tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12984941710684757782024-02-20T01:59:49.878+02:00Mommy MemoirsThe day to day life of the Isaacs FamilyRuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-45453975137292901992014-02-03T23:51:00.001+02:002014-02-03T23:51:00.047+02:00A new space for my thoughts<p dir="ltr">I started a new blog since the web address for this one is grace in south Africa and we no longer live in South Africa. I am trying to be better about posting more often, so if your interested here it is</p><p dir="ltr"><br></p><p dir="ltr">www.mammasmemoirs.blogspot.com</p>
RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-26845535066856843692014-01-16T04:20:00.001+02:002014-01-16T14:42:06.291+02:00New blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well I started a new blog, hopefully I will be better about writing in it. But if you are at all interested here is the link. I hope it to be more of a daily encounter or at least monthly. Here it <span style="color: black;">is</span> <a href="http://www.mammasmemoirs.blogspot.com/">The Isaacs Tribe</a></div>
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-79406200577001918542013-12-03T23:52:00.001+02:002013-12-03T23:52:38.246+02:00The Lord Gives and the Lord Taketh away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have learned a lot these past few weeks. It is difficult
to loose a child. Even if it is a child you have never physically laid eyes on
except through an ultrasound machine. But I did love my child. I learned that
there are many women who have experienced miscarriages. Many of whom do not
speak of such things because they feel like a failure. I have learned that we arent failures, its sometimes Gods way, even if we do not understand why.</div>
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There is a taboo in the world to talk about the fact you had
a miscarriage. But the amazing thing is that when one woman comes about sharing
her grief because of a recent loss of an unborn child, Women come out of the
woodwork comforting the one in a way only those who have gone through it know.
There are no words to say. As I came home that awful day from the doctor’s
office, my dad hugged me as I sobbed on his chest. He and my mom lost one right
before I came around. He whisphered in a choked up voice “The Lord gives and
the taketh away”. My sister who lost one around the same time I lost ours came
into my room;she just hugged me, while I sobbed on her shoulder
with my husband crying in corner of our room, she understood. </div>
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We do not know why these things happen. And some ladies experience
multiple miscarriages without ever being able to conceive. We live in a fallen
world. When Adam sinned, death came into the world (Rom 5:12). All I know is
that God is good. He is gracious and merciful to those who follow him. He loves
us so much that he himself died so that we could live. </div>
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As Gary was dealing with his broken heart of the loss of our
child, he was reminded of the story of David. David also mourned.(2 Samuel 12) While the
child was sick he did not eat, he laid on the ground and mourned for his child,
but when the Lord finally took the child, David got up, cleaned himself and
worshipped God. Why, why would he do this. His servants asked him the same
question. He replied “Can I bring my child back from the dead?” Its true. Only
God can do that. And he has his reasons for the things he does. For me I
mourned that whole weekend. Everything brought me to tears. I prayed that somehow
God would be bring the child in side of me back to life. I even asked my Dr to
do another ultrasound, partly because I just didn’t believe it. He graciously
did. After my D and C that Monday my heart was not in pain any more. As my
Doctor took my lifeless child from my body God was filling up the hole and
healing the pain with his hopes and promises.<span class="text"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"> You have turned for me</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;">my mourning into dancing;</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span class="text"><span style="background: white;">You have</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="background: white;">loosed my sackcloth and girded me
with</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="background: white;">gladness,</span></span></span>
<span class="text"><span style="background: white;">That</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span><span class="text"><i><span style="background: white;">my</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="background: white;">soul may sing praise to You and not
be silent.</span></span> <span class="text"><span style="background: white;">O</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span><span class="small-caps"><span style="background: white; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="background: white;">my God, I will</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span><span class="text"><span style="background: white;">give thanks to You forever.</span> (Psalm
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I am still sad about
the death of our child, but we are blessed to have one arrow in our quiver and
we hope and pray that the Lord will continue to fill up our quiver. But if he
chooses not to do so, our one arrow is pretty great. Oh she is a sinner, I see
it daily and more often these days ( I think she has the Caines temper and
strong will). But what JOY does she bring. Her smiles and laughter can brighten anyone's day. <span class="text"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-5157899293464298202013-11-22T00:29:00.001+02:002013-11-22T00:29:53.589+02:00The Unthinkable<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You know that moment when you just are numb, you don't know what to think, what to say. Your eyes are all cried out. you are just numb. That is where I am at at this moment...I feel numb.<br />
