Praise God!!
Shelbi and I woke up at about the same time this morning, and the first thing she did was point to her mouth and say "Owie!" Ding Ding Ding!!! Sore throat. So I gave her some motrin (when I pulled it out of the diaper bag, she pointed and said 'Motrin!' She's so dang smart.
Then we ate oatmeal, she nibbled on a baby tomato (weird kid) and we sipped milk and juice. Then we settled down so I could do my morning devotion, and she could play. I thought, "she's not hungry, she's not thirsty, she's got Mattie (the dog) and various toys to keep her occupied. Perfect.
First, she wanted milk. Not a problem. I got up, went into the kitchen, and got her milk in a sippy cup. Fine. I sit back down...I'm reading in Exodus right now, and it's detailing how God told Moses he wanted the ark built, and how he wanted the holy temple built. When I say detailing, I mean DETAILING. Down to the color of threads used in the different curtains, and what kind of wood and such to build with. I'm trying to stay focused when I hear "Juice!!" She wants juice. Okay, okay. Not a big deal. We'll get juice. She can't want anything extra after that. I get up, go into the kitchen, and get another sippy cup with juice. Perfect. I give it to her, she smiles contentedly and waddles off to play with Mattie. I sit back down. I'm reading the monotonous text trying to pay attention and learn when I hear "Cheese!!" I look at her in disbelief. "Cheese? Do you want cheese?" "Uh huh!!". Okey dokey. Cheese it is. So, you guessed it, I get up. I go into the kitchen and she follows me to the fridge. I get out cheese. But she doesn't want it unwrapped. The last time I gave her unwrapped string cheese, she gnawed through the plastic and undoubtedly ingested pieces of the plastic with the cheese, so I open it part way this time. This displeases her, but at least the plastic is still attached. So we go BACK into the living room, and I'm wondering if I need to start all over with todays reading because I'm totally lost. No, I think. I'm not going to do that to myself. I still have Psalms, Proverbs and some in Matthew to cover. I'm good. I read, and actually get through to the Psalms. It's wonderful because I see a verse I learned a long time ago in Washington. It says " Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight Oh Lord, my Rock, my Redeemer." Psalm 19:14.
Shelbi has now decided that she wants the plastic off all the way, and yes, it's alright if I help her. So she jerks to attention and remembers suddenly, "Grandma!!" I say, "Grandma? Do you want to go see Grandma?" She says "Si!" (She's a bilingual baby) Off we go!! Upstairs to see a sleeping Grandma! We get there, and she reluctantly sits on the bed, and decides no, she'd rather not stay with Grandma. So, as not to have completely wasted the trip upstairs, we brush our teeth, and give Grandma kisses, and go back downstairs. We've barely made it halfway down when she says frantically "Grandma?? Grandma!!" I say NO. Grandma is sleeping. She says "Ni Nite?" I say "Yes. Ni Nite." I sit back down to sip coffee and continue my reading. Silence.
When you have a toddler, one of the red flags you MUST pay attention to is silence. If there's silence, you most likely are needed. Sure enough, the little snot has crawled up the stairs, and is close to the top. I say "NO NO. Grandma is sleeping. Come back down here." "No." So I swiftly deliver two diaper swats and plop her down on the couch. She's heartbroken, and visibly exhausted. So she lays down. I think "Finally." Some peace and quiet.
*Cough. She's coughing. *Cough Cough. Does she need a drink? Then the coughs become fake. *COUGH COUGH COUGH *cough. *cough cough. THis goes on for a minute, and it's so cute my chest almost explodes. THen come the baby snores. My angel has drifted off.
What a huge blessing she is. How lovely my life is now that she is here with me. I hate to remember what it was like before her. So empty. So empty. Now, I'm getting another bundle of joy, and my cup runneth over. How can I stand to love two people so much without running out!!? But I manage, and not only does my love continue, it multiplies with each passing day.
If I, a human, can love so much and so un-conditionally, how much more does God love us. I think myself so un-worthy, and am sure that after all this time, He is fed up.
