2010 August

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And so it is

I spent 30 years of my life believing that the New Year begins on the first day of January.  As all parents of schoolagers know, that is not the case.  The year begins anew for us every August when the first bell of the new school year sounds.  Bittersweet goodbyes to a summer that we will remember fondly...

Mama was home with the boys and her new little girl.  They collected bugs, planted a garden, watched fireworks, rode bicycles, ate Popsicles, spit watermelon seeds, dipped cucumbers in ranch dressing, ate tomato pie, swam in a lake, in a pool and in an ocean.  Spent time with relatives, welcomed home some old college friends.  Celebrated births, loved on friends.  Built sandcastles and went fishing with dad.  There were bee stings and skinned knees and a broken wrist.  Big brother learned to ride his bike without training wheels AND how to swim without floaties.  Mama and Daddy finally "got" the middle child- learned to appreciate that for him, life is light and fun.  The baby learned to sit up and crawl and has fallen into the family rhythm of the rest.

The summer went quickly but was well documented with photos and entries into the journals that I keep for each child.  Goodbye summer days with hours laid out before us with nothing to do but what we want.  See you again next year.

Six!

How can my baby be six?


When I look at you, I can still feel my breath get taken away. I still marvel at your perfect face, your ten fingers and ten toes....the same ones we counted all those years ago. You make me smile with your humor and the way you can put everyone in a room in stitches. You live life loudly and fully with a heart bigger than the moon.

Bless your heart- you were my "starter baby". I've made a lifetime's worth of mistakes with you, yet you love me still. Giving birth to you was my first experience of what it feels like to have my heart beating out of my chest. I've kept you close to me, but lately have been learning to let you go...just a little. Let you be you and discover why God made you and what purpose you have here on earth. I hope we will be close forever and that you will always come to me, no matter what.

We both love music, love to dance, we're stubborn and dramatic, both have messy handwriting and we both like to laugh. But you are stronger than I. Funnier, more confident, more sensitive, more...well, just more. And I am thankful. I wouldn't change one thing about you son, you are an angel to me and every day I thank God that I get to be your mama.

Movie Night MONDAY

This is the last week of school for my Kindergartner, so we are celebrating each day.  Monday was "MOVIE NIGHT Monday".  I ordered The Princess and the Frog off of PPV and let the boys eat popcorn in my bed.

Today was "TASTY Tuesday" and I let the boys choose their treat of choice.

Tomorrow?  "WATER Wednesday".  The boys will be splashing in the baby pool and sliding on the slip-n-slide in the back yard.  I CANNOT WAIT for school to get out!!  Happy summer everyone!

How do you thank your mother?

Is there anything that a child could ever do or say to thank their mother for the love, the care, the always "being there"? Only when I became a mother did I realize just how much a mother gives, does and loves. Today I want to thank my mother for one thing in particular: She took me to church.

Mom, I know it wasn't always (if ever) easy being a single mom. I know that there are things you would have done differently and I know there are probably times, if not years, you wish you could erase. But let me tell you today that because of you and your influence, I gave my heart to Jesus when I was 6 and have had a relationship with him ever since. You helped plant the spiritual seeds in me that will continue to grow in my heart and soul all the days of my life.

Thank you.

I love you.

Happy Mother's Day!

Cinco de Fun-O!

My Gal

This is Ellie's first bathing suit that she wore to Blythe & Bree's 4th birthday pool party. Did she swim? No! But I took advantage of the opportunity to let her sport her cute suit before she outgrows it. I LOVE dressing my girl. Derek is always making fun of me saying "She's like your little baby doll, isn't she?" Well...YES SHE IS!!

Shower the people you love with love...

...and presents! This weekend I co-hosted a baby shower for my dear friend, Missy. She is expecting her 4th boy this summer and we wanted to share in her excitement and help her get ready for baby. Missy has quite a story, but it is hers to tell. I will just say that she is a very special and Godly person and I am blessed to call her a friend.

What's your passion?

Almost 6 years ago the greatest dream for my life here on earth came true- I became a mother.  Before my bundle of baby boy joy arrived, this was the life I envisioned:
Being that I felt that it was my calling in life to be a stay-at-home mom, surely God would equip me to be an expert: Me, a nice outfit and a bit of make-up greeting my husband every evening with a kiss and a cooing baby in my arms.  "I'm so glad you're home", is what I'd say.  Dinner, of course, would have already been lovingly prepared and it would be sitting on the candle-lit table as soft, relaxing music played in the background.  Our home would be sparkling clean and clutter would be a thing of the past.  After all, I was going to be home ALL day and the only thing I would have to do would be to take care of this 7 pound precious- I'd have all the time in the world to create the "perfect home".