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I had my 10 week check today. I love my doctor, he is a godly christian man. I am friends with his wife. But as he was searching for a heartbeat his face became downcast, I could tell something was wrong. He apologetically said "Ruth, there is no heart beat." In my manner of putting up a wall and trying not to show emotion in public I said " its ok". He said lovingly but sternly, "No, no its not ok"<br />
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Its not ok, but there is nothing I can do, my heart is broken, Gary's heart is broken. But as Lilly got up from her nap with a smile on her face and laughter exploding from her mouth, and a big hug for me not knowing anything about what is going. Her laughter filled my heart. I am blessed to have a daughter alive and well.<br />
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The baby seems to have stopped growing in the past 2 weeks and has now left this world. I do not know if babies go to heaven, or if they don't and we will never truly know, but I would love to believe and hope that my baby is in the Lords arms, playing with his cousin who passed away at around the same age, and Granddaddy Caines and Uncle Lennon are watching over him (or her).<br />
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My heart is broken, I have had friends who have lost babies, and I was saddened by their loss. But now I know and understand the unthinkable pain that they went through. My heart is broken. My eyes are weary from crying. All I can say is "Come Lord Jesus, Come"</div>
RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-57424172230091191082013-10-30T20:27:00.000+02:002013-10-30T20:27:13.625+02:00Coming JUNE 2014<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Well I just by chance thought I would take a pregnancy test, for no other reason except I was a couple days late and I felt exhausted. I am never regular so I was expecting it to negative, But it was positive. We couldn't be more excited to welcome another little Isaacs into the world. I have hunch that its a BOY, but we will have to wait to see.</div>
RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-71347615717882789942013-08-14T02:46:00.000+01:002013-11-02T02:46:32.985+02:00Homeward Bound<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have always been the adventures type, pretty much up for anything. (except anything to do with my feet dangling and the possibility of plummeting to the ground).<br />
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I love seeing new places and meeting new people. My mom says I am a lot like my Aunt Candy. I am not sure if that is true, since as much as I like meeting new people I am not much of an extrovert, more of an introvert, who doesn't mind meeting new people.<br />
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When Gary and I met and got married we both decided that we would be living in South Africa. I made my peace about not seeing my family very often, but then I had a baby. Lilly has brought so much joy in my life, but she has also brought that homesick feeling that I have rarely ever gotten in my life. I have missed not being able to call my sisters or mom about advice, instead I have to send an email and wait 7 +/- hrs for a response on what to do with this or that. I have grown up a lot and had to rely on my husband, which has been a great time to grow and develop our friendship and love for one another, but I still felt homesick. I still struggled with the concept that might possibly never know my daughter. The precious little girl that she is. That if we have another one, that my parents might not be able to come for a visit because the last trip was so hard on them. Or the fact that we might never be able to make it to the states because it just costs way to much. All these worries were making me more and more homesick. With all my other adventures I always knew that I would be headed back home. But with this one, I knew I had to make a home here, I had to be content and happy here. And I was and am...As long as I have Gary with me and Lilly, I will always be home. But my US family I was missing more then i thought I could.<br />
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Gary started feeling like he need to continue his studies, and that he wanted to be mentored by a pastor, since he wasn't working under any one here even though he was a pastoral intern. He has learned A LOT these 2.5 yrs, but there is a lot more for him to learn before he feels confident to lead a church on his own.<br />
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In December 2012 Gary and I started to pray and talk more about moving to the states. We finally made a firm decision that we were going to pursue Gary's green card and Lilly's US citizenship. It was quite a process, but thankfully it is over now. Gary has his visa, and we are moving HOME (for me). I worry that Gary will feel as homesick as I felt here. But by Gods grace, I know how he will feel and I know how to comfort him.<br />
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I am looking forward to being home with my family, and i can't wait to see where the Lord will lead us as a family during this next great adventure in our lives. This will be the first time I will be home as a mother and wife, so it will be a different change for me, but I am ready.</div>
RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-80196297241427072792013-06-25T19:51:00.003+01:002013-06-25T20:10:36.531+01:00BIG DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So today was a big day for the Isaacs or should I say Mommy and Lilly.<br />
Lilly has been using a bottle since she was 6 months old. She loves her bottle and I was nervous whether or not she would give it up or not. Several months ago after fighting Lilly to use a sippy cup we bought a straw cup for her tea and juice. She loved it and it has worked very well. Today daddy came home with a new one and she didn't have her milk in a bottle except for the one in the morning! SO NO MORE BOTTLES...<br />
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Also after fighting naps all day yesterday, Gary and I decided maybe she was trying to drop her morning nap :( (makes me kind of sad because that was when I would get stuff done, now I have to reschedule my day). Today she only took one nap it wasn't very long either. but She made it til 8 tonight but fell asleep while I was praying with her.<br />
