Friday, December 14, 2007

I think we have a live-wire on our hands!

Last night as I was finishing my preparations for dinner, Seth was playing with the kids in the living room. Talia, after enduring her nightly training in crawling and standing, was grouchy--and fussing loudly to prove it. A few minutes later I realized Seth and Benjamin had gone off to the kids' room to engage in some manly activity (wrestling, by the sound of it) and Talia was playing quietly in the living room. Very quietly. I decided she had probably just been bothered by all the noise the boys were making and, as it they had removed themselves from the immediate vicinity, she was content.

I should insert here that early in Benjamin's life I learned that extraordinary quiet was nothing to worry about. In almost every case it meant that he was reading a book or engaged elsewhere in harmless play. In only one case, to my recollection, has "too quiet" ended in disaster. And so I have gotten used to this interpretation, I suppose. I may have to re-train myself.

In a few minutes Seth returned to the living room. I heard him come down the hall and then I heard him stop. "Oh my goodness, Baby Girl!" I turned from the stove to look into the living room. This is what I saw:

Friday, December 07, 2007

Our family game, and other Tali-isms

Talia has invented a family game. (This was actually a couple of months ago, but I never blogged about it...and it's so cute!) The game goes like this: We're all sitting at the dinner table and Tali raises both hands straight above her head. She looks around expectantly. Everyone is supposed to drop everything to copy her. Then with a pleased expression she looks around as if to say, "look what I did!"

Another game my little girl loves is peek-a-boo. She likes it best when she initiates it. Often when I am changing her diaper both hands will grasp the "flap" of her onesie, which is pulled up around her middle, and pull it up over her face. Then with great flourish and an expectant grin she pulls it down again. "Peek-a-boo!" I say. She responds with wildly flailing arms and a belly laugh that melts me every time! This little girl is definitely a social creature.

I am also happy to report that Talia has officially uttered her first word. And of course it is..."Daddy!" We have suspected that she knew what "da-da" meant for a few weeks now, but no conclusive proof. She would sometimes say it when Seth came in the room or when she heard his voice, but not always. But yesterday I was holding her and talking to Seth on the phone. When I hung up I said, "That was your Daddy, baby girl. He's coming home soon." She reached out for the phone and said, "Da-ee." I tested her, "are you saying Daddy?" She grinned. "Da-ee." I called Seth back and put him on speaker phone. "Do you want to talk to your Daddy?" She started kicking wildly and reaching out for the phone. "Da-ee. Da-ee. Da-ee." I think she knows her Daddy! Lest anyone feel sorry for me (remember Benjamin didn't say "Mama" until he was 17 months old!), Tali does at least babble the "ma-ma" sounds (which Benjamin never did) so I'm confident that it won't take 17 months this time around.

We're still working on crawling and teeth. We do occasionally get a token backward scoot and I can now see two faint little white lines on her gums where her teeth will presumably sprout one day. For now I'm just happy she can't get to the Christmas tree where she would certainly gum any and all ornaments within reach to a soggy death.

Monday, December 03, 2007

More Benjaminisms

Benjamin's newest favorite game: he pops out from behind some visual barrier between you and him and exclaims, "There he is!" (A variation on the above: When he pops out he yells, "I see you!")

Now this one I don't quite get. Frequently when in the kitchen Benjamin will hide himself underneath the kitchen table. Once hidden he repeats, "Uh-oh...uh-oh...uh-oh"...ad nauseum and nothing you say can persuade him that there is nothing, in fact, to be uh-ohing about. I'm still puzzling....

I sympathize with a fellow parent of a toddler who recently posted on their blog about the trouble they are having with getting said toddler to respond in the affirmative. Benjamin also rarely says, "yes." This sits in the middle of my "bothers me" meter; it's not a terribly disturbing trend, but the thing that baffles and yes, frustrates me, is when he answers no and means yes. It happened today.
Me: "Do you want some applesauce?"
Benjamin: (very politely and earnestly) "No tank-tu"
I, foolishly assuming no meant no, and turning to open the fridge, was met with much loud wailing and violent pushing of nearby objects. Hmm. Evidently "no tank-tu" sometimes means "yes, please."

News Flash!

