I don’t just have plant babies, you might recall. I thought I would write a bit about my real (not green- only sometimes green, after cupcakes or painting) babies, since I haven’t done that in a long time.
A Major is eight, going on nine. She’s already excitedly planning her birthday party, since it is the year she can have a bigger than normal one (ages 1, 5, 9, 13). She likes to read, write, and play with her friends. I love her budding evangelistic spirit- ever since she accepted Jesus as her Savior, she has had a real heart for lost people. She and I are doing ‘The Friend Dare’ you see on the tab across the top of this blog page. My hope is that she has a more balanced and stable approach to relationships than I did. I see a lot of myself in her, both physically and emotionally.
Big S is seven. I could not have asked for a more helpful, thorough child. It is fun to work in the kitchen with her, preparing meals. Her reading is coming along really well right now, and I see her individuality showing in her recent book choices. She likes the Sarah, Plain and Tall series (Hmmm. Wonder why.) and the Boxcar Children.
Little S is not so little. Now six, he enjoys playing outside, building with LEGO’s, practicing his reading, holding baby A Flat, and doing anything that Daddy is doing. We are celebrating the 6th anniversary of his spinal surgery tomorrow, and praising God for his completely normal development. Recently, he asked Jesus to be his Savior, and we are so happy to see him take this most important step in his spiritual development. “And Samuel grew in wisdom, and stature, and in favor with God and man.” This was said of Samuel in the Bible, then our Lord Jesus, and we hope it speaks of our boy, too.
N is four. He likes to play with “the older three” as he calls them, outside with cousins, inside with LEGO’s. I haven’t started to formally teach him to read, but his own love for books and time spent reading with Grandma Carol have him more than ready to start kindergarten at a fast pace this fall. His big birthday party is coming up, too, and he has mentioned wanting a Spiderman party. I can see cute spider cupcakes in our future.
A Minor is three. She is happily adjusting to big-girl-ness in many areas except one- her ‘binky’. When asked when she’ll ever give it up, she answers “When I’m sixteen.” She loves to change her clothes. It was getting really out of hand so I put her stuff up high in the closet. Things are better now, except that she finds things out of the laundry pile and under beds to put on. I came into the room this afternoon to find her in her swimsuit, over all her other clothing. At least she didn’t take anything off this time.
C is one. He’s the one I talk about the most lately, because he is the one I spend the most time with. His running off, I am sure, has whittled months, if not years off my life. When he is not trying to escape, he is smart as a whip, rattling off names of animals, body parts, and many other words, thanks to Grandma Carol’s patient coaching. He likes trains, lions, and shoes. Why shoes? It could be hereditary (I love shoes), but it probably is because shoes mean GO!
A Flat has never really been flat. She has nice, chubby features that go with a 9 month old baby, and has been on the move for months now. She likes to screech like an owl, loves playing with her siblings, and is an all around sweet, patient, happy child. I’ve been weaning her over the past month and have been more emotional about this experience than with any of the others. In the past I was always pregnant and so the decision to wean was made by the baby I was carrying. This time the break was more intense and difficult physically, as I am not pregnant. She is happily transitioned, however, and I am on the mend… I think. Every other day I think that, then I lapse back into pain, but here’s hoping I am really over the worst of it from today onward.
That’s a smidgen of what is going on with my little ones. Tell me something about yours.