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Josiah or ‘Siah

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Josiah is a “mama’s boy.”  And I say that with the most sincere form of love.  He’s always been right by my side if he could.  He’s also hit this crazy cheesy smile phase that almost all of our kids go through…see above!

Give him a train and he’ll be happy as can be.  And he can point out steam engines from deisels (okay..so they are all mostly diesels but still…give the kid some credit).  He’s into talking so much now that he has to tell us about everything….I mean everything.  And he’ll talk to you like he’s a little adult filling you in on the most minute details.

He’s also our most observant…we’re usually having to stop and wait for him to catch up when we’re out because he’s spotted something on the pavement, or grass, or in the sky, that he needs to watch and see what it is.

And he loves his baby sister more than anything in the world.  Kisses and hugs heaped on her are a daily routine from this big bro.  I don’t think he’s too sure about Baby Bryant though.

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Liam

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He’s another one of our handsome bunch!  The first thing most people notice about him are his blue eyes which can go from mischievous to puppy dog in 0.2 seconds.  This little guy (and I do mean little…he and Josiah are near the same size), is all about being a boy.

If he can touch it and tinker with it, he’s as happy as a clam.  He’s very passionate about whatever he does (whether it’s right or wrong).  He’s fully of energy and can bound and jump and run and play all day long (and I do mean all day long).  Give him anything physical to do (bike riding, sword fighting, piling on daddy) and he’s all about it.  And again, he goes at it with a passion.

I always say he’s either going to be our preacher or our politican.  He loves to debate, prove his point and argue (even with mom and dad).  He also loves to sing about God and worship Him.  Did I mention he is a pretty passionate fella? 

His goal, in any place, even if he’s been there 1000 times is to explore and see what’s going on and attack with gusto!

And when he’s doing something he loves, it’s really hard to get his attention.  Really hard.

He can steal your heart with one look and then wrestle you to the ground!  That’s our Liam!

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Ace Man

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When he was a toddler, he would tell people that his name was “AceMan not Ace.”  
In some respects, he’s a typical first born boy.  He’s pretty responsible.  Loves to follow directions (most of the time) and can share with his brothers…but then there are some days…
I guess, if you want to call it that…he’s our strong willed child.  He loves to do things his way and he hates to change from one thing to another if he’s not done with the first thing.  
He is also our cuddler and resident baby lover (although he and Josiah compete for the baby-lover title).  He wants to always be holding your hand, or sitting in your lap, or right up next to you.  A challenge for my non-physical self.  You haven’t been hugged until you get one from the Ace Man!
*Pictures by Kimberly S. Busby Photography*

He loves to be silly and make others laugh but that’s rare that he’ll share that with others…he’s our most shy and most quiet around strangers.

But, when he gets to know you…watch out.

Grandmere and Papa (as well as me), think he’s a little Mark.  He not only looks just like Mark at his age, but he has a lot of the same mannerisms and attitudes (so says Grandmere and Papa…and Uncle B).

If you have a knight, Narnian, or legos…he’s your instant friend!  Oh…and books…but it has to be a boy book…none of this “Little House” girly stuff.  Give him swords and chivalry and he’s all about it!

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Zoe-Girl

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She’s the oldest!  The true Mama In Training (what we call MIT).  She loves to please Mark and I do her best at anything.  She HATES not being able to get something on the first try (just ask her piano teacher). 

She’s mostly quiet, but when she does talk…she most certainly has something to tell you.

She adores her little sister but does not enjoy getting her dressed in the morning.  I think each day, she’s seeing how much fun it is to have a little sister.  Yes, they are “buddies” and she takes that job as seriously as a seven year old can.

And she loves arts and crafts.  Mark would say she’s just like me and she does seem to enjoy the crafty side of life.  She loves her parental one on one time and I think as she gets older she treasures it even more.

I love watching her grow in Christ.  She is not only my daughter but my sister as well.  She can ask the best questions during family worship from a maturity that I only wish I had as a fairly new Christian.  She can also make some pretty awesome points and draw out some amazing examples to what we are studying. 

She can be a bit sassy (see the picture above) and she’s very good at telling her brothers what to do.  Almost too good.

Mark and I are so blessed to have her as our first born.  I can’t wait to see how God shapes and molds her as she grows to be a young woman!

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If You Give a Mom a Sewing Machine…

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she’s going to go shopping with a friend and purchase some fabric.

Her friend will look at the fabric and they will decide to make matching skirts for their daughters for pictures…

If the skirts are a little too short for their long legged daughters, the daughters will request a ruffle to go on the bottom of the skirts.

If the other daughters are too tiny to care about modesty, they’ll need pants instead of skirts to match their big sisters.

Then the moms will realize that there is plenty of extra fabric to…
make a pillowcase top out of.

While sewing the ruffles on the bottom of the skirts for the long-legged daughters, one of the moms decides the older girls (with hair) will need matching headbands out of the leftover fabric.

And then the moms, who have sewing machines, will wonder, breathlessly, why they didn’t just purchase matching outfits at a store…

Oh yeah, this is why! 

(It’s safe to say that we used just about every inch of the fabric we purchased and probably spent about $15 per child on the outfits, if not less.)

Like that last picture???  Stay tuned this week for some more from our “joint” photo shoot with Kimberly S. Busby Photography!  You don’t want to miss more pics of my precious children and some stranger’s kids, right???

