Wes Dedication

We dedicated Wes at church on Sunday. Here is the big fail: we forgot to take pictures. My dear mother took two. One of Wes and one of Wes and I. I guess the second child always gets jipped on pictures.

We love you sweet baby. And just as we have prayed for Owen, we pray that you will grow into a man who knows and loves the Lord....and follows hard after Him!

Hard isn't bad, just hard!

So says our wise Pastor, Mark Vroegop.

Which is where we find ourselves today. Faced with something potentially hard...which would be: trying to sell our house. Trying to figure out how much money we can afford to loose and still have a down payment for a new house. Trying to learn how to live in the tension of...we think its the best plan to get out of our (quickly demoralizing) neighborhood, but if we can't....we trust in the protection and grace of God to cover us.

The plan. The plan was never to live here forever. The plan was to live someplace centrally located so we could be near our families, our work (north at the time for me and south for Josh) and to live within our means. Our home on the north-west side of Indianapolis solved these problems for us. We imagined our home would provide enough room for us to start our family here, and then we would move--to a different township offering better public school options. Of course we couldn't have anticipated what the economy was going to do when we bought our home nearly seven years ago. (how much do we wish that we were just renters coming into a buying situation!? things would be GREAT then! :) So instead of our home being an investment it has depreciated well below what we even owe on it. Which is, well, sad. Frustrating. Humbling. Because, its out of our hands. Well out of our control. We can't do much about it. I'm thankful that we didn't make all the upgrades that I wanted to make over the years because we'd only be loosing that much more. Ugh.

I hadn't even anticipated putting our home on the market until this summer. Because...well...because I didn't want the hassel. I have a newborn. I nurse him every 2-4 hours. I have children that nap AND its winter...where are we supposed to go all the time for showings? Super inconvenient. I was in no rush. Our relator convinced us to list anyways in hopes of getting the highest return on our house...because its likely that there are going to be hundreds of more foreclosures released in the next several months that could potentially drop our home value even more. Sigh. More sighs.

So, we have a sign in our yard :)

(I'm trying to upload a picture of our house with the sign in the front yard...but having a hard time...so...just use your imagination :))

We've listed our house. We spent the weekend making small upgrades to the house and cleaning and de-cluttering...and cleaning and de-cluttering...and...you get the idea.

So pray...pray that we can sell our house. I feel...strangely peaceful about it all. I don't know. I'm just not worried. I know that God knew our situation would happen long before we even anticipated and I know he is GOOD and wants good things for us. For the first time in a long time...about something kind of big...I'm just weirdly calm about it all. Our house meets our needs. We are warm. We have food to eat and clothes to wear. Many, many people do not. And, on top of all that--I get to stay home with my children. All day. Every day :) What a luxury. We need to live well in light of that and really keep perspective about things.

So there it is...something hard to figure out....but, hard isn't bad, just hard.

Happy Monday all :)

Edited to add: I also thought about titling this post "Forget Maui" (since we had planned to go to Maui in the fall, but likely won't since our lovely house will demand any extra cash we had in savings) but decided to go with the more spiritual title. Just in case :)

Things that Owen says (or has said)

"Dad, I just have a quick question. The question is, I spilled applesauce on my comfy pants and well, can you get it off for me?"

"Mom, if I had those...things....I could feed Wes and then he could sleep with me for naps" (Me: "Baby, only mama's can feed their babies like that) "WHY?" (Me: Because that's the way God made it) "Well, thats just silly".
"I love you mom" (its true, he tells me this all the time. how lucky am I? :))
"When I grow up I'm going to turn into a bird and fly in the sky"
Said to me today (3.1.11) while I was nursing Wes, who has a terrible cold; "Mom, you shouldn't be giving Wes milk because he has a cold and when you have a cold you can't have milk. You should give him chicken soup like you give me when I am sick" :)

To be added to. I'm sure.

Four Months of Wes

Sweet, sweet boy. You are four months old today.

You weigh almost 14 lbs. You are about 26.5 inches long...and...I hate to break it to you, but your hair is still falling out. Its ok. You are still gorgeous.

You roll (back to tummy--this just happened a few days ago: 2.7.11 to be exact). You laugh :). You smile all the time...especially at mommy. You see, you love me. You are in love with me probably. You are back to waking up at 2 AM ...and I think its just to see me. You miss me when you are gone from me too long. That must be it. And...goodness gracious I will soak every second of it up. And, I will probably love you so much that no other woman will be good enough for you! :) (Ok, stealing a line from "Friends" here, and I'm kidding of course because that would be weird and of course I want him to find a wonderful woman to marry. Someday when I'm dead. Or something). You nurse every 3-4 hours during the day and wake up pretty consistently for a snack around 2 or 3 AM. I don't care one bit. You eat and go right back to sleep. I've never been one for schedules. You are only little once and you can make the rules for now. Now, when you are a willful toddler, the big people go back to making the rules :) You are no longer a newborn, and I keep getting told by your father that you are my last baby, so that makes me a little sad....but I am loving you as a baby who interacts with us a little bit more too. Just stop growing up a little, ok? Can we take it a bit slower? Please. Thanks!

Also, you figured out recently that you have a voice. You like to scream a little bit. And shriek. Its very funny.

January was a sick month for all of us. You are finally recovering from your ear infection with a second round of antibiotics. I'm still crossing my fingers that you won't have my bad luck...since I had so many as a child. You handled all the sickness like a champ, and really only wanted to cuddle and snuggle more...no anger or extra fussiness.