Uh....yeah right!  I have to admit that I was pretty devastated when the reality of a new baby combined with my general lack of "good housekeeping" skills collided into what was now my new reality.  The truth?  Sure, I greeted my husband every evening at the door...
...10 Nextel "direct connects" over the span of 5 minutes demanding "when will you be HOME???" later.  When he did arrive, there I'd be- sleep deprived, un-showered with knots in my hair, spit up all over me thrusting the colicky baby into his arms almost yelling "Good, your home- now it's YOUR TURN!"  As he looked at me bewildered, he'd take the baby and then navigate around all the baby "hunks of plastic junk" we'd managed to accumulate in a little under a month.  Trying to find a spot on the couch amongst piles of unfolded laundry and Parenting books and magazines I'd dog-eared in a desperate attempt to figure out this thing called "mothering".  And dinner?  HAH!  Isn't that what delivery is for?

I felt like a failure.  How could it be that God had called me to be at home with my child, yet I was fairing so miserably?  Alone in a new city without one person to go to for support, I spent months in despair.  Then my mom suggested that I attend a MOPS meeting.

MOPS?  What is that, I wondered?  She explained that it was a group for mothers just like me who primarily stayed at home with their children.   The group would probably be a source of support and friendship and a way for me to get connected with others in the community.  The best part?  It was a Christian group, so I knew that I would be among fellow believers.

So, I got on my computer, did a search on the Internet and contacted the Coordinator of the group that met closest to my house.  When I finally went to my first meeting, I almost cried with relief as I sat among many women who were in situations just like mine.  Some were seasoned mothers with brilliant advice and encouragement to give.  Others were new moms.  I remember one new mom in particular who was as scared as I was to drop her child off in MOPPETS.  We'd both secretly sneak back to the nursery in between breakfast and Discussion Group time to check on our babies- who were doing just fine without us, I might add.  It felt so good to know that other women were going through the same thing as I.  For the first time since pledging Phi Mu 7 years prior, I felt "At Home" in this group of new friends.

Fast Forward one and a half years and another baby later, I found myself in a new town yet again.  Without a MOPS group to attend, I formed a small playgroup with a few other moms from my church and community.  We were fairly organized with a schedule and a rotation of hostesses, but I wanted something more for my fellow mommy-friends.  I knew the friendship, encouragement and support that a MOPS group would offer and I wanted to share the MOPS experience with every "at home" mom I knew.  I began praying about starting a MOPS group.  Soon I would discover that when the Lord's will aligns with your heart's passion & desire...magic happens. 

I set out to find "someone" who would start a MOPS group, praying the God would deliver the perfect leader.  Someone with more biblical education than I; more connected in the community than I; someone braver & more confident than I.  However, when I found this statement during my MOPS research, I knew I'd found the person that was to start the first MOPS group in Habersham County.  "God does not call the equipped, he equips the called."  That statement along with knowing "With God, all things are possible", gave me the confidence to take charge of this new group that I felt the Lord was leading me to begin.

It wasn't always easy and I had to "scrounge" up people to be on the very first Steering Team.  ALL of whom I'd never met before, but found by word of mouth.  I would go over to each potential Steering Team member's house and pour my heart and vision for MOPS out to them on our very first meeting.  But the Lord moved mountains, gave us funding, found MOPS leaders and delivered us precious mothers to minister to.

Today, Habersham MOPS is 55 moms strong and growing and I could not be more thrilled to see the blessings that have been bestowed upon this group.  One of the greatest pleasures that I have taken away from MOPS is to watch ordinary moms turn into extraordinary leaders- pushing the limits of their comfort zones and stepping up to God's calling.  This year I will have the honor of assisting our newest MOPS Coordinator, Kimberly Chosewood.  During our conversations about the future I had to reassure her time and time again that no, I am not "called" to be the Coordinator right now but feel it is my place to stand in the background and let her and the rest of the Steering Team shine.  I cannot wait to watch Kimberly and the other Steering Team members grow closer to the Lord and become the Godly Leaders that He is equipping them to be.

Loving mothers is my passion and serving in this MOPS ministry is my reward.  I urge you to find your passion, your calling in this life because I promise you, there is no greater feeling that knowing that you are serving His people in His will.

What's your passion?  Share it with me in a comment attached to this post.

To find a MOPS group near you, visit: http:///www.mops.org

Even if I don't win...

...I've still won.

My Friend and fellow blogger, Laura told me about an article in a recent edition of the Northeast Georgian titled "Grandmother of the Year nominations sought".  So, being that I believe I have one of the most amazing grandmothers on the planet, I thought I'd nominate her.  Below is the essay and thank you to Laura bringing this to me as well as editing my essay!