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Busy Day-Bryant Update

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It’s been a busy day and I’m just now getting to update. 

I had my 28 week appointment.  Now, if you’ve followed the past two blogging pregnancies, then you know that means two things. 

Glucose tolerance test. 

Rhogam shot. 

The first is what all us incubating mamas have to go through.  Since I “flunked” the one hour test with Ceili Rain, there’s a pretty good chance I’ll not pass this time.  At least that’s how I think.  I talked to Dr. J about what to do if I fail.  He went over the rules and regulations I’ll need to follow to monitor my glucose level so I won’t have to go in for the three hour.  I’m not kidding when I say I almost passed out from the fasting part of the test.  Mark can attest to that.  He met me at the door after it and I believe I must have looked pretty white because he sent me to lay down pretty quickly.

Next, up was the rhogam shot for all us mamas who have a negative blood type.  Since Mark is a positive blood type, if my blood mixes with a positive baby, it could mean some serious problems with the baby.  God has blessed us, so far, that the shot has been effective in keeping me from becoming “sensitized” to my baby’s positive blood (and so far, all our kids are positives)…which would not mean a problem for the current baby but future babies.  The rhogam shot is what helps, should the baby’s blood, during pregnancy or birth, become mixed with my blood.  So, at 28 weeks and then after a delivery (or a miscarriage), I have to get “the shot.” 

Now, if I could get a penny for every time a nurse or administration person looked at me and commented sweetly, “Ohhh, is this your first.”  I’d have been able to pay for supper in pennies.  (not really…but it seems like it).  And if I could have had a video camera, when I sweetly replied, “No, this is my sixth.”  Just to capture their faces…that would have been priceless.

Aside from that…Dr. J still ranks high on the coolness factor because I don’t have to go in for another six weeks!  I think he must read my blog and know of the adoration our family heaps on him!  But seriously, it’s not just that but that we know what to look for, we’ve “been there/done that.”  And this pregnancy (aside from the first trimester) has been “uneventful.”  It’s nice that he’s not treating my pregnancy like a “medical disorder” and trusting us and my body to do what it’s got to do.  So, at my next appointment, I’ll only have a little ways to go…and that’s when I’ll inform him of the no “i” word approach!  We’ll see how he handles that one!

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Meet Bruiser

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She has a mysterious red mark on her chin and this evening, with both parents in the room, she fell and busted her cheek and got a scratch on her eye. Then, she was playing with a ball during family worship and dove, face first, into the floor…not sure what caused that but she wasn’t happy afterwards. It looks like we’ve been slinging her around by her face.  See???

I think I may need to buy her full body armor before she starts walking.  Or at least a helmet.

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She’s now talking…her first word is “Uh oh.”  I think that’s appropriate given she’s not the most graceful on all fours (or twos with support of a steady object).  And I’m not kidding about that being her first word.  She makes “mama” and “dada” sounds but not to call Mama or Dada.

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She loves to demonstrate her new word in some delightful situations.   Here are just two:

The other night, she was having a tough time going to sleep.  As we were getting ready for bed, I heard her fussing and went into her room.  She was standing up in her crib saying, “Uh oh, uh oh.” over and over again.  I picked her up and realized she didn’t have her paci in her mouth or hand.  She started reaching for the floor looking down saying, “Uh oh.”

She also laughed when I handed the paci and Raffe the Giraffe to her! 

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I got her up from her nap the other day and discovered that she had managed to pull up her long skirt and pull off her diaper which was not protected by a bloomer (lesson learned).  I asked her where her diaper was and she said, “Uh oh” and started reaching for the playpen.

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And just this week, she’s learned a new word, “Hello.”  (Nope, still no mama or dada…there are more important things to talk about).  She opens and closes her hand and says something pretty close to “lolo.”  She also grabbed my cell phone and did the same thing!  

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What We Saw

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 Yesterday, Mark took the kids outside before bedtime.  A rain storm (not thunderstorm) was brewing so it was pretty windy but when it started raining (we only got a little), this appeared!

 Not only was it a rainbow, but it was a full rainbow.  And it was bright!  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a full rainbow before. 

And not only was it a full rainbow it was a double rainbow!  Look closely and you can see the lighter one towards the right.

And God said, “This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come:  I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.  Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life.  Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.”  Genesis 9:12-16

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Liamisms

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We’re dealing with another bout of illnesses right now so I’d thought I’d share some words of wisdom from our little 4 year old that I’ve been saving up.  Prepare to laugh…okay, at least giggle a little or chuckle to yourself.  Or just maybe snicker.

Me:  Liam, thank you so much for being obedient and listening and being a helper when Daddy was sick.  You did such a great job.

Liam:  CHOMP!  I ate your glasses.

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On an errand running trip with just the two us.

Me:  Liam, let’s get these blueberry plants because it’s cheaper.

Liam:  CHEAP!  CHEAP!  CHEAP! (throughout the whole store)

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At supper just last night, he was sitting beside me as we ate and he looked up at me, in all seriousness, but with no amount of panic on his face and stated:
“Mommy, a beast just bit me.”

I looked over at him and then down and in my most calm voice stated, “No Liam, you don’t have your fork on your plate it’s in your lap and you stabbed yourself with it.  Put it where it belongs and eat.”

Never thought I’d say that before.

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