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What a day! One nap and No Bottles! My little MUNCHKIN is growing up.<br />
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-12704328589186192142013-04-16T13:59:00.000+01:002013-04-18T14:00:05.666+01:002 years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Three years ago I stepped off a plane and took my first
steps in Cape Town, South Africa. Never did I imagine that those steps would
change my life forever. Shortly after landing in Cape Town I met a guy. I didn't realize at the point that this man would become my best friend. </div>
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Gary and I have celebrated our 2<sup>nd</sup> anniversary. I
can’t believe it has been 2 years. I can’t believe its been 3 years since I met
him. I remember unpacking my bags in my room and this guy knocks on the door
and asked if I just moved on to campus. I didn't remember his name, but I
remembered his smile. That Smile continued and the friendship blossomed. I didn't think anything of it until one evening he asked me to join him to go to a rugby
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am, because the little league game
started at 7. I thought it was strange that he asked me to go, but I had asked
me a while before if he would teach me rugby. I just thought that this was the
way he was going to do it.<br />
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We became better and better friends. I use to work on my art
projects for kids club in the Kitchen, because there were big tables. Gary
would come in at night to get something hot to drink. He joined my often and
sat a talked to me as I did my posters. One Day he invited me to take a walk
with him. I didn’t know that that walk would change my life forever. He told me
on that walk that he wanted to pursue a relationship with me and he wanted to
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These 2 years of marriage, have not been easy. But they have
been wonderful. We have struggled in many ways, but God has blessed us beyond
what we deserve or could imagine.</div>
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Gary, you are my best friend; in those times where I have
felt alone and isolated you where always there beside me. You are a wonderful
husband, and a wonderful daddy. I am so blessed that the Lord saw fit to bring
you into my life. I love you more than anything in this world. We have made
through 2 years, and I cannot wait to see were the next 50 take us, together,
hand in hand in hand with GOD.</div>
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-27338289722219802672013-03-31T18:49:00.004+02:002013-03-31T18:49:40.672+02:00Training UP!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most Easters I take time to reflect and spend time in God's wonderment leading up to Easter Sunday. But this Easter It just seems as if it just crept in with out me getting a chance to even ponder what a glorious thing that Christ did for me. Since Lilly was born it seems as if my days go by to fast keeping track of the clock and either waiting for the next nap time or when she should be waking up. She is a a huge blessing in my life, but this Easter, instead of focusing on my sinfulness and how the Lord took the pain and Punishment I should have received I have been thinking more about training my daughter up. It is tough work. Discipline has been such a challenge for me. More then I thought it would have been. Lilly is generally a very good little girl. But She still requires to be trained in the way she should go. But I got into a discipline debate with some mommies who believe that Spanking shouldn't start until a child is 3, which is a whole other story. but the debate got me to really think about How the Lord still disciplines and train us in the way we should go even as adults. The Learning Processes never stops. God sometimes uses "spankings" with us to learn that what we are doing is disobedient but sometimes he uses it to save us. I don't spank Lilly when she try's to grab my cup of tea because what she is doing in BAD, but because if she pulls in top of her she will get burned and be in a lot pain. I spank her because I don't want her to get hurt. I am give a moment of barely any pain in order to save her from what could be days of pain or more. God does the same things to us as Christians. God uses situations in our lives that are very painful but if we kept going in that path we could have been hurt even more. I am not saying that all painful things in our lives is God disciplining us, but he is training us. For What? I don't know. and I don't know if we will always be 100% certain of Why things happen the way they do. Sometimes its just so that we can learn to trust and lean on him more. I know that I don't always take things to HIM straight away, I try to fix things myself which usually makes things worse. But I know that those times when I bad situation happens and I sit and pray and give it over to God things start to become more clear on what the right thing is to do. And things generally start to work out better then I had planned or imagined</div>
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As I learn and fumble on how to train my daughter up in the ways she should go, I am humbled by how hard it is. but the Lord does it for each and everyone of his children, He even took the harshest punishment upon himself so that we could live.</div>
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-40122804397080182172013-03-26T08:34:00.000+02:002013-03-28T08:35:29.835+02:00The Joys of Working from Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lilly is a very sweet little girl. She loves people and is
very sociable, but her two favorite people in the World are me and Gary. Of
course that is who takes care of her so naturally that is right. We have been
blessed these past few years to have Gary be able to work from home. He does go to work a few times a week, to
lead bible studies, but he is home 75% of the week. Lilly recently has realized
what it looks like if Gary is leaving.
