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Cuteness on Top

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

My darling daughter right there at the youngest, summing up the wonder of my babes is all silky soft and beautiful dark, with an impossible lop of twirl on top. One night taking our African friends advice I shakily cut away at her curls. I cried. But the next day as if from heaven I received a gift from my newest sister, sweet Erin, knitted up comfort for my babies bald. And now she is all silky soft and beautifully dark with cuteness on top.

Simple Celebration

Thursday, December 6, 2012

It was to be a simple celebration

I am realising with five littles, simple no longer exists!

Three with the tummy flu and the other half with a viral flu and a Mama wobbling on a broken toe.

Yet all the germs settled just enough to have a sweet celebration for our precious one year old.

With a clean white snow covered theme and simple the aim, we decided that this year we would implement ‘toonie’ parties, a tip off from another large family, each guest (family) brings a toonie for the celebrant and a toonie for the celebrant to donate to a cause of choice. I love this for so many reasons. For one I am very particular about the toys my children play with, second I do not like having to many toys, I feel as though gift giving as generous as some may be has simply got out of hand and much to extravagant for children’s birthday gifts, another thing that I appreciate is that it offers a chance for my children to give back in a personal way. This was our first toonie party and I like it! We are going to contribute Jeriah`s donations to the diaper fund at the home where Amaris lived for the first months of her life. And to spend his gift money, well, we might take him out for ice-cream or hot chocolate, once this family is healthy again!

One... ohhh Jeriah... One!

Monday, December 3, 2012

Winter hung last year’s moon low and heavy, mirroring round my belly, it’s glow reflecting across the seconds of that nights birth, our fourth, a Son! Grace, complete, filled space with the same touch of Holy as that moon. And I have been hushed in wonder as life and love have stretched golden across my heart, through those first fourteen jaundice weeks, as the yellow drained an unexplained gray crept in with that purple ring round the perfect of his lips that scared his mama so, those wondering shades of gray gave way to three months with not an ounce of growth.

Those trembling Father’s hands that caught you a full orbit of nights ago trembled through midnight prayers for health and whole and a life to be lived. This night a complete count of 365 is filled with the same glorious grace and you sleep contented, heart, lungs, health, vibrant as the moons glow.

I think, you, my fourth, just thought to stamp hard your mark upon my heart.

You won me, fully, fully alive, every breath, the gloss of every graced gurgle, every tear lacing down those cheeks I have kissed ohhh so many times. It is only you out of all these babies that still command the nights, with your precious sigh when you have willed your way back between my sheets. It is only you that I have carried as in those nine months, slinged and snuggle against my heart whispering constant your name. It is you my fourth with that generous way that has calmly accepted a twinsy sister. It is you as we toasted with chocolate and gifted but one brown paper package that sat calmly among your sibling’s reaches and touches and treats with golden sweet stretched across your smile.

It is you my son whom

I Love

Fully and Forever