We received a letter in the mail late last week. It began as follows, "Dear Seth, I am pleased to notify you that you have successfully passed your Graduate Comprehensive Examinations...." (!) I just wanted to let you all in on the happy news. That light (at the end of the tunnel) is looking brighter and brighter! Thanks for all the encouragement and prayers.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Moments with Benjamin

The other morning Benjamin and I were naming people in the pictures on our fridge. "Yes, there's Ya-ya and Jesse and baby Jonathan.... And who's this? That's right, Mima!...and Papa!...and G.G.! Good job." He was naming friends and family like a pro.

I decided it was time to introduce a new face so I pointed to my grandpa in a picture with several extended family members in it. "This is Great Grandpa. Can you say that?" He looked at me blankly.

I said it again, more slowly this time. "Great. Grand-pa."

"Papa?," he said dubiously.

"Well, it's like Papa, but it's Great Papa," I coached him.

He thought for a minute, then comprehension dawned on his small face. He grinned. "Biiiiiig Papa!"
_______________

Breakfast at our house has a script. Benjamin recites the same lines, in the same order, to the rhythm of the same breakfast-related events morning after morning. "Eat!" "Up. Chair. Seat. Bih (bib). Bowl. 'Poon." These narrate the placing of necessary breakfast elements at or around the table. Once situated in his seat with all the proper tools, he notices Talia. "Cereal, Ya Ya," he tells her sagely. "Ya Ya eat. Cereal. Baby cereal," he tells me. And as I remove his bowl from the microwave, "Hot! Muh-meal [oatmeal] --mmmm. T'ank tu, Mama." And so on.

Saturday morning Seth took over kid duty as I stayed in bed due to a nasty cold. Apparently this change in routine exceeded Benjamin's ability to "improv." As Seth gave him his cereal Benjamin parroted, "T'ank tu Ma...." He paused and tried again, "T'ank tu Mm-Dada."

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

I promised...

I got sidetracked. Here are the promised pix of Benjamin's birthday party. Better late than never :)
Putting together our homemade version of Baby Einstein party decorations. We chose to go with a Baby Einstein theme this year due to Benjamin's obsession. (He will literally carry around a product catalog for days, sitting and studying it for 20-30 minutes at a time.)

Benjamin was enamored with his cake

In keeping with the theme, we had "learning centers" set up around the yard. (10 gallon paint sticks make wonderful yard stakes!)

We played a Baby Einstein CD while the kids ran around the yard. Benjamin was in heaven when he discovered this row of logos on the porch rail.

Benjamin discovers all his "buddies" decorating the windows. (He also discovered the chips and kept swiping them from the table.)

Books! (Dr. Seuss, to be specific.) We love to read!

Benjamin's new tool bench, complete with goggles. Safety first!

I love the look on Seth's face here. He is clearly enjoying life with his son!

The party day went much more smoothly than Benjamin's actual birthday. He seemed a little overwhelmed with all the attention, but overall enjoyed the festivities. He still wasn't crazy about opening gifts. Hmmm....

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Birthday Boy's Special Day...A Month Later

Benjamin woke up the morning he turned 2 to the sound of Mama singing, "Happy Birthday to You...." Apparently he was not impressed as he spent the entire rendition wailing in protest. After putting on his brand new Thomas the Train warm-ups (which received more protest), Benjamin ate his favorite breakfast: Kix with "milk" (which was, at the time, still Nutramigen, his hypoallergenic formula). After breakfast it was time to head off to play group with birthday cupcakes in tow.

We will probably remember this birthday as "the crying birthday," as Benjamin had dissolved into tears at least 3 times before we even reached play group. A birthday gift from one of his little buddies brought on a fresh flood and after that he clung tightly to me, taking short (but brave) ventures to the next room to fetch a different toy. After lunch we shared his cupcakes with his friends, but alas, there was that bothersome song again. Here is Benjamin's reaction to his well-wishers:













But he wasn't so grumpy he couldn't eat the cake!