She gets very clingy to him and follows him all over the house until he
does eventually leave. And when he does go out the door, she sits at the door
and looks longingly or starts to cry. She doesn't really know what it is like to have mommy or daddy gone from her...Usually mommy is with her all the time except for the those short 3 hrs on Wed when I go and tutor and Memaw watches her. So its hard for her when Daddy leaves and she isn't going with....She usually always goes with.</div>
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Today Gary is working on his Good Friday Sermon in the
bedroom. He has the door shut…Lilly all day today couldn't figure out why the
door was actually shut. After I took Gary his tea, I didn't latch the door and
Lilly was able to push it open. You would have thought she had just won a
million dollars. It was a huge smile on her face to see Daddy sitting behind
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-89896731810017920032013-03-02T08:01:00.000+02:002013-03-02T08:01:21.353+02:00One Year of being a Mommy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Can it really be a year already? I just can't fathom. This year has been wonderful. New learning experiences. and I finally feel like I am getting the hang of this motherhood thing. But what happen to that tiny little baby we brought home from the hospital this time last year.<br />
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She has blossomed into a beautiful little Girl. She is full of life. She loves to play, she loves to dance. She wants her mommy involved in what she is doing, but she is ok going off into her room to play by herself. She is weaned. As much as I didn't enjoy nursing, I miss those moments of snuggling with her. Now she doesn't sit still long enough to even finish her bottle at one go, she takes a good 45 mins of coming back and forth to her bottle. She wants to walk every where, except she really isn't confident to do it by her self just yet. and as much as I would love for her to walk independently I am missing my little baby girl so much. No its not time for Gary and I to have another one. As much as I would love it, its just not a good time for us, with all the changes that will take place this year. But Lilly is no longer a baby, she is a toddler. And this mommy's heart is sore because of it. I have to say I don't miss the multiple middle of night feeds, and explosive diapers in the middle of the night, or the I can't get this kid to go back to sleep moments; but I do miss the little baby girl. But I am grateful that I am a mommy. I have always wanted this, and I am enjoying it so much. She is learning more and more everyday. and even though she just babels, we talk often. and I love it. I love her big toothless smile, and Her CRAZY hair, and her sweet personality. She will always be my first baby, the one that made me a mommy. I love you Lillian Christine. God truly has blessed me by putting you into my life and making me your mommy.</div>
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-55037074217854347012013-01-25T09:26:00.004+02:002013-01-26T10:08:21.111+02:00Mommy's baby is getting too BIG <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My baby girl is almost 11 months old...Where has the time gone? She has
almost completely weaned herself. She only nurses in the morning these
days and gets bottles the rest of the day and for bed time.<br />
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Its a little heart breaking for this mommy; My favorite time with Lilly has always been when i would feed her and rock her before I put her in her crib for bed. But lately, as soon as her bottle is empty she sit right up and reaches for her bed. Doesn't she realize mommy wants to Snuggle. She is my baby and I need her snuggle, I want her to snuggle...This mommy loves snuggling, and her baby girl just doesn't want to do it anymore at night; if her bed is near by and she is tired, she wants her bed.<br />
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She is a mommy's girl She doesn't like mommy to do things with out her. She reminds me a lot of Aunt Gretchen: She plays with her hair when she gets tired, she hates to be hot, and she wants mommy close by. I am grateful though that she will stay with Granddad and Memaw with out any issues. (which isn't like Aunt Gretchen, more like her mommy). She loves music, and dances as soon as she hears the set of notes. We have been watching "friends" lately and as soon as the them song comes on Lilly starts dancing. It is so cute.<br />
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She isn't walking yet, but she pulls up on EVERYTHING (even kids just a few months older then her) and wants to CLIMB everything. Yesterday at Church, Gary was in the office printing the bulletins for Sunday and I was getting the hall ready for Bible Study, Lilly was playing quietly on the floor. But the next thing I know she has crawled into the sanctuary and up the steps and is on the stage. The problem with this is is she doesn't know how to get back down. I have tried to show her, but when I try to move her she thinks I am picking her up. I know she will get the hang of it eventually.<br />
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She is still Tiny. We haven't taken her into the nurse to get weighed, but I am guessing she is around 6.5 to 7 kg ( 14.3-15.5 lbs). She is still in 3-6 months clothes and she still wears some 0-3 month as long as they are T shirts or Shorts and not Onsies. She is going to be smaller then I was at a year, but that is ok. She loves to eat and loves her bottles, she is just tiny. Her daddy was a small baby as well, so she doesn't have much hope. Just hoping if we have boys they get Uncle Davids genes in the height area. Except soccer players don't need to be tall :)<br />
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She is the cutest baby in the world and I love her.</div>
RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-44832254731302783772012-12-04T20:48:00.001+02:002012-12-04T20:48:40.446+02:00One of those days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Do you ever feel like any moment the damns are about to break and anything can set off? Well that has been me all day.<br />
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My hormones are a little bit crazy at moment, but I just feel like I am going to loose it, and I did...changing a diaper.<br />
