“… This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice, we will rejoice…”
Bella has been singing all of these awesome little songs she learned at the Methodist School she went to during my bedrest, the same songs I learned when I went to Cornerstone Christian School. I had forgotten all about the songs until I heard her singing them and then, suddenly, all of the words popped back into my head and Bella and I sang like two church canaries on Sunday morning. Awesome. Who knew your child could give you back a piece of your childhood through theirs?
I asked Bella today, “What do you know about Jesus?” She replied, “He loves me.” Indeed He does, Little One.
Today we woke up from naps and cuddled on the couch for awhile.
I told the babies, “You know how I know God loves me?”
“How, Momma?”
“He gave me all of you…”
Noah and I went to the farm last Thursday with my Mommy Group. It was Bella’s official last day of school and she was having a Pirate party, so Noah and I had to go alone. It was so much fun just spending time with my little Noosker man. (And I think the 1:1 time we’ve had together may have been just the ticket to get the potty success started.)
He isn’t the farm baby that Bella is. He could take it or leave it. I figure he might be my big city boy, he could care less about critters. Bella is HEAD OVER HEELS for animals and babies. She even perches our chicks on her shoulder where Noah screams if one of the chicks gets too close! When we plant in the garden, Noah throws his plant (literally) into the hole I dig for him. Sometimes he gives it a kiss before he launches it (I don’t know where he learned that). Bella very gently and kindly places the plant into the hole, crumbles the dirt up in her hand and loosely packs it around the roots. Then she mindfully waters the plant before she’s done. Kids are all so different, aren’t they? And I adore Noah and Bella’s individuality– Noah’s kiss and launch approach, Bella’s kind and thoughtful approach…They are both perfect ways of doing things.
But Noah ’sort of’ held a baby duck at the farm… Very reluctantly. He launched the duck a few moments after I took this pic, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t kiss it first.
All of the other kids got to feed the sheep or crawl into a rabbit cage to play with the bunnies. But Noah? He was over it.
After we played with the baby animals, we got a tour of the rest of the grounds. We rode on a carriage that was pulled by a tractor. So so fun!
There were free range chickens. The eggs from the free range chickens are divine. They have a really rich colored and large yolk compared to the pale small yolks of eggs that come from caged birds. This is how chickens should live, KFC. Take note.
And we got to visit an old school house on the property. It was like Little House on the Prairie…
By the time we left Noah was exhausted. We had a nice lunch together and then he crashed. He slept for 3 hours that day! I guess launching ducks does that to a guy.
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In other news… My planter bags have become quite the sensation suddenly. I had to quit listing them because I couldn’t keep up with the orders I was getting! I will relist in a few days once I get caught up. I got an order for FIFTEEN planters today! Oh, man. I made 8 bags tonight and had to quit for the day. The ol’ pregnant sewers shoulders can’t hang. It’s kind of fun making money off of something that I made with my own hands, is my own unique item, and that is popular.
Here is a glimpse into my chaos. I have needles and ribbons coming out of my eyeballs:
In my “spare time” (Mwah-hhha-haha-hahaaaa) I made some labels for my soaps. I’d love to sell them, they are super delicious. I use really good oils, and a good combo of oils, and the scents are divine. But everyone sells soaps. So it’s just too competitive. I think I’ll sell them uber cheap– $1-$2 per bar (rather than the $4 the other gals charge)– and that will at least cover the cost of buying more high end oils so I can make more soaps. Sell some soaps so I can make the money to make more soaps? Might work. I think Jeremy will appreciate the idea of me funding my own soap addiction. Anyhow, I was going to show you the label. Here’s my final masterpiece…
I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to call my “Soap Company”– Magpie Momma or Momma Magpie. I settled on Momma Magpie, and I liked the first label better than the one below that I initially played around with…
I like the bird in the second label better, but it didn’t print out as nicely as it shows up on screen. So, I decided on the first label. What do you think?
Ok… That’s all for now. (Now that I’ve probably lost the heck out of your attention). Have a great week!
I know you were already aware, but my children are prodigies.
When Bella turned 2, and I do mean nearly the day she turned 2, she started peeing on the potty. I wasn’t even thinking about training yet. But she just sort of woke up one morning, insisted on wearing big girl panties, and NEVER had another accident. Once she set her head to doing it, she did it completely.
Jeremy has been dropping hints that he wants me to start training Noah. I’ve always been really relaxed… (ahem, lazy)… about it. I mention it to Noah when it comes up. I ask him if he wants to try sitting on the potty. I encourage him to try peeing outside on the dandelions (yeah, the ones they pick for me and make me put behind my ears). But I’ve never really pushed things, or even been real diligent about anything. And he’s never taken any interest. I figured he just wasn’t ready.
Well, this weekend (and I’m knocking on wood that I’m not bragging prematurely), I was lying on the couch watching a movie. Noah says, “Momma, where’s my potty?” I replied, “It’s under the sink in the bathroom, Honey.” I wasn’t really even paying attention, it didn’t really register that he was inquiring. Normally I would have gotten it for him and made a big deal about him trying. But this time I was just distracted.
A few moments later, he comes into the living room and very non-chalantly says, “I went poop, Mom.” Well, “poop” registered and the word was like an alarm. I looked at him and asked him where his diaper was. He said, “By my potty.” I got up and hurried to the potty, half expecting to find a poopy mess in his diaper and all over the bathroom. But, low and behold, there was a big ol’ turd in his potty! I started freaking out! I screamed and clapped and made a huge deal about it. He got all happy and told me he was going to try peeing. So I watched him sit and kind of expected he wouldn’t do it. But he did! And he’s been going in the potty since then– only 1 accident– now 3 days later! He’s wearing his big boy Buzz Lightyear undies like a champ! He doesn’t even have to be reminded either, he just goes and tells me about it afterwards!
Amazing. See!? Prodigy!
I’ve not been into my blog for quite sometime. I know you’ve noticed. Last year I decided not to post pictures of the kids on here anymore. Never really know who is looking at those pics, ya know? And since then, I’ve completely lost the wind in my sails. I don’t know what to talk about if I can’t talk about them. And talking about them isn’t as much fun as it was when I could talk about them through photos. I really did start this blog with the intention of making it a photo blog. And now? Well, I could take pictures of the other things in my life. But there isn’t much else to me. And that may sound sad, but it’s really not. I’m all about them. And I can’t even take a poop without a kid following me to the bathroom, so how am I supposed to interestingly maintain a blog without a kid?
I remember when I had a bazillion page visits a day and at least 15 comments per post. I remember planning and looking forward to my posts. But that’s gone. And I keep hoping for this burn-out to prove itself a “phase”, but now the burnout has almost outlasted the blog honeymoon.
I just can’t get it back. And I think that’s ok because maybe this blog was a distraction from something else, another hobby or lesson I need to experience.
And Google spanked my ass again, so there’s no making money on the blog either until they restore my page rank. Which could take months. And in months my bluehost subscription will be due. I’m debating whether to renew…
I’m missing what this ol’ blog used to be to me… for me…