His day improved significantly with the completion of an afternoon nap. By the time Daddy got home from work Benjamin was in a much better mood. After dinner we opened a few of his gifts, including two Baby Einstein books "from Talia," Mr. Potato Head from Daddy & Mama, and a personalized sweatshirt from Uncle "Pheew", Aunt "Icki," and his cousins. He didn't take to the gift-opening very readily, so we were glad for this practice session before his party. He perked up, however, when he realized that there were fun things he liked to play with in all those funny bags! All in all Benjamin took it hard--this business of turning two. Poor little guy. But he's gotten used to it. :)

Work and Play

These two have such a great time together!

Benjamin loves to give Talia things to play with. In this picture he was piling ALL the blocks in her lap :)

Yes, we know it's spelled wrong, but isn't this just cute?!

Benjamin and his trusty Coleman lantern

Benjamin loves to climb up in (what he calls) "Mama's chair"

High Time!

It is high time for some pictures. I can just hear "Mamacita" cheering :)

We'll call this first set "The Many Moods of Miss Talia Ruth...Never Mind, Maybe Just One"

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Comps...

...are over. Thankfully we all survived, though it might have been the most difficult couple of weeks out of all 9 years of seminary (so far). Seth feels great about two of the tests and less than great about the third. We will have his results in a couple of weeks.

We are all glad to have Seth/Daddy back again. Benjamin has smiled more in the past two days than he has in a couple of weeks! It is amazing what a difference Daddy's presence can make, even in the minds of little ones. One afternoon, in the middle of last week, Benjamin had pitched fit after fit over silly things all morning long. Finally I took him down from the lunch table and took him to his bed, knowing he was tired and probably just needed a nap. As soon as I put him in bed he started crying big, sad crocodile tears. Through his sobbing he wailed, "Daaaaddy!" That was all it took to melt me. Poor little guy, he just needed his daddy! As I held and rocked him I told him, through my own tears, that Daddy missed him very much and soon he would be finished with his work and could come home again. I am so very thankful that I could comfort Benjamin with that, and that this hurdle is now behind us.

We did have a good time with my mom ("Mima") during her visit. I was so grateful for her help both with household duties and keeping my spirits up. She endured a lot, poor grandma: let's just say we washed several items of her clothing due to my children's ill-timed bodily functions.... But it wasn't all sickness and sadness. We enjoyed a day at the zoo, Halloween trick-or-treating, and numerous other activities. The kids really warmed up quickly, so much so that one morning Benjamin walked into the kitchen and requested, "hug?" I bent down to oblige when he spotted Mima behind me. He quickly changed his course, skirting around me and explaining, "No. Mima!"

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Update on Benjamin

I apologize for the lateness of this news regarding Benjamin and his medical testing. Things continue to be crazy here at our house!

Thank you so much for your prayers for Benjamin over the past couple of weeks. We heard from the doctor and the report was mostly good. Praise the Lord! Basically, the celiac test was negative and his thyroid levels are barely outside the range of normal (but not a big concern to the doctor). They will retest him in a year, though, because one of his hormone levels was too low and sometimes that can cause a "false negative" for the celiac test. The doctor essentially said that is only precautionary, though. He doesn't think he has celiac. As far as the nutritional concerns go, all his blood levels checked out just fine! So the bottom line is: we just need to continue to focus on getting him to eat a diet packed with (healthy) calories to gain weight, but there are no greater concerns.

Thanks again for your prayers and the concern so many of you have expressed. We appreciate your love and support.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

A word of explanation: things are a bit crazy around our house...

To those of you who are faithful blog-checkers, my erratic posts must be a source of some amusement (or substitute "irritation" as desired). Things in our household have really been quite crazy over the past several weeks and will continue to be so for a couple more (at least). There are at least 3 reasons for this general upset in household efficiency.

1. First, and most importantly, Seth's comprehensive exams loom ever closer. I believe I have mentioned this in a previous post, but in order to refresh... the exams will be in each of his areas of study: OT Archaeology & History, NT History, and Hebrew. These 4-hour tests are meant to demonstrate his command of each subject and are step 2 of a 3-step process to complete his PhD (step 1 is coursework, step 3 is dissertation). Needless to say, study is occupying quite a bit of Seth's time which means more responsibility in life's matters has been shifted to my plate. It seems small and insignificant to just do more of what I do all day anyway, but Seth assures me that me giving him time is absolutely helping him in his preparation.

