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The Lord is my Shepherd. He has provided.
I bask in the wholeness of my family, drinking up my sons and finding in each a unique and intoxicating bouquet. Again I smell, kiss, envelop the child for whom I've trembled. He grows so strong, snuggled in his garments, the tightly-knitted prayers of a multitude. His laughter is a resounding praise to the Architect of galaxies and dragonfly wings.

I exhale into a pillow of His calm refuge. I feel warm rays of relief seep into the window of my soul.
I search my heart for the will and wisdom to teach my treasured ones Your love, for it is all that matters.

I have crawled to the edge of a ravine so fearful and desolate, at which my eyes plead to never again glimpse. Yet, when collapsed on my knees in helpless petition, how much closer I am to You. Your rod has steadfastly conquered lions. Your staff gently nudges me to safety. I am secure in Your stronghold.

I am blessed beyond measure. May I not fail to seize an opportunity to fill another's cup.

Holding hands, my husband and I take humbled, hopeful and passionately prayerful steps, guiding three precious little ones toward manhood. We rejoice that You will persue us with Your love, every breath of our lives, for we are but ignorantly wandering lambs. May we five relentlessly look to You always.

This week has been a blast

Spring is here and the diapers haven't even melted yet. Every morning I've been playing Waffle House with my new cast iron two-burner griddle. The item apparently on the boys' menu is pancakes. I mixed it up one day and made them SpongeBob Eggs.

Isaac ate his right up, but Ian only wanted to talk to his. I finally cut it into pieces and said it was a Sponge Bob puzzle for his belly to do.


Elijah had his PET/CT scans last Tuesday. They looked quite clear and he will start his maintenance course of chemo on next Tuesday - yay!  That means we have to go up only once every 3 weeks.


I'm a million years behind on my documentation, so here is a quick run-down of items for the personal archives - no story line, no fancy transitions - nothing.


One day, I hear from the shower, "Bong! Bong!" "Ouch, Ian! That's not a bell!!"  I'll let your imagination fill in the details.


Ian has the most adorable new word.  I'll use it in a sentence.  "Ian, where are your shoes?" "I don't underknow." He does have a way of phrasing things quite effectively. We've had the pleasure of entertaining a stomach virus at our house this week. Ian told me his tummy hurt. I asked him if it hurt like he had to poop. He laid on the floor and said, "It hurts like I want to lay right here until I get up." That's pretty much exactly my sentiment.


I taught Ian about Elijah's soft spot on his head. I described that it is a place on his head that has no bone yet. When Brian came home,  Ian said, "Elijah doesn't have any bones there. I gived him one of my bones so he could be safe."


While playing outside one evening, Isaac looked up at the crescent in the sky and exclaimed, "The moon is chomped!"


Ian likes to make random announcements to invisible spectators. One time while playing blocks with him, Ian stood up and faced his audience saying, "Hi, my name is Ian. I'm building a tower and this (motioning) is my best friend, Mom."


While on a walk, we acknowledged Ian's friendly gesture of waving to a passing car. He said, "I was a gentleman!"


Actual Seuss line: This one I think is called a Yink. He likes to wink. He likes to drink. Ian's version: ...he likes to drink and have fun with the guys.


Ian coughed & said. "I'm ok." He coughed again and said, "I'm ok again." He coughed a third time & said, "I'm ok a six time."


I'm really anxious for Isaac to decide to potty train. Every so often I bring up the subject. During a really messy change, I asked Isaac, "Would you like to try using the potty? Having poop in your diaper must feel so uncomfortable." "No." "What if I got you a little potty just your size?" "No." "We have a little green potty and a little white potty with stickers!" "(pointing to the supplies) Get mine clean diaper!"


One time Ian inspected Elijah's toes and kissed his head and hugged his belly and said "I'm just right for him." And, he sure is! He adores his baby brother and takes the best care of him.


I think that about covers it.


Brian's dad has had the enjoyment of rolling into town during our "potty relay" week. We're probably loads of fun, but I'm sure glad he's here! He's keeping the boys alive while I lie curled up in bed, trying to contain my innards. When the big boys woke up yesterday, I told Ian to go find Grandpa and he'd make them breakfast. Ian replied, "No, I'll find you and you'll make me breakfast."  I tried to remind him that Grandpa loves cooking and, "he'll make it just like you like it." "No, he won't!" Ian protested. "He'll make it too spicy!" Later in the kitchen, Ian was still not convinced, as Grandpa started some pancakes. "Look, Grandpa is making you tasty pancakes!" "No! He'll make them crunchy!" I'm not sure why that would be a problem. As I mentioned in a previous post, he seems to have a taste for blackened pancakes.


The three oldest men in the house have gone off in search of Pedialyte and Preggie Pops, two delicacies for our nauseous, dehydrated selves to enjoy. I was going to nap with Isaac and Elijah, but Elijah decided I would stay up. Ahh, the best-laid plans. 

What am I thinking?!

I've never blogged.  Ever.  Why on earth am I starting now?  I haven't even done the dishes yet.  It's probably because I've been sending a lot of text messages of the silly goings-on in our house with 2 toddlers, and often I try to condense these events into Facebook status updates, which people seem to enjoy.  However, blogging sounded kinda fun (and don't confuse my conversational English-butchering for grammatical incompetence - it's simply one of my micro-rebellions), so I've decided to give it a whirl.  See, the dishes will keep piling up and eventually slide off and shatter on the floor, hopefully to be swept up by the next broom that drags through town, but these moments in time really ought to be preserved.

I'm totally in denial that my baby is almost 3, and that he has a brother who will be almost 2 when the THIRD boy arrives in January.  This is happening wayyyyy too quickly.  I had time to write a few things here and there in a journal when it was just Ian and I holding down the fort.  I thought I was bewildered then.  Poor Isaac has little record of his life thus far, as the stereotypical second -child syndrome goes.  I can type much faster than I can write, and typed text looks just as legible when composed in solitary as when I have what feels like 8 boys in my lap.  So, here it goes!