It's official...Jellybean is eating solids! We started almost a month ago. When Cbear was a baby, I made a lot of her baby food--steamed or baked, then pureed and froze to be used whenever we needed it. So, I came to terms with the fact that Jellybean was growing up and it was time to make baby food again. And she's such a little chunker and interested in our food that I figured we'd have no problem. Wrong! She's very independent and stubborn (I have no idea where that came from ;)) and she was not happy about me trying to feed her. She spit everything out, looking at me like I was a crazy person, then tried to grab the spoon and do it herself. This continued for a few weeks, until I looked into baby-led weaning.
I'd heard of this back when Cbear started solids, and I'll admit I thought the idea was a little out there. The basic idea is that you let your child feed themselves from the very beginning...skipping purees and going straight to finger foods. You simply offer the food and let your baby do the rest. Everything goes into their mouths at this age anyway, so it's pretty easy. This allows them to control how much they eat...if they're hungry, they'll eat and they stop on their own when they're full, so they learn to self-regulate. It also teaches them to chew first and then swallow, as opposed to starting with purees where they learn to swallow first and chew later.
I was slightly skeptical, but figured I'd give it a try. Success! Jellybean loves feeding herself. It's a little messy, but I guess by now I'm used to messes because it hardly bothers me anymore. Of course, the foods I give her are naturally soft or soft-cooked to prevent choking, but I've been amazed at how well she does. And I'm pretty happy that I don't have to spend all that time making purees (or money, if I were buying jarred food). So far we've had success with banana and avocado strips, smashed sweet potatoes, green beans, brown rice and slices of pear. She absolutely loves getting to gnaw on apples (I share if I'm eating one). Tonight I'm steaming baby carrots to go with our dinner and planning on offering those to her. My favorite part is that we all get to eat dinner as a family, as opposed to everyone else eating and me feeding the baby while my own food gets cold. And Jellybean feels like a big girl eating like the rest of us. Win-win!
So if you have an independent child like me, or if you're just wanting something more in line with your parenting style than traditional solid food feeding, give baby-led weaning a try. And take lots of pictures!
Monday, April 30, 2012
We don't play with poop!
Warning: Don't read this post if you have a weak stomach! Also, please do not read if you'll go all judgy-McJudgerson on me about this. :) If you don't have children or aren't into the lovely toddler years yet, someday you'll understand.
We had a busy day yesterday, which led to a very late afternoon nap for Cbear. Sometimes this spells disaster, because she's super wound up from being overly tired. Still, it's better than skipping the nap altogether so when we got home at about 3:00 I put her to bed. I heard her playing back there for a LONG time, but finally it was quiet and I sighed with relief that the nap would happen. Around 4:30 I was in the hallway near her room and I smelled something foul...then had a moment of dread when I peeked into Cbear's room. Sure enough, the odor was coming from there. The kind that knocks you over and makes you want to gag. Slowly I walked over to her crib, afraid of what I might find. Here was the situation: I found an empty pull-up, but with the contents smeared all over the bed, pillow, blanket, and Cbear herself. And there, sleeping peacefully like an angel, was the culprit, with a nugget of poo in her hand.
Ewewewewewewwwww! I never thought my child would be "that kid" and here she was, in all her stinky glory. Where did I go wrong? Who in their right mind would do such a thing? I don't know, but I cleaned everything up as best I could...not a task I enjoyed, by the way. When I was done, she was still sleeping so I let her, but promptly put her in the bath tub as soon as she woke up. I'm sure that was a rude awakening for her..."WE DO NOT PLAY WITH POOP...EVER!!! Now get in the tub, we have to wash off all this nasty stuff." Neither one of us enjoyed the tearful (on her part, although I kind of wanted to cry about it, too) bath but it was obviously necessary. I really hope I got the message across because that is not an episode I want to repeat.
Later in the evening, my sister was here and Cbear was telling the story, something about playing in poop and it was yucky, so hopefully she understood. And after I had washed all the bedding and her stuffed Curious George (who was a little smelly himself), I gave him back to her and she exclaimed, "I'm so happy!". So it appears that neither of us are scarred for life, thank goodness.