2. Here is the ever-sounding refrain: the kids have not been sleeping well (which means I have not been sleeping well). Benjamin has been dealing off and on with a variety of illnesses (a mysterious virus that took away his voice, digestive issues, cough, "night terrors" and most recently Reactive Airway Disease [similar to asthma]). An aside: he is currently on prednisone, an oral steroid, for his lungs. We hope it will help his breathing, as it is certainly not helping his sleep patterns. It is 11:03 pm and he is still jumping, shouting, and making general merriment in his bed. Talia has been dealing with some of the same viruses in addition to teething and separation anxiety. She has been sleeping much better over the past week or two with the simple adjustment of a later bedtime. Unfortunately, with all this sleeplessness I am hard-pressed to function properly during the day in all the normal tasks. I'm not very efficient when I'm tired.

3. In addition to the sleeping difficulties, it seems the kids have both been going through sort of difficult phases in general. They are definitely requiring a lot of time and attention lately! I love that I am able to be home with them to meet these needs as they arise, but it sure is time consuming and exhausting at times!

I have written more than a justification for my lack of blog updates (who cares!?); this brief sketch may later fill in the blank stretch in my mind when our family looks back on the fall of 2007.

Pray for Benjamin

We have a prayer request for Benjamin. We went for his 2 year check-up yesterday and he is not doing as well as we would hope. For starters he has lost weight since his last check-up, which is never good for a growing toddler. Also he has had some funny issues with his digestive system--I'll spare you the details--which lead the doctor to order several "non routine" blood tests, including a test for celiac disease (a severe intolerance to gluten, which is in tons and tons of everyday foods). He has dealt his whole life with food allergies, but this would be a major step beyond what we have been dealing with because while food allergies typically go away, there is no cure for celiac disease. In addition he may have some nutritional deficiencies (due to his limited allergen-free diet) and potentially even something more serious that would be auto-immune related. We are not at the "freaking out" point yet. We will just have to see what the tests indicate. We should get the results sometime between Thursday and Monday. But please just pray for our little guy. I hate that he is not entirely healthy. It just breaks my heart. Plus, I'm not really sure, as a mom, how to deal with all this. I feel very responsible for him nutritionally (obviously), but he is a typical picky toddler and so feeding him requires so much creativity and effort. I am struggling with not feeling guilty that I'm not putting enough effort into it, but at the same time I don't know what else to feed him! And then there's the whole discipline element to throw in there. I don't want to cater to his defiance just because I want him to eat.

Pics of Benjamin's birthday party are coming!

...It's just that the camera batteries are dead and I can't find the charger and the spare batteries seem to have lost their charge as they lay in the drawer.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Just a note....

I didn't realize how long it had been since my last post! The lull has been due, largely, to simultaneous "difficult" phases for the kids.

Benjamin is almost 2 and he's acting like it! Staying on top of him is a full time job. Not that it's all bad. He is constantly coming up with new ways to be absolutely adorable. Like a couple of weeks ago he was singing along to a "Praise Baby" DVD, "Oh Guy, you are my Guy...." Um, I think he meant "God." Or this morning when, before he would allow me to put on his socks, he meticulously parted each toe from its neighbor and peered between them to discover any sock lint...several times. Ha! He cracks me up!

On a more serious note, he is having what are known as "night terrors." He starts crying which quickly escalates to screaming. When we try to comfort him he thrashes around, arching his back and flailing. We think he is not actually awake. Then after a few minutes he just suddenly goes limp and wants to get back in bed. He usually goes right to sleep once he has calmed down. It is unnerving, to say the least. I am at least glad that we discovered what was going on. The first night it happened I just thought he had gone insane and was being randomly, horribly naughty in the middle of the night. At least now we know to try and wake him up to end the dream. As soon as we can detect a pattern in when they happen our pediatrician has recommended waking him up 30-45 minutes before they typically occur for a week. Apparently this should help break the cycle.

