Mar. 2, 2006 - There is a season...
I look down at this little (big) baby sleeping in my arms, and he's growing up so fast. And he wants to grow up as fast as possible. He wants to stand, he wants to crawl, he wants to speak. He wants to see the world and take it all in. He wants to look people in the eye and find out what it's all about. He's ready to go!
But he doesn't want me to put him down yet... Not for more than a few minutes, anyway.
DD4 is amazing me everyday. We have begun to memorize things together, she and I. We started memorizing scripture. She amazes me. We are memorizing a poem this month. Today she got the first stanza down, no problem- "How doth the little busy bee." It was the one she wanted to learn. She is ready to learn. She IS learning! She can choose what she wants. She can tell me what she thinks about everything. She gets taller every single day, and she has this big beautiful curly hair and lovely delicate features and is so girly, but she can't wait to go outside and climb a tree or dig in the dirt, and then she hugs me, and I just love this girl!
DD3- my sweet little goose. My girl- she does what SHE wants, and nothing else. She won't talk, unless she wants to. But she can talk- and she gets her meaning across, no problem there. She plays games where she makes it clear SHE'S in charge- tell her to touch her nose and she will touch every other part of her body, EXCEPT her nose, and then she touches YOUR nose! They've tested her and have decided that she is at 6-9 months in her speaking skills, 12 months in her comprehension. That's nonsense. So she didn't want to put your stupid little toy where you told her to put it. So she didn't want to play your game the way you wanted. So she wouldn't touch her nose when you told her to. Severe speech DISORDER? Why does everything that is different or out of the ordinary have to be a disorder, a disease? SuperDad says I'm being too sensitive about this, but I won't label her. So she needs so help learning to speak, we will help her. But I don't want to label her, or try to force her to be somebody or something she's not.
DS2- I love him with his sunglasses on all the time- his future is so bright, he has to wear shades, right? My little boy, so proud of himself in his new underwear. (YAY!!) Mr. Candy-boy- sniffs out chocolate better than a hound. He's my boy. He's growing up so fast too, but still, he has his blankey that he holds to his nose, and he sucks his lip like he has since he was just a little guy, and slowly, slowly, his eyes close, and he drifts off to sleep.
That brings me back to Baby Jah Jah, sleeping in my arms. The whole house is asleep, four little ones snoring softly, SuperDad slumbering after working so hard to take care of our little family, providing us with a home to love each other in, and a life where we can all be together and our children can have everything, everyone and all the time they need.
Sweet dreams.
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