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my baby girl... She got her 9 month shots yesterday. The first one she hardly cried, but the second one, she ripped mine, Gary's as well as the nurse hearts out, with her tears and can't catch your breath crying. It was awful. So she was a little fussy yesterday... She is teething and now she got her Measles and Whooping Cough shots so she is just a mess. I wound up having a migraine yesterday afternoon (thanks hormones and weather), so needless to say I barely had any energy today. and my clingy little girl who only wanted Mommy just wore me out. It is so nice to be loved and wanted...I miss when she was 6 weeks old and I could just snuggle her all day, But it can be overwhelming at times too. I love her playful, busy little self, but today that wasn't her. She wanted to play, but she was miserable. Her mouth hurts and she doesn't feel 100% because of stupid shots. Her whine today tore me apart... She does this thing where she whines cruises over to me, i pick her up and she lays her head down on my chest and sucks her thumb, then looks at me and cries...as if to say mommy help me, I don't feel well. It breaks my heart.<br />
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During her 5th poopy diaper change of the day, she just started wailing, as if in pain. She does have a diaper rash...looking back on the situation that is probably why she was crying, but at the moment I lost it. I started crying and telling her I didn't know what to do, tell me what to do...Gary kindly came in and took over...<br />
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Hoping for a better day tomorrow. Who ever says being a mommy is easy has never been a mommy. Its days like today that make me wish my momma and sisters lived close by.<br />
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-17916605745180936792012-11-13T08:55:00.000+02:002012-11-13T08:55:10.010+02:00Powerful Poisons come in small packages<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is an Afrikaans saying, and it so applies to Lilly.<br />
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I am one tired momma. I am thankful she is sleeping through the night which she started doing at about 6 1/2 months. Because she is constantly going. She use to get so frustrated that she couldn't get where she wanted to go. Then she started crawling and would get frustrated that she wasn't fast enough. Now she is crawling all over the house and she is pulling up on everything she can. She wants my attention a lot of the time and barely takes naps. She takes a short nap in the morning then crashes right after lunch and sleeps for several hours (which I am thankful for) then she may or may not take another short nap later in the afternoon. She is so busy she didn't gain any weight from her 7 month check to her 8 month check and only grew 1/2 a cm. so She is still tiny.<br />
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She is definitely a sinner, and wants her own way. It took 45 mins for her to eat her cereal one morning, because mommy wasn't going fast enough and she was throwing fits...Daddy had to keep taking her to the bed room and spank her and bring her back after she was calm. It was quite an ordeal. But she is just so darn cute, even when she is crying out of frustration she is cute...which makes discipline hard for me. </div>
RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-60457795127862759382012-10-30T17:24:00.002+02:002012-12-04T20:53:05.556+02:00Please Excuse the Mess, My Family is Making Memories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the 1 1/2 years of Gary and I being married, I cannot tell you how many times I start crying because I feel I am a terrible wife because I just can't seem to keep the house clean. Our first home was on a farm so it was ALWAYS dusty and dirty, no matter how much I swept there was always dirt on the floor. We don't have a dishwasher so there is always dishes to be done. And now with a 8 month old, who takes poor naps, I can never find the time to do much around the house. It is always my goal to get the laundry done, especially if it is a Sunny Day because we don't have a dyer ( I am thankful for a Washing Machine, we ran out of washing powder last month and I did one load by hand. I have to say Gary was sick and I can't drive his car so i was stuck to do it by hand until my mother in law saw me and went and bought me washing powder {makes me very grateful for my machine even more}. ) But if i get the laundry washed and hung on the line and getting dinner made is all I get done in one day then I am very lucky. Gary tells me not worry about it, but all I think about is all those times I got into trouble as a kid for being messy. I am not a neat freak like my sister. I struggle to stay organized, it might have something to do with my learning disability but I don't know. I get stressed out when I have to organize stuff. Heather use to help me when i was at home with all my organizing. She even packed my bags when I came to Cape Town the first time.<br />
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Last month when Gary was sick, so sick he didn't leave the bed for a week and had a fever in the 40C/ 104F. I had to take care of him and Lilly and make sure Lilly didn't get sick as well. One day i had to go to the shops so My Father in Law came and picked me up and my Mother in law stayed with Lilly. My house looked like a tornado had hit it, but I was so exhausted every night after Lilly went to bed that I just couldn't think of cleaning. I was so embarrassed because our messiest part the house was our bedroom and my mother in law sat in there to chat with Gary while Lilly was sleeping. Gary reassured me that his parents didn't care and they understood that I have a baby and a sick husband, but all the moments of getting in trouble growing up for having a messing bedroom kept flooding back to me.<br />
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I cannot tell you how many times I have cried on Gary's shoulder about this issue and he keeps telling me that he and Lilly are my main priority and if the house work doesn't get done then it doesn't get done. We don't live in a house but a home, and to get over it. He tells me if I get one chore done a day then to be happy with that. But I fear people think I am Lazy...I mean what do I do all day, I'm a stay at home mom. I take care of a baby, which is a full time job.<br />
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So my new painting for our walls is going to be "Please Excuse the Mess, My Family is Making Memories"...mostly to remind myself that we don't live in a house but a home and Lilly and our future children are more important and I want them to know that Mommy wants to spend time with them instead of the dishes, vacuum and bleach. And I want them to have GOOD memories growing up...<br />
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And when Lilly gets old enough and if more children come along I hope to start her and them with age appropriate chores.</div>
RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-15187272844181751472012-09-21T20:02:00.000+02:002012-09-23T20:22:18.352+02:00Favorite Fridays<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am learning to find the Joys and not focus on the bad...it is hard sometimes to not focus on the negative aspects so here is week 2 of me focusing on the blessings of the week instead of the negatives<div>
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<i>1. A husband who willingly helps out around the house</i></div>
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<i>2. A little girl who sleeps through the night and is so pleasant...you would never have guessed that she had horrible Colic her first several months of life.</i></div>
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<i>3. Having all our needs provided...even when you are trying to figure out how to make the last few penny's last til pay day</i></div>
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<i>5. A little girl who is loving learning new things and wanting to try all kinds of things, and foods.</i></div>
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<i>6. Going on a much needed date with hubby with out baby in tow</i></div>
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<i>7. Being able having my best friend as my husband, who I can speak about anything with</i></div>
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-89831472351818101612012-09-19T17:11:00.001+02:002012-09-19T17:11:36.003+02:00What are you doing?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She prefers to sit up and play with her toys then laying down....</div>
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She also thinks she should be involved in EVERYTHING Gary and I do. She wanted to read Daddy's book so we gave her one of her own!<br />
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I was looking at Newspapers ads and Lilly wanted to sit on my lap with me...She pulled all the ads on the ground...I put her on the ground where she played for 30mins with the ads<br />
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I love this pic! all her Toys on one side of her, and the ads on the other side...and her face says which should I play with MOM?</div>
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I have been encouraged to write a list of favorite things from the week past...I will try to come up with a list every Friday, but being a mamma of a 6 month old it might not happen. This week could be hard to get a list since this week was the first time Gary and I have been separated since before we got married, but I have had some wonderful moments this week which I am thankful for<br />
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<i>A dear friend, Lorna coming and staying for a few days to keep me company and help with Lilly while Daddy was in Pretoria. </i></div>
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<i>A little girl that lights up when ever she is naked! if I would let her she would be in her nappy (diaper) all day long...she even cries when i start to put new clothes on her.</i></div>
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So with out my husband this week, which i was dreading, I am able to look back and say it was a good week. There were sad moments where I missed my husband so much and Lilly was driving me nuts, but in the end it was a good week and I am thankful for all the little moments that has made it special.</div>
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Sunday night at church Lilly started to cough and wheeze some. I didn't think much about it, just thought she was getting a cold. Monday morning she woke up with a fever so I gave her meds and lots of Fluids hoping she would get better, and to me it seemed that she was better on Tuesday...but I could she didn't feel 100%<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Wed morning she woke up at 3 am, 4 am, 5 am and 630am she woke because of Coughing. She still had a slight fever but nothing bad 99.1, but I was debating whether to not to take to the doctor. We had an appt with the nurse for her 6 month Check up 2pm so I decided I would ask her first. As soon as we walked into her </span><span style="text-align: left;">office and she heard Lilly wheezing She asked us to take Lilly to our Pediatrician. We called the Pediatrician and he said to bring her in asap. As soon as we walked into his room, he said she needs to be hospitalized to get breathing treatments </span><span style="text-align: left;">Oxygen. Gary and I were devastated. There were a lot of What ifs going on in my head. That if I had taken her to the dr on Monday we wouldn't have to have gone in to the hospital, but Dr Christie said that no matter when we had brought her in he would have sent her to the hospital because its going around and not to scare us but a baby died at one of the Local Hospitals last week because the right precautions weren't taken</span><span style="text-align: left;">. Since we don't have medical Aide our Pediatrician sent us to a Govt hospital where children under 6 gets treated for free. (we are so thankful for this) It took a litte bit to get to the pediatric ward because with govt things there are a LOT of steps and hoops you have to go through to get where you need to go, but we finally got to the ward.</span></div>
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Her first couple of breathing treatments were torture for not only her, but me as well. She screamed and I cried. Its this big massive mask with this yucky smelling stuff blowing in her face and she was just frightened. She didn't know what it was or why it was happening.<br />
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The nurses turned lights out at 930pm but it was still fairly bright in our room that we shared with to other babies. Lincoln and Philip. Lincoln was 20 months old and had been in hospital 10 days with a fever for no known cause. and Philip was 1 month old with bronchial pneumonia. Lilly's room at home is dark and we rarely turn the lights on at home, so she thought it was daytime all night and barely slept. She and I got about 2 hrs of sleep. We both were exhausted, but the every 2 hr breathing treatments worked well and when the Dr did her rounds at 8 am she said that there was still a slight wheeze but she hopes getting Lilly on an asthma pump will help and then we could go home<br />
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The Dr came back at 12 and said she looked at Lilly's xrays from the day before and her lungs looked better then what she thought (we had a different Dr admit us who originally looked at the xrays) so she said as soon as we get the pump from the pharmacy (they deliver between 12-1) and a nurse shows us how to use it we can go home. The Dr we had (can't remember her name) was a mom of a 6 month old too, so she knows how we were feeling. </div>