Talia is nearly 8 months and is still just about the cutest baby girl you've ever seen. She is happy, content, and easy going--except between 6:00 and 8:00 am! Apparently she thinks her first meal of the day should occur a couple of hours before Mommy and the doctor think is reasonable! Actually, I learned something interesting about babies' sleep patterns in talking with the pediatrician this week. Did you know that babies Talia's age don't go into the deep sleep phases you always hear about? I guess that explains why the tiniest floor squeak will wake her up! So probably what is happening is that some little thing is waking her up and then the lovely phenomenon known as "separation anxiety" kicks in; she realizes, "hey, I'm laying here in the dark all by myself and I don't like it!" So she cries. Loudly. And persistently. Until Mama comes to feed her. The good news is: it's a phase many babies go through at this age and phases always pass. The bad news: it's really really trying to listen to your baby scream, totally inconsolable, morning after long morning.

Still no news on the "milestones" front. We are poised, ready to report crawling, first teeth, and first words. I always like to think that Talia doesn't bother to do things like roll over or work on any kind of scooting movements because she's such a content baby. To some extent it's probably true--she really is pretty much fine with wherever she is, in whatever position. She is becoming a little more picky, so maybe she will start moving one of these days.

Seth continues to study for his comprehensive exams. The first one is coming up Oct. 31. Work keeps him busy, but he has still been very diligent to carve out some good study time. As a result, he is feeling more like these tests will be doable.

I'm just focusing on keeping everything running. And running is probably the right word. It seems like life has just been very full and busy lately. I couldn't even really tell you why!

Until next the next adventure....

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Marks of the True Christian [Wife and Mom]

This is the passage our pastor preached on Sunday. It struck me that in reading about how I should treat "others," I should be thinking of my precious family. Seth, Benjamin and Talia are the primary "others" in my life. With that in mind, I created this Mom paraphrase:

Romans 12:9-21

"9 Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil [that which can well up so quickly in your heart at the sound of a screaming baby or the sight of a disobedient toddler]; hold fast to what is good. 10 Love [your husband and children] with ... affection. Outdo [them] in showing honor. 11 Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord [even when you're exhausted to the very core]. 12 Rejoice in hope [that God is working through your efforts], be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. 13 Contribute to the needs of [your family] and seek to show hospitality.

14 Bless [your children when they] persecute you; bless and do not curse them. 15 Rejoice with [them when they] rejoice, weep with [them when they] weep. [This goes for your husband too.] 16 Live in harmony with [your family]. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly. Never be conceited. 17 Do not repay [your husband or children] evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. 18 If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with [your family]. 19 Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, 'Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.' 20 To the contrary, 'if [the dear one who has hurt you] is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.' 21 Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

For the grandmas!

I finally downloaded some of our recent pictures. Here are a few fun ones:

Benjamin is very serious about coloring

Giving (Raggedy) Andy a "love"

Talia handles her sippy cup like an old pro
(the first time she used it)

Sick kiddos watch Baby Einstein

Talia decides, halfway through the bowl,
that she doesn't like squash today

A funny little pastime

Some evenings we spend our family time, after dinner, taking a walk. Sometimes we take a serious walk through the neighborhood, intent on exercise. Other evenings we take a stroll through the park-that-is-our-yard. (We rent a house on an enormous piece of property that really could be a small city park.) Sunday was one such evening, although on this particular occasion we combined routines, taking a short, slow walk up the sidewalk across the street so Benjamin could ride in his shiny red Radio Flyer wagon.

When we reached the end, where the street intersects with the main highway, we stopped at the corner. Seth and Benjamin sat in the grass belonging to the corner house; Talia and I sat in the wagon and we watched the cars go by. With great enthusiasm Seth would narrate the stop and go rhythm orchestrated by the traffic lights. Holding out his hand he'd show Benjamin the cars that had to stop. Then as the opposite light turned green we would all yell out "go! go! go!," or sometimes "Go, Dog, Go!," which is the title of one of Benjamin's favorite books. Invariably we would all wind up in hysterical laughter, Seth and I laughing at the tiny little voice squealing out "go! go!," Benjamin and Talia laughing because we were. We must have passed 15 or 20 minutes in this delightful sequence.

