Friday, July 29, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
To say Her Highness is excited about finally having a baby SISTER would be a huge understatement. More like, beside herself. The child has been praying for a baby sister, after all, for nearly four years. I have two sisters, and I know what a strong bond we share. So I am thrilled for Her Highness to be able to experience life with a Bitty Princess along her side.
The moment Thunder announced, "It's a GIRL!" we all started squealing and screaming. I was just so surprised to see the word "girl" written on the card Her Highness had designed for the special occasion.
And it's true... "Ethier" way, we would have loved a boy or a girl. But for Her Highness' sake, I am thrilled she's finally getting a sister.
Her Highness spent the first couple of days in complete shock. Randomly, she would come up and hug me and say, "Momma, I never saw it coming! I just can't believe it! I never even saw it coming!"
Other quotes from Her Highness...
"YES! Now I've got somebody I can train!"
"Can you buy us matching sundresses and headbands?!"
"SHE'S SLEEPING IN MY ROOM!!"
"Can we name her Bridgette?... Victoria?... Kat?...." (All after some of her favorite Disney and Nickelodeon stars.)
"I'm SO HAPPY we are finally getting another QUIET GIRL in this house!" (said when The Storm was competing in a loud wrestling match in the middle of our living room, while she was trying to watch tv.)
"Momma, would you have screamed that loud if that card had said B-O-Y?" To which I honestly replied, "Well, no. But, only because I wouldn't have been as surprised if it had been a boy. I was expecting it to say boy. But, I would have loved another little boy just as much!"
And my most favorite was last night, when Her Highness and I were watching a "Say Yes to the Dress" marathon on TLC, our Friday night ritual. There was an older sister who teared up at the sight of her baby sister trying on wedding gowns. Her Highness said, "That's gonna be me with my sister when it's her turn to finally get married.... Hey, I bet my little girl will be her flower girl someday!" I teared up then, because MY little girl had once been the flower girl for MY baby sister.
Those are the moments I've longed for Her Highness to experience.
And before anyone asks... NO. We haven't been "trying for a girl" all this time. We've been trying for a loving, strong, wonderful, silly, super fun, God-fearing FAMILY. And I think we've got just that.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Please excuse the quality of the video. Using my phone is much easier and quicker to upload than our actual video camera because my dinosaur com-pooter doesn't like updated technology. Hopefully we'll be back later today with news!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Every time a door gets opened in our house, even if it's shut immediately, our air-conditioning unit cuts on, trying it's best to combat the cloud of heat and humidity that's just been let in by a Storm member, no doubt, along with at least three more flies.
Being outside for more than five minutes will gives your skin the same results as a facial.
Swimming between the hours of 11-4 isn't even an option because everyone agrees, including the children, it's just too hot to swim. And if we don't get a daily rain shower, the pool feels like bath water by the evening, and who wants to swim in that??
Along with the heat brings wardrobe challenges. I don't want any more layers than are absolutely necessary clinging to my half-heat stroked body. So that means the lighter, more flowy the dress, the better. Especially on Sunday mornings, when I'm having to chase/carry/drag our little Storm, and all their necessities into the church building.
Just walking from the parking lot to the building, toting Hail or Flash Flood on my hip (because one or both are usually shoeless) and a giant diaper bag stocked to the brim with crayons, books, toys that don't make (much) noise, snacks, sippy cups, Flash Flood's blankie(s), diapers, wipes, more snacks, and more toys, and of course our Bible, can cause heat exhaustion.
It's often said that "southern women don't sweat, they glisten." Well, that's not entirely true. Because I sweat. Like a boy. And feeling sweat drip down your back is never fun. Especially when you're in a place like church, where you're not supposed to sweat. Unless you've got something to be worried about. Ahem.
For these reasons, I've always appreciated that our church building's thermostat is kept very low. The unit runs non-stop during operating hours. And for me, that's a good thing. Or it was. Until this past Sunday...
The sermon hadn't even begun when Flash Flood had out worn his welcome in "Big Church" as the Storm refers to it. He'd already flipped through every board book, scribbled on several coloring pages (and hymnal pages), and munched on all the pretzels his tummy could handle. During a scripture reading, Flash Flood squealed repeatedly, "I wanna PWAY! PWAY! I WANNA PWAY WIF KAY! Gooooo! Pway wif Kay, pwease?! PWEASE! PWAY!! GOOOO!" (Kay is what Flash Flood calls his girlfriend, and he knew she was in the nursery playing.)
I quickly gathered the squealer, and his blankie, threw him up on my hip and tried to exit the pew before anymore pleas interrupted fellow worshipers. As I stepped into the aisle, I felt a cool breeze, and remembered all too late that a floor vent was blowing, full blast. My dress flew up, Marilyn Monroe style. Though I'm certain I looked much more like Mary Katherine Gallagher as I awkwardly tried to push my dress back over my four month pregnant body (and maternity panties), all while holding on to a squealing 1 1/2 year old.
I nearly went forward at the end of the sermon, to issue a public apology to all who were unfortunate enough to witness my Marilyn Monroe/Mary Katherine Gallagher crisis.
Embarrassing moments... The story of my life.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
I'll be honest... I haven't replied to her yet because lately, my children have been behaving much like a mix of the cast from Jackass AND Jersey Shore. (photo credit: IMDb.com)
Another reason for wanting my children to experience life with siblings is so that when Bert and I pass away (when we're old and gray, long before any of them, Lord willing) they will have each other to help with the grieving process, to tell stories and laugh about us, while sharing fun memories... Our legacy.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Seriously, Lydia & Kate are like the coolest girls ever in the blog world. And they allowed ME to be a part of their awesomeness for a day. (Here's the link: http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2011/07/domestic-enemies-of-large-family.html )
Okay, I totally feel like a 9th grade nobody, and the coolest Senior captains of the cheerleading squad just asked me to sit at their lunch table!
So do me a favor and check it out, if you will. Pretty please. With cherries on top? You too will fall in love with Lydia & Kate.
And if you're visiting here for the first time, here's a big group hug from The Storm! ((( )))
So glad you stopped by. Feel free to stay a while... the laundry can wait.
Love, Big Momma