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Lilly is now home, she slept 11 hrs last night with only one feed during that time, but she woke up this morning with a terribly blocked nose. It took 30 mins of off and on of the nose aspirator to get it all out so she could eat. </div>
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My baby Girl is 6 Months old Tomorrow! Can you believe it! I know I can't.</div>
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<span style="background-color: #efa900; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;">We chose the spot, we dug the hole</span><br style="background-color: #efa900; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="background-color: #efa900; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;">We laid the maples in the ground to have and hold</span><br style="background-color: #efa900; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="background-color: #efa900; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;">As Autumn falls to Winters sleep</span><br style="background-color: #efa900; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /><span style="background-color: #efa900; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;">We pray that somehow in the Spring</span></div>
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RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-42814738004308101822012-08-28T08:33:00.002+01:002012-08-28T08:33:40.172+01:00Desires of My heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of being a Wife and a mother. When I hit 25 yrs old I started to think that was not my calling in Life. I felt maybe the Lord had other plans for me. I was not happy about it what could I do? If God had other plans I would have to find contentment in my life and with the job the Lord had given me to do. After going to Kenya several times I felt the call to go to the mission field, but I really didn't want to go because I knew if I did that would mean I was going to be single the rest of my life. I prayed for contentment and asked the Lord to take the desires of my heart away, so that I could serve him fully and do what he had called me to do. The desires never left, but I knew I had to enter into the mission field. Who knew that while obeying the Lords commands he would bring into my life a wonderful man. <div>
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These past two years have been a complete 180 for me. Gary and I met at the Bible Institute,where I was living and he was studying April 2010. We started dating August 2010. Got engaged November 2010, Got Married April 2011, found out we were expecting August 2011 and Welcomed our baby girl Lilly into the world Feb 2011. She is now 6 months old and such a joy to have.</div>
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God continues to be faithful to me even when I do not deserve his love. He has given me the desires of my heart when i thought those desires would never be met. I know God sometimes says No to those desires, but I glad he said yes to me.</div>
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My Leap Year Baby...Lillian Christine 3 1/2 weeks early.... That feeling of being a mommy is so great! </div>
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My Family! Thank you Lord for saying yes to my hearts desires!</div>
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Lilly woke up at 12 am on Tues
night coughing. I fed her and calmed her down. She proceeded to cough all night
long and waking around 530 that morning. Needless to say I didn’t sleep much. I
was so concerned that she was coughing. She woke up with a snotty nose. And after
she fed she puked all over me. I started to give her cough medicine but after
talking to my sister she said don’t; that way she can cough up all that is in
her lungs. She is a fairly pleasant baby for being sick, but she is pretty
pitiful. So Gary and I did the baby Vicks, Saline Drops and when either of got
in the shower we put her bouncy seat in the bathroom with us.</div>
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That night she woke up at 430 for
a feed. We didn’t even get half way through the feed when she puked all of over
me and floor; all milk and mucus. GROSS…I don’t handle puke very well so I was
thankful that is was night time and the only light in room was her nightlight. I
cleaned her and wiped my shoulder and rocked her to sleep. I promptly took my shirt off before I climbed
back into bed at 530. Lilly slept until 830. It was wonderful.</div>
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aspirator. Our upstairs neighbor must think we are abusing our child the way
she screams bloody murder when I use it. But it helps her breath better and she
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We are hoping that she doesn’t get
an ear ache with all this snot…so far so good</div>RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-44208076662213327672012-07-02T12:59:00.000+01:002012-07-06T13:08:15.719+01:00The Weight of Food Tantrums<br />
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Lilly has struggled to gain weight
like a normal baby should. She is small. Her parents are small, so what can
people expect. The Nurse, who we take Lilly to get weighed and get her shots,
wanted her to gain 150 grams a week. She was gaining anywhere from 80-120, so
Lizbe (our nurse) put her on 150 ml of formula a day. I felt like such a
terrible mother because my baby wasn’t gaining enough weight and I was the food
supply. My parents had just left after two weeks of constant on the go, and I
got sick right after they left. But I didn’t factor any of that in. I was just
a terrible mother who wasn’t producing enough milk, and to top it off my baby
refused any and every bottle put in her mouth. Gary and I fought her for two
weeks with bottles. I couldn’t take her screaming any more so I decided to
start her on cereal. She was just barely
3 months old and I know that is a huge no no in some people’s books but my mom
did it with my brothers so it did with Lilly. She LOVED it. She still isn’t
gaining weight like a normal baby should be but we took her into the
pediatrician at 4 months and he said “look at you (pointing at Gary and myself),
you are short. Don’t expect her to be BIG when you guys aren’t”. I told him
about giving her cereal and he didn’t even flinch. He said that is fine. She is
now eating rice or corn cereal and either apples or bananas. She loves it.</div>
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Sunday she threw her first temper
tantrum… Sundays are always rough on her because she misses her morning nap.