We had a busy day yesterday, which led to a very late afternoon nap for Cbear. Sometimes this spells disaster, because she's super wound up from being overly tired. Still, it's better than skipping the nap altogether so when we got home at about 3:00 I put her to bed. I heard her playing back there for a LONG time, but finally it was quiet and I sighed with relief that the nap would happen. Around 4:30 I was in the hallway near her room and I smelled something foul...then had a moment of dread when I peeked into Cbear's room. Sure enough, the odor was coming from there. The kind that knocks you over and makes you want to gag. Slowly I walked over to her crib, afraid of what I might find. Here was the situation: I found an empty pull-up, but with the contents smeared all over the bed, pillow, blanket, and Cbear herself. And there, sleeping peacefully like an angel, was the culprit, with a nugget of poo in her hand.
Ewewewewewewwwww! I never thought my child would be "that kid" and here she was, in all her stinky glory. Where did I go wrong? Who in their right mind would do such a thing? I don't know, but I cleaned everything up as best I could...not a task I enjoyed, by the way. When I was done, she was still sleeping so I let her, but promptly put her in the bath tub as soon as she woke up. I'm sure that was a rude awakening for her..."WE DO NOT PLAY WITH POOP...EVER!!! Now get in the tub, we have to wash off all this nasty stuff." Neither one of us enjoyed the tearful (on her part, although I kind of wanted to cry about it, too) bath but it was obviously necessary. I really hope I got the message across because that is not an episode I want to repeat.
Later in the evening, my sister was here and Cbear was telling the story, something about playing in poop and it was yucky, so hopefully she understood. And after I had washed all the bedding and her stuffed Curious George (who was a little smelly himself), I gave him back to her and she exclaimed, "I'm so happy!". So it appears that neither of us are scarred for life, thank goodness.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Cbear's new pet...if only for a day
Cbear's personality is a delightful mix of little girl and tomboy. She loves "toot" (cute) clothes and shoes and must have her toenails painted whenever mommy does hers. But she also loves playing outside and getting dirty. She lets puppy dogs lick her face and digs in the mud with sticks. I love this about her.
This past weekend with her cousins, she discovered a love of playing with worms. She wasn't scared a bit, carrying them around and showing them to everybody. So the next day, we were outside in our own yard and she found a worm with her daddy. I was in the house putting Jellybean down for a nap so I missed the beginning of the friendship. But after finding him under a stone in the yard she named the fat earthworm "Snake-mo-mo" and for the next hour or two they were inseparable.
Cbear made a little home for him with a bowl of water filled with rocks, set him down in it and had a whole conversation. She played with him in the sandbox. She tried to jump with him on the trampoline but daddy wouldn't let her. She made him hold a piece of sidewalk chalk and draw a picture on the patio. She chattered away at him as they played. At this point I came outside and she gave him to me saying to Snakemomo, "You wanna hold mommy?" I put him back in his water for a little bit and Cbear was ready to play some more. So she took him for a ride in her wagon, then put him on the swing and pushed him. In fact, he had to try all the swings, ending with Claire holding him while daddy pushed her. At this point she accidentally broke Snakemomo and just after that she was distracted by something so we put the poor little fellow back on the ground. I'm not sure if he returned Claire's affection; I think he ran away as fast as he could scoot.
Today we went outside and Cbear immediately started searching for her little pet. "Where Snakemomo? Where he go? He in the water? He in the grass?" I guess he was either put out of his misery or found a good hiding place!
This past weekend with her cousins, she discovered a love of playing with worms. She wasn't scared a bit, carrying them around and showing them to everybody. So the next day, we were outside in our own yard and she found a worm with her daddy. I was in the house putting Jellybean down for a nap so I missed the beginning of the friendship. But after finding him under a stone in the yard she named the fat earthworm "Snake-mo-mo" and for the next hour or two they were inseparable.
Cbear made a little home for him with a bowl of water filled with rocks, set him down in it and had a whole conversation. She played with him in the sandbox. She tried to jump with him on the trampoline but daddy wouldn't let her. She made him hold a piece of sidewalk chalk and draw a picture on the patio. She chattered away at him as they played. At this point I came outside and she gave him to me saying to Snakemomo, "You wanna hold mommy?" I put him back in his water for a little bit and Cbear was ready to play some more. So she took him for a ride in her wagon, then put him on the swing and pushed him. In fact, he had to try all the swings, ending with Claire holding him while daddy pushed her. At this point she accidentally broke Snakemomo and just after that she was distracted by something so we put the poor little fellow back on the ground. I'm not sure if he returned Claire's affection; I think he ran away as fast as he could scoot.