While we sat it struck me how few motorists had a smile to spare for this little family sharing such an enchanting moment. Although it mattered little to my enjoyment of the moment (my world was full of the joy of simply sharing life with my sweet family), in some distant corner of my mind I felt sorry for the people in those cars. Their minds were full of hussle and hurry, appointments and engagements, maybe even bitterness, self importance, or meaninglessness.... I wondered about the stories of the people speeding by and whether they ever experienced the inexplicable contentment that comes from taking time to see life through the eyes of a two-year-old. And then I wondered how often I was the disinterested passerby, too busy or hurried to drink in a simple joy like a little family with a red wagon watching traffic go by.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Hard at Play

Benjamin loves to stack things, for instance his Duplo blocks. It is quite enter- taining to watch him. If, in the course of a construction project, the teetering tower should fall he just adds the block in his hand to whatever is left and keeps building. (His building tendencies are not limited to Legos. He can also be found stacking blocks, books, and soup cans in the grocery cart.)




Sometimes the best part of playing is putting things away! (We put all the Legos away about 3 times in a row that day.)

For Talia, life is at its best wiggling, kicking, and "talking" to her toys. (As the world's sweatiest baby, she occasionally requires "diaper only" attire on hot afternoons. She doesn't mind as it means her legs can go even faster!)

Talia has also recently (almost) conquered the fine art of sitting unsupported. She may be motivated by the "terror" of falling over--no matter how soft her landing she wails in protest every time!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Yes, but...

I don't know how well this will translate to writing; this story is so dependent on the facial expression, but I will do my best.

For the last several days Benjamin has been out of sorts with his sleeping habits. He is typically a 3-4 hour napper in the afternoons, but over the last week or so he has been talking and playing for up to 2 hours in his bed before finally falling asleep. Today this little routine required some parental intervention.

The first time I went in to his room he was wailing desperately because he had somehow wedged his leg between the crib bars and was unable to free it. When I opened the door he looked at me pitifully and wimpered, "(s)tuck!" In order to free his leg I had to "walk" the crib backward away from the wall, wedge myself behind it, and work his leg out from the outside. Before I left the room I gave him the lecture, "Benjamin, you are being too silly. It's time for you to take a nap. I want you to lay down, close your eyes, and go to sleep."


The second time I heard a loud thump! thump! that could only mean one thing: he was kicking the wall. Not wanting him to wake Talia, who was sleeping in the next room, I hurried in to put a stop to this noisy activity. This time his lecture was a little more stern. "Benjamin, it's very important for you to take a nap. No more talking and no more kicking the wall. I want you to cuddle up with Bear and your blankie and Pooh and GO TO SLEEP."

Just a few minutes later I again heard the thumping of little bare feet on a hollow wall. Hiding my irritation, I entered the room and calmly, but firmly, placed him in a horizontal pose. I placed his blankie in the crook of one arm and his bear in the other. He looked at me wide-eyed and serious. I got down very close to his face and started the lecture. He had the look of a kid trying to look as if he is paying close attention to every word, when clearly his attention is on a superior concern. "Here. Is. Your. Bear. Here. Is. Your. Blankie. Now. Close. Your. Eyes. And. GO. TO. SLEEP." As soon as I had finished my very stern talk he, with his most innocent, obedient face, made a tiny gesture with his pointer finger toward the other side of the crib. In a very small voice he asked meekly, "Pooh?"

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

The Latest NEWs

NEW for Benjamin:
--Sunday School Class. He now goes to class in a room with a table and little blue chairs which he can sit in and play with big boy toys like the "Little People" Noah's Ark. In his new class they teach a lesson and he does crafts. Sunday he brought home his first, a dessert-size paper plate with odd-shaped red and green paper glued to the surface. The sticker affixed to the top read, "God cares for me when I'm eating."
--Attitude of Helpfulness. Benjamin has really grasped and embraced the concept of helping lately. He has helped "sweep" the kitchen floor for awhile now--he stands in the middle of the room and waves his whisk broom around, occasionally coming into contact with a chair or cupboard door--but he now also helps hold the dust pan and empties it into the trash can. He also helps put away his own pj's, sort laundry, carry his plate and cup to the sink, put the dishes away after they are dry, pick up his toys and books, and other small tasks. In the context of teaching your children and managing daily household tasks, I recently read, "Never work alone." Benjamin seems to be taking to this philosophy quite nicely.
--Words. ("Eees"=Please; "Tuck"=Stuck; "Bi"=Bib; "Dai"=Daddy)
--Letters/Sounds. Benjamin now knows 3 letters by sight. If you show him a "p" he will say "p-p-p." He also knows "k" and "t." The other day, on two different occasions, he pointed out a "t" (in a book and on a toy) and said "t-t-t." So he is starting to recognize that letters aren't just on flashcards, they are everywhere! He loves reviewing his flashcards. When we get to the end of the 9 sounds he knows he usually says, "more?, more?, more?"