She doesn’t sleep very well in her car seat. She is a social baby and wants to
know what is going on around her ( a little bit like her momma). She fights sleep even when we are home. Once
a month we have a fellowship lunch at the church after the morning Service.
Lilly took several 15minute snoozes in my arms but was pretty much a fussy
pants. I fixed her cereal, which she usually devours, took her to the cry room
(she likes to have milk after she eats her cereal) and proceeded to give it to
her. She threw her hand in bowl and screamed. A scream I had never heard out of
my child before. She was mad, she wanted
milk not that stuff. I cleaned her up
then fed her. Afterwards I asked a woman in our church who I highly respect
with the way they discipline their children “When do you start spanking?” She advised me that if she is misbehaving
spank her. Just lightly slap her on her hand so that she knows what she did is
bad. You know I never have had a problem spanking my nieces or nephews but to
spank my own child, it hurts. You know all those years of hearing my dad say “this
is going to hurt me more then it hurts you” is so true. I never believed him at
those moments of sitting on his bed waiting for my punishment, but now I know
how true it is. It is torture to spank…</div>RuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298494171068475778.post-39146488898346040942012-06-23T08:09:00.001+01:002012-06-23T10:23:25.962+01:00A day in the life of LillyWhat a life to be a baby...<br />
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Lilly usually wakes up anywhere from 530 to 630 every morning... for a mommy who until she had baby said 7 was early this has been a big change. I feed her and then she gets to spend time with Daddy and Mommy in bed
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If she isn't ready for a nap she enjoys playing with her "friends" as we call them. She coos and smiles and constantly kicks her legs and arms while on her play mat.</div>
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After she plays, we get her dressed for the day! These days its been so cold that we put lots of layers on her...This day Daddy dressed her!<br />
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Naps have been a struggle for us...She does so well at night that I can't really complain. But sometimes she wont even take a nap in the afternoon...and she is super cranky. When she doesn't take her afternoon nap she goes to bed early. We removed her sleep position cushions because I had found her pretty much sleeping on top of them. Lilly is a little bit like her momma when she sleeps. I have found her all sorts of positions in the crib; laying width way, or she has done a complete 180 in her crib. It cracks me up. </div>
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She might take 3 good naps in the day if I am lucky. Her naps last anywhere from 30 mins to 2 hours. Most days its 3 or 4 30 minute cat naps. These kill me because I can't get a whole lot done, and I don't really have any time for me. But I guess that is being a momma</div>
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One of our favorite daily activities is being outside (as long as it isn't raining). Lilly loves feeding the Ducks. She just watches in wonder. One of my ways of calming her down when she is screaming for no reason is taking her outside. It is amazing how as soon as we outside she stops.<br />
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Another activity for the day is Reading. Lilly and I lay on the floor and read books. She loves staring at the brightly colored books. I hope she loves to read. I hope to get her library card this week.</div>
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These burp cloths follow Lilly wherever she goes...She has 6 really cute ones and a couple not so cute, but when you are a puker you just need to have them on stand by. You can see them in several of the photos posted above.<br />
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Lilly goes down around 6. We start her bedtime reutine around 5 with feed, bath, PJ's, daddy reading a bible story and praying, Feed then bed!<br />
What a life it is to be a baby. Poop, Sleep, Play, EAT. Having people wait on you hand and foot, come at your beckon call. Falling asleep on Daddy's shoulder. Oh what a lifeRuthAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358122990350275646noreply@blogger.com0