Baby Boy, we love you. We are so glad you belong to us. Here's to another fun month of growing and becoming even more lovable.

The Great Ice Storm of 2011

So. The Great Ice Storm 0f 2011 came at a really good time for me. I went to the Dr. on Monday and have a raging sinus infection and pink eye. PINK EYE. Seriously? What adult gets pink eye? And, both eyes are affected. I look like I'm on cocaine. I can assure I am not. Having Josh home with me has been fantastic. I have felt SO BAD, but I would have just had to have felt bad and be a mom anyways since you know...its important for Josh to go to work. So, thank you ice storm. For coming at a time that I really needed my husband to not leave my side for 48 hours.

So far we have :

napped
played a lot of games on the Wii
watched a lot of the weather channel
watched for school closings
watched a lot of Curious George
pulled out all the blankets in our house (just in case)
folded a lot of laundry (ok, that's just me)
made cookies/eaten cookies
nursed a baby (again, just me...but still a significant part of my life so I had to list it :))
taken pictures of the ice (Josh gets this one)
boiled a chicken to help heal the sickies and potential sickies
read books
played star wars
and, wondered how many consecutive days we can spend in the house without going crazy

I have some cute pictures of the boys, but I'm not allowed to access our photos right now. Something about a birthday surprise that Josh is working on. You know, the birthday that I'm not celebrating in a few days :-)

True stories

Wes hates tummy time. True story. I can't stand it. I make him do it maybe three times a week and can only take the desperate screaming for about 2 1/2 minutes. I think he'll be fine. He holds his head up no problem.
Owen still refuses to poop in the potty. True story #2. There is nothing I can do about this. There is nothing Josh can do about this. No amount of laxatives, enemas, discipline, positive reinforcement, rewards or star wars toys withholding can inspire him to consistently poop somewhere other than a diaper. I need therapy. Owen might need therapy. I KNOW Josh needs therapy over this. We give. I imagine someday (hopefully before he is eight) he will sit on the toilet and POOP. Voila. Jesus give us strength.
January is kind of a bleak month. True story #3. There just isn't a lot of fun things about January. Except Josh's birthday. We took the night off from being parents (I mean, we took about 5 hours off from being parents) last Friday night and had massages, went for dinner, and ended up at....Babies R Us. Something is wrong with this. :-) Oh well. Such is our lives. Happy 31 babe. You don't seem a day over 18 to me. hehe :-)
I turn 30 next month. True story #4. I'm trying to be happy about it. 30 is a frightening number to me. It just seems weird. Like...grown up. I don't know. I can't do anything about it....so I'm doing the best I can to make myself feel better. I'm doing The Shred with Jillian. I'm getting my toes and hair done. And I'm going to force myself to concentrate on the wonderful life I have had these last 30 years and NOT the fact that in ten years I will be 40. In general, I am a positive person. I'm just having a hard time with the number 30. And it is, after all, only a number
Not working is weird. True story #5. I don't like or dislike it. Its just weird. I'm certainly busy enough with the boys. Not bored at all. Sometimes I miss being in the office, chatting with my co-workers about non-important things, but mostly I'm thankful that I don't have to stress about getting to work and raising two children. Staying home with them full time is for them...not for me. Its about them. Someday they won't need me like they need me now, and I need to remember that. (and try not to cry about it :-))

Of note:

1. Wes is sick. I took him to the pediatrician on Monday and his right ear was infected, he had a mild case of bronchitis and both of his eyes were infected. What in the world. I promise I'm breastfeeding. Really. I am. He has been on amoxicilan (sp) since Monday and seems to be much better. Also, with clothes on, he weighs 13 lbs 10 oz. This child is a chunky monkey. I love it.

2. We've been talking about putting our house on the market. We THINK we will wait till next summer though. Like summer 2012. Weirdly, I love our small little home. I do not love our neighborhood, but I do love our home. Its cozy. Its where we brought both of the boys home and it just feels right. But, we are out growing it and we need to think about where we want to send the kiddos to school. So, we are casually looking. We will probably go north (like Carmel, because I don't think we can live in Zionsville for less than $400,000) because we would like to be closer to church.

3. Unless something weird happens, Owen is going to pre-school at Traders Point Academy in the fall. We've signed him up for Monday-Wednesday-Friday for 9-12. I'm excited for him. I think he'll love school . We are waiting on a final acceptance letter. We are pretty confident that he will get in. :-) To date, his record is pretty clean :-)

That's all for now! I'll be back in February with something to chat about probably. Maybe some cute Valentine pictures to put up or something! Hope the remainder of your January is happy...and filled with less snow..you know...less snow than we have now :-)

Edited to add: And just to make me look like a complete fool, Owen came home from Cubbies tonight and pooped in the potty. Whatever. :)

My boys

Oh sweet baby boys. These days don't last. So I'll spend some extra time smelling your sweet baby head and listen to you tell me about your favorite part in Star Wars one more time. I'll answer why and I'll explain a concept over and over again. I'll rock and bounce and swing you back and forth in my tired arms...because you won't be mine to hold forever. Every time I'm tempted to be tired or overwhelmed (or cranky), I tell myself again...these days don't last. And still, I won't get it right every time. I'll get crabby, I'll let being tired/busy/consumed be more important than these sweet moments. But know, oh please know that you are my heart. You are everything I ever wanted. And boy(s), :-) Do I ever love you.

"Let the world stop turning
Let the sun stop burning
Let them tell me love's not worth going through
If it all falls apart
I will know deep in my heart
The only dream that mattered had come true
In this life, I was loved by you"