of sissies’ bunk beds, can figure out that the kitchen chair to the top of the table isn’t too high and puts her at an advantage for more Frosted Flakes, one who truly believes that an arm cross and a firm “uh-uh” is going to save her from the agony of another nap.

She’s only 16 months old.  Sheesh, what am I going to do?

It’s not even July yet, and she’s already learned so many habits from those sissy monsters.  Like how to color outside the lines (or on the coffee table), how to slide down the big water slide at the Elrod’s, how to give a grin that melts my heart and my resolve.  What a mess.

I love it.  I hate it.  I miss my baby who cooed and snuggled and stayed in one place.

But she’s gone. And in her place is a sweet little Millie-Monster who has a fiery temper, a feisty temperment, and a fresh take on being the baby. 

Her sisters call her a big girl already.  Especially when I defend her for making a mess of Madelynne’s dollhouse or destroying the artwork hung too low on the fridge.  “She’s NOT a baby!” They tell me emphatically.  Well, maybe not.  But she’s my baby.

She’s talking more, though “uh-uh” and “uh-huh” she deems sufficient for everything.  We’re working on please, but at least she’ll attempt “thank you” after she gets what she wants.  Last night she made me read her favorite lift-the-flap books a half dozen times so she could moo and buzz and oink

Sometimes the only way she’ll decide she’s through with dinner and demanding “moe, moe!” is when Daddy says, “Are you ready for a bath?”  Head bobbing and arms up, she babbles, “Baff, baff!” 

She’s a water bug.  Later this week, I’ll post swim lesson pictures.  She’s most put out she’s not participating.  Yet another activity for the sissies.  No wonder she wants to grow up.

amelia · monday · project 52

Miscellany Monday Meets Project 52

Disclaimer: Don’t read any further if you’re counting carbs or watching calories.

I obviously don’t believe in either of those activities since I’m overly pleased with my Pioneer Woman Chicken and Dumplings that capped off our crazy week 52.12.

It was cold and rainy all weekend, but inside the chocolate factory of Willy Wonka all was pure imagination.  Our annual middle school spring musical was a great success, though I must say I’m pretty partial to the performance of two little squirrels, myself.

But afternoon rehearsals make for long days and tired kids (and mommies).  So today, instead of trying to get my own routine back at Jazzercise, I opted for home and the couch and an afternoon mug of hazelnut coffee to ward off the late March chill.  It turned cold Friday and Joshua fussed when I turned the heat back on.  But poor Amelia, her lips were blue!

We think we (and by we I mean our wonderful family doc) have figured out the problem with Amelia’s thumb.  Looks like “trigger thumb” which is actually a congenital defect that may require surgery.  Normally, I’d be freaking out by now, but in the midst of all that’s happened in our lives lately and in comparison to the tragedies of Japan, it seems a small, fixable nuisance.  I’m sure I’ll be singing a different song if surgery actually becomes a reality, but for now I’m reveling in blessed assurance that Jesus is holding that sweet little hand, bent thumb and all.

See how her left thumb is bent?  It stays like that all the time, but it doesn’t hinder her–especially when food is anywhere near.

Link up at lowercase letters and write random.

Happy Monday!

amelia · birthdays

..and then she was one…

Despite having a shadow over our weekend, we celebrated Amelia’s birthday with lots of icing, a few friends, and only a moment or two of tears from Mommy.

How do they go from so small she’s just a tiny dark head in our family picture to the icing eating toddler you’ll see below?

We’ve had to reschedule her party for next weekend and I missed all the blog milestones I was “supposed to” mark this week…oh, well.  We’ll just keep celebrating all week.

Thank God we are not judged on what we are supposed to, but rather on how much love we share.  This past year we have been blessed with more love, more joy, and more completeness.  Happy Birthday, Amelia…you are a joy and a blessing each and every day. 

Starting the morning off with birthday candles in the Pillsbury Orange Roll

Sharing ice cream with Annabelle while picking out birthday cake at Ingles

Running to Mrs. Mary Lynn

Yummy cupcake

Sharing with the Tinsley boys

Jensen’s icing looks better

Homemade black olive and cheese pizza for birthday supper…that’s right Amelia loves black olives…my kids are weird

Give me some of that!

Yum-O!

These big sisters love their baby.