Today we went outside and Cbear immediately started searching for her little pet. "Where Snakemomo? Where he go? He in the water? He in the grass?" I guess he was either put out of his misery or found a good hiding place!
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Ten things I want to teach my kids
I'm a believer in intentional parenting...I feel that if the hubs and I don't parent ON PURPOSE then our children will just end up a product of the culture and I don't want that. I want to protect their innocence and help their childhood be as magical as it should be and for them to be all they can be as adults. For my own sake, I've made a list of ten things I want to teach/instill in them, and after looking over these I could probably use a little reminder in my own life.
1. Be kind. Even when others aren't kind to you. The way you treat others isn't dependent on the way they treat you...be kind regardless. Don't yell "mine!" when someone wants to play with your toy. Share. Do nice things you know will make your sister happy. Be friendly: smile and say hello to people you meet. Have good manners...say "please" and "thank you".
2. Contentment. Be satisfied with what you have. This is one reason we try to keep things simple for Christmas and birthdays...we want the little things to be enough. We do not always need more, more! We have ENOUGH...much more than we need, in fact.
3. Play pretend. The world is full of possibilities when you use your imagination. You can go anywhere or be anything. So be a princess, fight the dragon, or fly away on the clouds. Just pretend (and only watch T.V. in moderation).
4. Be creative. I remember my mom and aunt telling us kids to "do something constructive." To us that meant making doll houses out of cardboard boxes, donning sheets and colored paper crowns to be royalty, or making indoor tents out of old quilts, chairs, and clothespins. So mold and shape play-dough into a sculpture, color outside the lines, write a story, make a masterpiece out of construction paper...just don't make a habit of saying, "I'm bored."
5. Become a lover of books. Incredible adventures await you! Reading will serve you the rest of your life...in school, work and play.
6. Be responsible. Even a toddler can be taught to put away toys at the end of the day, so I'm trying to start early with this one. Play hard and then clean up the mess when you are finished.
7. Be active/play outside/get dirty. Don't be a couch potato...get outside and get moving! Run, play tag, kick a ball, ride a bike, swim like a fish. A saying from my own childhood: "God made dirt and dirt won't hurt." Jump in puddles, dig in the mud with a stick and squish your toes in the sand...it'll wash off.
8. Be positive. Bad things will happen in life...don't let that steal your joy. There is always something to be thankful for. Look for the good in others and in your circumstances and use your words to be an encouragement to those around you. Don't become bitter when life gets hard.
9. Give back. Volunteer your time to help others. When you have outgrown your clothes or are finished with old toys, donate them to others who aren't as fortunate as you.
10. Have courage! Don't be ruled by fear. Try new things even if they seem scary at first. A life in which you embrace new experiences is an adventure; a life held captive by fear of the unknown is incredibly dull.
1. Be kind. Even when others aren't kind to you. The way you treat others isn't dependent on the way they treat you...be kind regardless. Don't yell "mine!" when someone wants to play with your toy. Share. Do nice things you know will make your sister happy. Be friendly: smile and say hello to people you meet. Have good manners...say "please" and "thank you".
2. Contentment. Be satisfied with what you have. This is one reason we try to keep things simple for Christmas and birthdays...we want the little things to be enough. We do not always need more, more! We have ENOUGH...much more than we need, in fact.
3. Play pretend. The world is full of possibilities when you use your imagination. You can go anywhere or be anything. So be a princess, fight the dragon, or fly away on the clouds. Just pretend (and only watch T.V. in moderation).
4. Be creative. I remember my mom and aunt telling us kids to "do something constructive." To us that meant making doll houses out of cardboard boxes, donning sheets and colored paper crowns to be royalty, or making indoor tents out of old quilts, chairs, and clothespins. So mold and shape play-dough into a sculpture, color outside the lines, write a story, make a masterpiece out of construction paper...just don't make a habit of saying, "I'm bored."
5. Become a lover of books. Incredible adventures await you! Reading will serve you the rest of your life...in school, work and play.
6. Be responsible. Even a toddler can be taught to put away toys at the end of the day, so I'm trying to start early with this one. Play hard and then clean up the mess when you are finished.