NEW for Talia:
--Consonant sounds. Miss Talia is quite a talker. She loves to babble happily face-to-face. "Ya, ya, ya, ya. Da, da, da. Na, na, aaaaaaaaa!"
--Feet. At least they are new to her. Unfortunately they are usually only accessible to her at diaper-changing time since the bulk of cloth diapers often limits her ability to bring them up far enough to grasp.
--Rolls. As in rolls of baby chub. Her little wrists and ankles are just creases where her fat little hands and feet join with her fat little arms and legs. And the dimples that are her elbows and knees are so sweet!
--Obsession with chewing. I would say at least 90% of Talia's awake time is spend gnawing on whatever she can get her hands on. And if there's nothing within her grasp she'll just go ahead and mouth her hands. For the amount of time she spends gumming our belongings, her clothes generally stay remarkably dry.

This should give you an idea of what life looks like at our house these days. I probably say this way too much, but being Mama to these sweet kiddos is so much fun! Motherhood is definitely a life of abundant blessing.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Our little Benjamin?

I think it only fair, after all the complaining I've done about Benjamin's picky eating habits of late, to report that last night he completely devoured his dinner of turkey and green beans (3 thin slices of turkey and nearly a whole can of green beans!) These were, as recently as last week, both things he "didn't like." Go figure! Kids are so funny :)

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Elsie Florence Norlander

My grandmother went home to be with the Lord July 31st, 2007, just 6 days after her 90th birthday. When I heard the news I had the unmistakable feeling of relief and joy, mingled with my sorrow. For many years she has been suffering the ill effects of dementia, which left her so much less than the talented, happy lady I once knew. Talia and I were privileged to attend the service of remembrance and celebration this past week.

As I have recalled memories of Grandma over the past couple of weeks, my thoughts have most frequently dwelt on her delightful sense of humor. Her stories, off-hand comments, even the way she went about daily tasks, were always sparkling with fun and wit, reflected by the smiling twinkle in her eye. Grandma loved life.

I am also deeply touched by the remembrance of how she loved her family. I am a grandchild adopted into a large, but close-knit extended family. I will always gratefully remember how Grandma accepted and immediately loved us as her own.

I would be remiss in not mentioning Grandma's superb musical talent, particularly as an accomplished pianist. Her ability to sit at a piano and play, by memory, intricate and beautiful hymn arrangements, one after another, was truly a gift. Even as her memory began to fade (in the earlier stages), she was able to make beautiful music.

As I stood, looking into the face of this good and kind lady, departed from her earthly shell to be united with the God whom she faithfully served, I rejoiced through my tears, knowing that she is whole and healed, once again able to be as God created her.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Return of the Happy Child

I mentioned several days ago that Talia was vocalizing quite a bit. In all fairness to the little pixie, I must report that she has regained her composure and is back to smiling, laughing, and charming everyone within a 19-foot radius.

Sleep

Sleep is at the top of two lists in the imaginary files of my mind: Top 10 Needs and Top 10 Most Elusive Luxuries When You Have Little Ones. I find it unfortunate that the two coincide.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

My Favorite Benjamin Words

"Sis-er" (sister)
"tain-too" (thank you)
"YAY!"
"M. Bow" (Mr. Brown, a request to read the book)
"Melmo" (Elmo. He got to watch a video of Elmo's World last week for the first time with a babysitter.)
"mwee" (movie)
"Kicky" (Vicki [for Aunt Vicki])
"Bain-kee" (blankie)
"map!" (nap)
"k-k-k-puc!" (cup)
"papple" (apple)

I just thought I'd share a bit of the fun of living with a toddler :)

(Talia's current vocabulary consists of blood curdling teething screams and blowing various kinds of raspberries.)

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Mom cliches

In the weeks after Benjamin was born I though I was going to sock the next person who got that knowing look on their face and gently informed me, "they grow up so fast." Yet now I find myself, almost daily, amazed by that very fact.