My Grandmother is the closest thing to “Jesus here on earth” that I have ever seen. She’s spent a lifetime serving and loving His people with her hands and her heart; thus leaving a Christ-centered legacy to her four children, nine grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. The name on her driver’s license reads Joyce Abernethy Allison, but those closest to her simply call her “Gram.”

She loves to tell the story of how she got the name “Gram”. Being the oldest grandchild, I had the unique opportunity to choose her “Grandma” name. One day in those early years I came and asked her “Grandmamma, can I call you Gram, like the Graham cracker?” She’s been Gram ever since.

Gram treats everyone like family and will feed anyone who walks through her door. Her macaroni and cheese and tomato pie leave you wanting to visit again real soon. She walks three miles a day, cheers for the Atlanta Braves and always puts God first. It’s hard to believe there will be 80 candles on her birthday cake this December- I am amazed by how she is still so actively giving to everyone around her.

The first Sunday of every month you’ll find Gram rocking a baby in the nursery at Bethlehem Baptist Church. Then on Monday, she’ll be delivering “Meals on Wheels.” Every Wednesday she’s preparing takeout meals for Bethlehem’s Family Fellowship Supper, and the fourth Monday of the month, she’s serving up food and love at the Clarkesville Soup Kitchen. So you see it’s not just her family that Gram pours her heart and service into, it’s her community too.

But it’s much more than selfless acts of service that make her such an incredible grandmother. She’s the one person that I can always count on when I’m in need- not only letting me live with her when my husband was deployed to Iraq, but again four years later with a husband and two sons in tow as we built our first house. It is her heart, her unconditional love for all people and the way she not only reads the Bible every day; she lives it. So when I recently gave birth to my first daughter, I found it only fitting to name her Ellison “Joyce.”

Spring Science

We started two science experiments yesterday.
1: We caught a Caterpillar and we are hoping it will stay alive long enough to form a cocoon and turn into a butterfly. The caterpillar is fuzzy though, so it will probably end up being a moth. Brit named it "Shabby" and just had to draw a picture for him to look at while he is entrapped in our man made habitat.
2: Put a sweet potato in water. Wonder if it will grow roots???

Another mouth to feed...

...is JUST what we need, right?

We finally added a four-legged friend to our family.  Meet our German Short Hair Pointer, Rose:

From March & April 2010

Named by Tate, loved by us all...I think.  I am not a "dog person" or any type of animal person for that matter, but I think it is important for children, especially little boys, to grow up with a dog to love and care for.  She really is a sweet puppy and we've only had a few accidents in the house.  She's definatley added a little more action around here, as if we didn't have enough already.

At laaaaast

It's funny how life goes on whether you're blogging about it or not.  I've taken a hiatus from contributing to the blogosphere, but I am back and more committed than ever to recording stories, thoughts and pictures of my everyday life.  A lot has changed since my previous posts- numero uno being the fact that I have resigned from Initials, Inc. and am now a full-time stay at home mom.  This may come as a shock, considering my post about truly having "it all", but it turns out "all" isn't always best- especially when the quality of it "all" lessens, the more things I have my hands into.

Truth: three children, a home, a husband, a LIFE and a JOB were too much for me to juggle.  Now, I am back to where I need to be, concentrating on what matters most to me in the world- the living beings that reside within the 4 walls of my home.

Ahhhh....its good to be back!

I heart my birthday present

My friends Abigail & Andrea gave me these vinyl letters for my birthday. I put them in my foyer and I LOVE THEM!!! Thanks, girls!

Our Saturdays these Days

These days, we spend at least an hour at the ball park on Saturdays. Tate has been waiting to play ball for so long and now that he's finally old enough, he is loving every minute of it. And so are we. Derek is helping coach and my friend Joni and I are "dugout moms"...which means we will be helping the kids with the lineup- making sure they are ready and that they bat in order. Its a thrill a minute watching Tate have so much fun out there and watching Derek with all the kids.

Brit, Ellie and I stay behind the fence during practice...it has been hard on Brit though because he wants to be out there so bad. Derek makes sure that Brit has his own "practice" though. He will start soccer in the fall, we just felt like one kid, one sport, one season at a time was what will work best for us for now. Next year they can be on the same baseball team so that will work out great.

When it's cold outside...

mommy takes pictures inside

I've got EVERYTHING

Sometimes I take for granted that my blog readers know what's going on in my life. I mean, if I post a few pics and get a few wall postings on Facebook and then just slam a picture of my daughter in a hospital room and call it "waiting for my ultrasound", one might think that I am the one waiting for the ultrasound or they may realize it is Ellie who is waiting but without an explanation...what will people think? So, my apologies for slapping a pic of my sweet girl. I'll give you the Cliff Notes version of the past week.

