Seven Months of Life

It’s hard to believe that my little one is seven months old today.

baby with baby food on face

I had to snap a picture of her doing her favorite thing:  eating.  She gets so excited that her arms and legs are flying in every direction between bites, until she starts filling up and then she leans back and relaxes.  So funny!

I wish I could say it’s been seven months of constant joy, but it hasn’t.  It’s been seven months of real life.  Seven months of trying to balance the lives of 8 children, each of whom is unique and has individual needs.  It’s been seven months of learning, seven months of growing, seven months of reminding myself to treasure and remember as much of it as I possibly can.

So, for the record, here are some tidbits about her at seven months:

She likes to try and steal her two year old sister’s pacifier when she can get to it.
Her whole body wiggles with joy when she sees me.
She likes to stand on her head (picture a baby on head and toes with bum in the air).
She likes to pound on her toys.
She enjoys her Dad’s music.
She can’t get enough of watching her big brothers and sisters.
She loves to move around, and will zero in on something and go for it (which means I’m vacuuming A LOT).
She laughs when people sneeze.  (Seriously, she really gets a chuckle out of it, and will notice it even if no one else does.)
She’s sleeping through the night (for the past 5 days).  Hooray!
So far there isn’t a baby food she’s tasted that she hasn’t liked.  This is a departure from most of my children who refused to eat baby food.  It made them gag.  I’m wondering if she’s going to turn into a little chunk.

In all, she’s adorable.  She makes all of us smile.  I’m so excited to show her the miracle of spring, and to have her with us during the lazy days of summer.   She has brought so much joy to our home.  Life is good.

Jennifer

My Dream Vacation

What’s your dream vacation?  The dreamiest thing you can imagine?


I’ll tell you mine.

The dreamiest thing I can imagine would be to send my entire family away on some vacation to have a fabulous time….

and to stay home ALONE.

Yep.  That’s what I want.

I watch my friends go on getaways, see women head off to retreats, and although they sound wonderful I really don’t want to go.  Why?  Because although it’s a nice break, I know that when I get back the hole will only be deeper.  Getting away isn’t solving my problem; it’s hiding it from myself.

I want one full week alone in my house.

I want to clean it, organize it, and then have it stay that way while I move on to other projects that I never get to because I’m forever preparing food, cleaning up food, washing clothes, putting away clothes, picking up clothes…. you get the picture.

I want to have my kitchen counters stay clean for more than 5 minutes.

I want to clean my basement.

I want to read a book without worrying that I’ll forget to pick someone up.

I want to go through pictures, school papers, memories, and be able to sort & organize them without helpers.

I want to purge my house without input from 8 children.

I want to sleep.

I want to gather myself, get things in order for the long term, and prepare for the road ahead.

I want quiet.

And on the hard days when I really let myself dream of what I’d do, I start to think, “Hmmm. One week might not be enough!  I might need two!”  And then I quickly remind myself that I’d better just shoot for one, or my husband might send the children back ALONE because he needed some space, too.  And I really like him and would most definitely want him to come back WITH them.  So I’m okay with one week.

Yes, crazy lady that I am, I want to be home alone.

The funny thing is that there is probably nothing that is less likely to happen in my life.  Not for years and years and years.

Still, I can dream…

March 4th


vintage paper flags

For me, March 4th is a mini-holiday of sorts.  It is, after all, mandate.  Have you ever thought about it?  Today is the day that the calendar says to us all:  March Forth!

And isn’t that what you feel like doing now that February is over and simply turning the calendar is proof that spring is on the way?  There is so much I want to do as the weather warms up!

I try to talk to my children on March 4th about the concept of marching forth in life to accomplish what we should be doing.  Sometimes it’s fun to turn on some marching music and let the little ones parade around the house waving flags.  Some years we’ve all set or re-dedicated ourselves to our goals.  Some years I’ve traced my children’s feet as a reminder that we need to be moving in positive directions.

For me personally it’s a wonderful day to pause and review what’s really important to me.  I always find myself doing this at the turn of a new year, at the beginning of summer vacation, and when school starts again in the fall.  Adding March 4th to the list of times when I re-focus my mind and heart has been beneficial.

So, even while the snow falls outside my windows this afternoon, I am pondering spring.  I am pondering how I need to adjust my days to set me on a straighter course to the life I really want.

In our modern world, the idea of marching is tied closely to parades and celebrations.  But historically, marching has meant armies moving great distances over rough terrain.  It has meant migration for different groups of people, and often migration not of their choosing.  While I’ve never been on such a march, I imagine that it gets really hard, especially in the middle.

Life is a march over long distances, through lots of mud and rain and sun and drought.  It is also a march that involves brilliant moments of illumination, breathtaking views, refreshing water and cool breezes.  It is up to me to seek the beauty, up to me to stay on course, up to me to just KEEP GOING.

One of my all-time greatest heroes, Gordon B. Hinckley, was asked once how he managed to get so much done, to preside over an international church with millions of members while in his 90’s.  His response was that every night when he went to bed, he made sure he got up the next morning.

Sometimes marching involves cresting a hill and marveling at the view below.  Other times it simply means that we endure, that we get out of bed again and do our very best, even when our best seems like nothing.

So today I say…

Keep Going Look Up Endure Press Forward Search Diligently MARCH FORTH!

If you need some inspiration, do a little research on Henry Knox and how he moved some 80 cannon through terrible circumstances to Boston at the beginning of the American Revolutionary War.

His assessment:  “Perseverance accomplished what at first seemed impossible.”
I call that a quote worth memorizing.

What will you march forth to do?

Jennifer

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