I don't know how Talia got to be 5 months old. She is all personality and fun. The sleepy newborn days are long gone (though I forgot to notice just when they melted away). Just over the past week-and-a-half she has begun to roll (front to back), eat solid food, sit up (supported by her hands, monkey-style), and--my personal favorite--blow raspberries. She is much more intent on the antics of her big brother. She cranes her neck while laying in the middle of the floor in order to watch him show off for her. And she surveys him with great interest as he is performing great and glorious feats such as eating dinner. Occassionally she rewards him for his mighty efforts with a wide, gummy grin.

Benjamin is, as they say, "all toddler." He is a thoughtful and tenacious young man. He likes to take his time and often wants to spend long periods in repetative play. It is not uncommon for me to read him the same book 2 or 3 times in one sitting! In addition to books, he loves music (we listen to 6 or 7 CD's, in their entirety, on the average day), rocks and sticks, helping Mama, bubbles, and identifying things around the house by their name (car, ice, cup, book, etc.) He is such an adoring big brother and, despite recent ventures into the world of the "terrible twos," is really a very obedient, sweet little guy. It often takes me completely by surprise that he can accomplish tasks such as placing every one of 10 different shapes in their respective holes in his Tupperware ball without assistance and repeating memorized phrases from his favorite books ("Eek, eek...shoe!," which translated becomes "He can go 'eek eek' like a squeeky shoe" from the Dr. Seuss classic "Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?"). Today, with encouragement from Daddy, the language tutor, we started working on repeating sounds (p, b, k, g, d, t) which is really the beginning of reading. It seems my baby has developed into quite a "big boy" overnight!

If it sounds like I am rediculously proud of my little people that's because I am. Many people would agree that children are a miracle, but that general fact really takes on shape and substance when it comes to your own. And although they do "grow up fast," what no one told me is how much fun the whirlwind can be!

Monday, July 09, 2007

A picture replaces a thousand words?

You may have noticed: my posts have been largely photographic as of late. While I enjoy sharing the adventures of my little people with you in living color, that is not why I started this site.

When Benjamin was a few months old my sadness over the little things that were forever gone and forgotten prompted me to seek a format where I could quickly record the sweet details of life. To tell the truth, I blogged more for the sake of memory-keeping than informing. It occurs to me that slowly I have been lured away from that original purpose and onto the wide road of me-istic blogging. That is, imagining that friends and family are anticipating with rapt attention the next historical event in the life of Benjamin & Talia. I am under an imaginary cumpulsion to include each event, to perfectly chronicle a day's events with a photographic sequence that tells the entire story. I include progressively more information and less feeling.

In my limited experience, one of the greatest pitfalls of motherhood is guilt, second only to perfection. It is easy to spend so much time (there's that imaginary cumpulsion again) preparing to live the perfect family life (reading, gathering ideas, organizing, list-making, obsessively tracking, etc.) that there is no time left to live it. Guilt is both the culprit and the symptom; it drives me to continue the frantic pace but accuses me when I inevitably fall behind.

Yesterday I sat down to "catch up" on the blog, armed with a list of 6 events I had not yet chronicled and a strong sense of duty. Today I remember that the memories and the moments are far superior to the events. I hope to recapture some of this original spirit as I continue to blog.

Downtown Disney, Part II

Here are a couple of cute pictures that were deleted from my original Downtown Disney post:

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Apology

To our dear Southern California friends,

We were not able to see many of you during our stay in California. We are truly sorry. We have found it to be quite a challenge to pack several months worth of grandparental influence into our two little people's lives in the matter of two short weeks.

Despite how it may appear, we do cherish our friendships with each of you and appreciate your ongoing love for our family in this busy season of life. Please continue to keep in touch!

Seth, Kiersten, Benjamin and Talia

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Downtown Disney

We spent Monday afternoon, after Benjamin’s considerably more successful nap, at Downtown Disney, the shopping area connected to Disneyland. We only went to two stores: the Lego store and Rainforest CafĂ©, where we also ate dinner. Benjamin had a great time perusing all the hands-on toy displays. Talia was good-natured, as usual, and

even slept through dinner, the angel.