Derek had been out of town since Valentine's Day. He went to Boston for some corporate training and was due home on my birthday, Friday, February 26. I was careful not to blog or post about his absence just in case some serial stalker person were to read my blog or look at my Wall...just saying you can never be too careful.

Anyway, I'd like to say that we were managing pretty well while he was gone. Thanks to a few helpful friends and family to help me get kids from here to there, we were doing pretty good on our own. A week into my stint as a single mom (this past Monday) Ellie began running a fever. It was 100.7 then Tylenol took it down to the 98's when I put her to bed. I heard her fussing in her bassinet which is still in my room around 1 AM. I reached for her in her crib and she was blazing hot. Her cry was more like a whimper. I ran to her nursery and took her temp. When the thermometer reached 104 I began to freak...at 104.8 I thought I might pass out.

I dropped the thermometer and ran to get a dose of Tylenol. Then I reached for the phonebook to call the hospital but the listed number was WRONG. Dialed 411 and my mouth was so dry and I was so paralyzed by fear that it took me FOREVER to get the words "Habersham County Medical Center" out of my mouth. All I kept telling myself was that I was all that my little girl had right then and I had to do what I had to do to get her to the hospital. When I finally got in touch with a nurse at the hospital, she said to come right away.

I called my aunt and uncle and told them to meet me in the ER then I put Ellie in her carrier without even putting her diaper back on and then ran and literally dragged the boys out of bed. I kept telling them to run to the car because Ellie was very very sick. Looking back on that moment, I could cry. I was so scared, my three month old is blazing hot and whimpering a cry that I've never heard, and my little boys are being so brave after getting abruptly woken in the middle of the night. I did the only thing I could do- I prayed. I begged God for her life, then thanked him for the three months I had with her and acknowledged that she isn't really mine at all, but His. If he chose to take her now, then there was nothing I could do about it. I know that sounds so melodramatic, but I really thought she might not make it.

Once we were all in the car, we began what felt like one of the longest rides of my life. I kept telling the boys to talk to Ellie to make sure she was awake. How horrible for them to have to see their mother so gripped by fear.

We arrived at the ER and I ran in with Ellie, hoping the boys were following me. When I got to the waiting room, there was NO ONE THERE!!! Then a nurse came through the double doors pushing a patient in a wheel chair, not caring that I had a very sick infant in my arms. Finally, when Ellie started to make vomiting/choking sounds, I busted through the double doors yelling that my baby was choking and the nurse grabbed Ellie from me. I know. I know. I know that I looked like a freaky, insane and unstable mother, but I was SCARED TO DEATH.

Once the nurses started looking at her I remembered that the boys were in the waiting room. Another nurse went to get them for me and then it wasn't until I heard her say "get her some booties" did I realize not only was I not wearing any shoes, I didn't have socks on either! I didn't care.

When the boys and I were in the room, looking at Ellie, I looked over at Tate and he has these huge alligator tears running down his cheeks and says "she is the sickest baby ever". That's when I was glad they hadn't seen the freak out behind the double doors. I knew that I had to stay calm for my boys and reassure them that Ellie was going to be OK even though I really wasn't sure if she was.

Well, thank the Lord that our good friend Josh was the Dr. on call that night. He handled everything (and me) beautifully. They got the fever to go down, and after several tests including a cathatarization, they determined that she had a UTI. She was given a dose of rocepherin and a prescription for antibiotics. Ellie and I finally headed home around 4:30. (My aunt and Uncle had taken the boys home as soon as I was sure that Ellie was going to be OK)

What followed was around the clock Tylenol doses trying to bring down a 103 fever and finally an appointment with her pediatrician Wednesday. Because her fever had still not subsided, her pediatrician told me she needed to admit her. I had been anticipating this after speaking with one of my friends who had been through a similar experience with her daughter that involved a UTI. Our suspicion was Kidney reflux.

So I called Derek and told him to get a flight home and then I called my mom and asked her to meet me at Scottish Rite. After three days, IV antibiotics and several tests, Ellie is just fine. No Kidney reflux, no mysterious disease. It looks like an infection that just got out of hand.

SO many people prayed us through this one and I will be forever grateful. If you have a healthy child...you have EVERYTHING. Even in the scariest moments, I knew that God was in control and that He is my Creator and the Author of the story that is my life. He has a purpose for everything He sends our way.

Here are a few photos from our brief hospital stay...my brave little girl who never cried until the IV tape was taken off.

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