But if He loves me half as much and with a fraction as much patience, I'm in good shape. Praise God!!!!
Then we ate oatmeal, she nibbled on a baby tomato (weird kid) and we sipped milk and juice. Then we settled down so I could do my morning devotion, and she could play. I thought, "she's not hungry, she's not thirsty, she's got Mattie (the dog) and various toys to keep her occupied. Perfect.
First, she wanted milk. Not a problem. I got up, went into the kitchen, and got her milk in a sippy cup. Fine. I sit back down...I'm reading in Exodus right now, and it's detailing how God told Moses he wanted the ark built, and how he wanted the holy temple built. When I say detailing, I mean DETAILING. Down to the color of threads used in the different curtains, and what kind of wood and such to build with. I'm trying to stay focused when I hear "Juice!!" She wants juice. Okay, okay. Not a big deal. We'll get juice. She can't want anything extra after that. I get up, go into the kitchen, and get another sippy cup with juice. Perfect. I give it to her, she smiles contentedly and waddles off to play with Mattie. I sit back down. I'm reading the monotonous text trying to pay attention and learn when I hear "Cheese!!" I look at her in disbelief. "Cheese? Do you want cheese?" "Uh huh!!". Okey dokey. Cheese it is. So, you guessed it, I get up. I go into the kitchen and she follows me to the fridge. I get out cheese. But she doesn't want it unwrapped. The last time I gave her unwrapped string cheese, she gnawed through the plastic and undoubtedly ingested pieces of the plastic with the cheese, so I open it part way this time. This displeases her, but at least the plastic is still attached. So we go BACK into the living room, and I'm wondering if I need to start all over with todays reading because I'm totally lost. No, I think. I'm not going to do that to myself. I still have Psalms, Proverbs and some in Matthew to cover. I'm good. I read, and actually get through to the Psalms. It's wonderful because I see a verse I learned a long time ago in Washington. It says " Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight Oh Lord, my Rock, my Redeemer." Psalm 19:14.
Shelbi has now decided that she wants the plastic off all the way, and yes, it's alright if I help her. So she jerks to attention and remembers suddenly, "Grandma!!" I say, "Grandma? Do you want to go see Grandma?" She says "Si!" (She's a bilingual baby) Off we go!! Upstairs to see a sleeping Grandma! We get there, and she reluctantly sits on the bed, and decides no, she'd rather not stay with Grandma. So, as not to have completely wasted the trip upstairs, we brush our teeth, and give Grandma kisses, and go back downstairs. We've barely made it halfway down when she says frantically "Grandma?? Grandma!!" I say NO. Grandma is sleeping. She says "Ni Nite?" I say "Yes. Ni Nite." I sit back down to sip coffee and continue my reading. Silence.
When you have a toddler, one of the red flags you MUST pay attention to is silence. If there's silence, you most likely are needed. Sure enough, the little snot has crawled up the stairs, and is close to the top. I say "NO NO. Grandma is sleeping. Come back down here." "No." So I swiftly deliver two diaper swats and plop her down on the couch. She's heartbroken, and visibly exhausted. So she lays down. I think "Finally." Some peace and quiet.
*Cough. She's coughing. *Cough Cough. Does she need a drink? Then the coughs become fake. *COUGH COUGH COUGH *cough. *cough cough. THis goes on for a minute, and it's so cute my chest almost explodes. THen come the baby snores. My angel has drifted off.
What a huge blessing she is. How lovely my life is now that she is here with me. I hate to remember what it was like before her. So empty. So empty. Now, I'm getting another bundle of joy, and my cup runneth over. How can I stand to love two people so much without running out!!? But I manage, and not only does my love continue, it multiplies with each passing day.
If I, a human, can love so much and so un-conditionally, how much more does God love us. I think myself so un-worthy, and am sure that after all this time, He is fed up.
But if He loves me half as much and with a fraction as much patience, I'm in good shape. Praise God!!!!
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