7. Be active/play outside/get dirty. Don't be a couch potato...get outside and get moving! Run, play tag, kick a ball, ride a bike, swim like a fish. A saying from my own childhood: "God made dirt and dirt won't hurt." Jump in puddles, dig in the mud with a stick and squish your toes in the sand...it'll wash off.
8. Be positive. Bad things will happen in life...don't let that steal your joy. There is always something to be thankful for. Look for the good in others and in your circumstances and use your words to be an encouragement to those around you. Don't become bitter when life gets hard.
9. Give back. Volunteer your time to help others. When you have outgrown your clothes or are finished with old toys, donate them to others who aren't as fortunate as you.
10. Have courage! Don't be ruled by fear. Try new things even if they seem scary at first. A life in which you embrace new experiences is an adventure; a life held captive by fear of the unknown is incredibly dull.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Jellystones!
My little Jellybean is becoming such a big girl. She turned six months old last Friday and with that change has come several milestones. A couple weeks ago I had a non-mobile (except for rolling, which she's a pro at), toothless, exclusively breastfed baby (besides a few tastes of things). Not so anymore.
Jellybean's army crawling all over the house (nothing is safe!) and getting into everything. Like stickers that big sister leaves all over the place (I found one in her poo...guess she thought it might be tasty? Ew.). She's figured out how to get to the dvd player and push buttons. And her favorite activity now is to go where the carpet and tile meet by the back door and pick at the carpet. I'm not sure why this is so interesting but she's fascinated by it. It looks like she'll give Cbear a run for her money with her busyness and getting into stuff.
The first tooth has made it's appearance. I have to say J's been really good with teething...not very fussy at all and one day there it was! I think the second one's close behind. Let's hope she doesn't become a biter.
And finally I've started feeding her some solid food. I always put this off as long as I can, but now it's time. She still spits most of it out but the look on her face when she tries something new is priceless! So far we've done avocado, banana, sweet potatoes, rice cereal and butternut squash. Her favorite has been banana mixed with cereal but she enjoys biting the spoon more than anything else. Cbear is pretty excited that Jellybean gets to sit up in a high chair beside her and is constantly talking to her during dinner..."Hi Jellybean! You yike it? You yike it? Whatcha doin'?" A few days ago we were at a restaurant and they were sitting across the table from each other. Cbear was totally baby-talking to Jellybean like she's seen adults do ("A-boo-boo-goo-goo!") and baby girl thought it was hilarious. Nobody can make J laugh like C can and I love it! I hope they'll always be best buddies.
Jellybean's army crawling all over the house (nothing is safe!) and getting into everything. Like stickers that big sister leaves all over the place (I found one in her poo...guess she thought it might be tasty? Ew.). She's figured out how to get to the dvd player and push buttons. And her favorite activity now is to go where the carpet and tile meet by the back door and pick at the carpet. I'm not sure why this is so interesting but she's fascinated by it. It looks like she'll give Cbear a run for her money with her busyness and getting into stuff.
The first tooth has made it's appearance. I have to say J's been really good with teething...not very fussy at all and one day there it was! I think the second one's close behind. Let's hope she doesn't become a biter.
And finally I've started feeding her some solid food. I always put this off as long as I can, but now it's time. She still spits most of it out but the look on her face when she tries something new is priceless! So far we've done avocado, banana, sweet potatoes, rice cereal and butternut squash. Her favorite has been banana mixed with cereal but she enjoys biting the spoon more than anything else. Cbear is pretty excited that Jellybean gets to sit up in a high chair beside her and is constantly talking to her during dinner..."Hi Jellybean! You yike it? You yike it? Whatcha doin'?" A few days ago we were at a restaurant and they were sitting across the table from each other. Cbear was totally baby-talking to Jellybean like she's seen adults do ("A-boo-boo-goo-goo!") and baby girl thought it was hilarious. Nobody can make J laugh like C can and I love it! I hope they'll always be best buddies.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
DIY play kitchen
I was feeling crafty yesterday, so here's my first tutorial--a DIY play kitchen from a cardboard box! The best part is I only used materials I found around the house and garage so it didn't cost me a penny!
Cbear got a new carseat this week, and of course immediately wanted to play with the box. It was a really nice box so I started brainstorming what I could make with it...you know, 'cause I'm cheap, and after a quick google and pinterest search I decided to try and make a play kitchen. It's something I thought Cbear might like but I'm not willing to spend $100+ on something she *might* play with. Here's the box before...I ended up having to cut it open, turn it inside out and re-tape it so the spray paint would cover it.
