The drunk and the rolly poly.
I fall more in love with Shiloh every day. I am beginning to think she is an old soul. She just kinda goes with the flow. She has opinions, but mostly she just is at peace with the world around her. I hope she remains a peaceful person. The world needs more peace keepers. We call her the grandma baby. Her hair has some major body to it- so she kinda looks like she has a grandma hairdo. And the faces she makes are just kinda grandma-ish. And her toothless smile- very grandma. It is pretty awesome.
She turned two months on the 7th and then a few days later rolled over. From back to belly and then she returned to her back when she felt "tummy time" was done. I am a little overwhelmed and undone with this quick development. (She has been given the nickname rolly poly)
1. I find it rude she would dare grow up so quickly
2. Can we just do average? None of this crazy early or crazy late development
3. I am super proud of her.
4. I am kinda sad- because I just know how hard her big sister had to work to roll. I mean the child was 9 months and probably 100 therapy hours in before she finally rolled. And it just seems unfair how vastly their lives and development will differ.
But I still am very excited and proud of her.
Two months. Dang. It is going too fast. (Her cuteness kills me!)
And then there is Emmaus.
Getting braver every day. Discovering she can not only walk-but walk quickly. We joke she walks like she has had a few too many adult beverages. And we are so proud of her cute-drunken looking walk. She is changing so much. Doing new things every day.
I have started this routine of every evening sitting her on my lap, holding her tight and telling her what I am proud of from the day. Positive affirmation I suppose-
"I am so proud you ate your lunch" "I am so proud how well you loved Shiloh today" "I am proud you have such empathy for those around you" ect- I think I started this because somedays between the whining, the shuffle to and from school, it is easy to get lost in the craziness of the day.
Emmaus loves this new routine- she knows I am praising her and I see her think about what I am saying.
And last but not least- I am working way too much. And I am pressing in to the dreams God has put in my heart. Pressing into the financial provision I know we need- And trusting that the Lord has gone before me and is already doing work there.
She turned two months on the 7th and then a few days later rolled over. From back to belly and then she returned to her back when she felt "tummy time" was done. I am a little overwhelmed and undone with this quick development. (She has been given the nickname rolly poly)
1. I find it rude she would dare grow up so quickly
2. Can we just do average? None of this crazy early or crazy late development
3. I am super proud of her.
4. I am kinda sad- because I just know how hard her big sister had to work to roll. I mean the child was 9 months and probably 100 therapy hours in before she finally rolled. And it just seems unfair how vastly their lives and development will differ.
But I still am very excited and proud of her.
Two months. Dang. It is going too fast. (Her cuteness kills me!)
And then there is Emmaus.
Getting braver every day. Discovering she can not only walk-but walk quickly. We joke she walks like she has had a few too many adult beverages. And we are so proud of her cute-drunken looking walk. She is changing so much. Doing new things every day.
I have started this routine of every evening sitting her on my lap, holding her tight and telling her what I am proud of from the day. Positive affirmation I suppose-
"I am so proud you ate your lunch" "I am so proud how well you loved Shiloh today" "I am proud you have such empathy for those around you" ect- I think I started this because somedays between the whining, the shuffle to and from school, it is easy to get lost in the craziness of the day.
Emmaus loves this new routine- she knows I am praising her and I see her think about what I am saying.
And last but not least- I am working way too much. And I am pressing in to the dreams God has put in my heart. Pressing into the financial provision I know we need- And trusting that the Lord has gone before me and is already doing work there.
It just struck me how much I see God's provision in your girls. He truely made them for one another. Emmaus needs a sister who is a peace seeker, at home with her place in this world. One who will be at ok with loving her sister despite her TS; because its gonna seem like Emmaus gets extra or special attention no matter if its not true. The nature of it..hard to understand its different attention not better or more. And in loving her sister unconditionally I think Shiloh will be Emmaus's peace. And peace lovers often need protectors, fighters..Emmaus is obviously that already in the sweet attentivness she has for her sister. Just my thoughts..and that Shiloh is beyond cute!
ReplyDeleteStop it you little drooly ropy poly! Too cute!
ReplyDeleteSo fun to meet her on Sunday at church and also to see Emmaus walking in her drunken glory.
You and dan are somethin' else parents!
Your little ones are so cute and every time you post a picture of Emmaus with Shiloh, it gets me all mushy-gushy in the emotional dept. And then Kristen's comment up there? Yeah, I'm gonna need a tissue.
ReplyDeleteshe is too cute!! If we didn't live so far away I'd say we should get our 2 months old together... I have a little boy.. I too think he's far more peaceful, I think it's just the 2nd child syndrom... ;) We as mothers must be calmer too... My daughter is almost 2... I don't work yet... but will have to get back into it soon, so I really admire how you are able to juggle everything!! :)
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