Found some spray paint in the garage...thank you previous homeowners for leaving your paint behind!
I ran out of red so we ended up with a red/brown combo. That's okay, it matches my family room.
The burners are made of circles cut out of black plastic and glued to the box with Elmer's.
Cutting an opening for a curtain under the sink...why yes, that is a steak knife I'm using! The hubs' utility knife was dull and scissors were too difficult.
Knobs for the cooktop are made of plastic lids hot glued on. I really wanted to poke a hole in the middle and use brads so they would turn but I thought Cbear would figure out how to take them off and then the brads would be a nasty choking hazard to Jellybean.
I found an old loaf pan for the sink and a soap pump for the faucet. I traced around the pan and cut a hole in the box to fit. I also cut a small opening for the pump and hot glued around the base. If I can find red and blue plastic bottle lids I want to use them as hot and cold knobs.
Hot gluing an aluminum foil roll with my old kitchen curtains slung over them.
A command hook with a spare wash cloth.
All done! I'm considering cutting an opening under the burners for an oven.
A craft stick hot glued to a plastic bowl= pot. Cbear had some plastic picnic food and I donated some rarely used kitchen utensils and empty oatmeal and pasta boxes.
And after all that, she climbed in and thought I made her a fort. Maybe that will be the next project? I'm glad it didn't cost me anything!
Cbear got a new carseat this week, and of course immediately wanted to play with the box. It was a really nice box so I started brainstorming what I could make with it...you know, 'cause I'm cheap, and after a quick google and pinterest search I decided to try and make a play kitchen. It's something I thought Cbear might like but I'm not willing to spend $100+ on something she *might* play with. Here's the box before...I ended up having to cut it open, turn it inside out and re-tape it so the spray paint would cover it.
Found some spray paint in the garage...thank you previous homeowners for leaving your paint behind!
I ran out of red so we ended up with a red/brown combo. That's okay, it matches my family room.
The burners are made of circles cut out of black plastic and glued to the box with Elmer's.
Cutting an opening for a curtain under the sink...why yes, that is a steak knife I'm using! The hubs' utility knife was dull and scissors were too difficult.
Knobs for the cooktop are made of plastic lids hot glued on. I really wanted to poke a hole in the middle and use brads so they would turn but I thought Cbear would figure out how to take them off and then the brads would be a nasty choking hazard to Jellybean.
I found an old loaf pan for the sink and a soap pump for the faucet. I traced around the pan and cut a hole in the box to fit. I also cut a small opening for the pump and hot glued around the base. If I can find red and blue plastic bottle lids I want to use them as hot and cold knobs.
Hot gluing an aluminum foil roll with my old kitchen curtains slung over them.
A command hook with a spare wash cloth.
All done! I'm considering cutting an opening under the burners for an oven.
A craft stick hot glued to a plastic bowl= pot. Cbear had some plastic picnic food and I donated some rarely used kitchen utensils and empty oatmeal and pasta boxes.
And after all that, she climbed in and thought I made her a fort. Maybe that will be the next project? I'm glad it didn't cost me anything!
Monday, April 2, 2012
A little perspective
Dear God,
Thank you for the incredible blessing of my children. I know they drive me crazy sometimes and I complain too much, so I'm putting a new spin on their habits and situations that make me get twitchy. Here goes:
Thank you for making me a mother. I know some don't get this privilege and it's an honor to raise our little girls. Thank you that they are healthy and energetic and outgrowing clothes too fast. Thank you for their curiosity about the world and wanting to explore every bit of it. Thank you for Jellybean's new tooth and for how much she wants to be just like her big sister, so she is trying her darnedest to learn to crawl. It will be any day now. Thank you that Cbear wants to make Jellybean happy, so she shares all her favorite things with her: stickers, playdough, crayons, milk, Cheerios...among other things. Thank you that my girls are delighted by the simplest things, like clapping hands (Jellybean) or a game of chase (Cbear) and please give me a little extra energy for the latter. Thank you for their utter joy at being outside and playing in the dirt and grass, for dirty bare feet and sticky hands. Thanks for their drooly kisses. Thank you for the hundreds (thousands?) of dirty diapers I have changed and washed, along with plates and sippy cups--it means they are well-fed and have plenty to drink. Thank you for piles of laundry and dishes, which are helping me to develop a servant's heart. Thank you for making me (or their daddy) the person they want when they are scared or hurt, no matter what time of day it is. Thank you for creating children to make joyful noises...even when it means Jellybean excitedly shrieking JUST BECAUSE SHE CAN and catching Cbear in her crib singing songs that go, "jumping on the beddie beddie bed!" while doing just that even though she should be sleeping. Thank you that Cbear reminds us to pray before dinner when we've gotten too busy and just want to eat without catastrophe. Thank you for their extreme independence and sensitivity. I'm hoping that means they'll be confident in who they are and compassionate as adults. Thank you for the utter exhaustion that means a day full of hard work and play. Thank you that my kids make me rely on you more than I ever have because without you I simply couldn't do this.
And God, thank you for my husband and partner in this...that he loved me before the kids and will be by my side long after they've left home. Thank you that he not only works hard to provide for us, but that he kisses me and then gets on the floor and plays with the girls even after a long day of work. Thank you that we KNOW him and he's not just the man that leaves in the morning and comes home in the evening. Thank you that he's not afraid to make messes with them and let them be the kids they are. Thank you that Cbear wants nothing more than shoulder rides from daddy when he comes home and that he's the first person she wants to show when she puts on a pretty new dress. Thank you for making the two of us a family seven years ago and growing us by two more now. Please give us the grace, patience and wisdom to raise these little stinkers in a way that would glorify you, especially because we feel like we have no idea what we're doing most of the time.
Amen.
P.S. Oh, and thanks for all things Curious George--he's a lifesaver sometimes!
Thank you for the incredible blessing of my children. I know they drive me crazy sometimes and I complain too much, so I'm putting a new spin on their habits and situations that make me get twitchy. Here goes:
Thank you for making me a mother. I know some don't get this privilege and it's an honor to raise our little girls. Thank you that they are healthy and energetic and outgrowing clothes too fast. Thank you for their curiosity about the world and wanting to explore every bit of it. Thank you for Jellybean's new tooth and for how much she wants to be just like her big sister, so she is trying her darnedest to learn to crawl. It will be any day now. Thank you that Cbear wants to make Jellybean happy, so she shares all her favorite things with her: stickers, playdough, crayons, milk, Cheerios...among other things. Thank you that my girls are delighted by the simplest things, like clapping hands (Jellybean) or a game of chase (Cbear) and please give me a little extra energy for the latter. Thank you for their utter joy at being outside and playing in the dirt and grass, for dirty bare feet and sticky hands. Thanks for their drooly kisses. Thank you for the hundreds (thousands?) of dirty diapers I have changed and washed, along with plates and sippy cups--it means they are well-fed and have plenty to drink. Thank you for piles of laundry and dishes, which are helping me to develop a servant's heart. Thank you for making me (or their daddy) the person they want when they are scared or hurt, no matter what time of day it is. Thank you for creating children to make joyful noises...even when it means Jellybean excitedly shrieking JUST BECAUSE SHE CAN and catching Cbear in her crib singing songs that go, "jumping on the beddie beddie bed!" while doing just that even though she should be sleeping. Thank you that Cbear reminds us to pray before dinner when we've gotten too busy and just want to eat without catastrophe. Thank you for their extreme independence and sensitivity. I'm hoping that means they'll be confident in who they are and compassionate as adults. Thank you for the utter exhaustion that means a day full of hard work and play. Thank you that my kids make me rely on you more than I ever have because without you I simply couldn't do this.
And God, thank you for my husband and partner in this...that he loved me before the kids and will be by my side long after they've left home. Thank you that he not only works hard to provide for us, but that he kisses me and then gets on the floor and plays with the girls even after a long day of work. Thank you that we KNOW him and he's not just the man that leaves in the morning and comes home in the evening. Thank you that he's not afraid to make messes with them and let them be the kids they are. Thank you that Cbear wants nothing more than shoulder rides from daddy when he comes home and that he's the first person she wants to show when she puts on a pretty new dress. Thank you for making the two of us a family seven years ago and growing us by two more now. Please give us the grace, patience and wisdom to raise these little stinkers in a way that would glorify you, especially because we feel like we have no idea what we're doing most of the time.
Amen.
P.S. Oh, and thanks for all things Curious George--he's a lifesaver sometimes!
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