Sometimes I worry, as the mother of four children so close together in age, that each of them is not getting the attention they need or desire.
I wonder if, thrown in the mix as they are, day in and day out, that things are going unnoticed by the adults in their lives.
And then I remember, God planned this family.
He decided when to send each one, each individual to this earth.
He chose Bright Eyes to be our third, soon to be our “middle child.”
So who am I to be concerned?
Looks to me like he’s doing just fine.
He’s finding his way in this world with or without my worries. He’s taking his turn at the milestones that head his way and is conquering them and accepting them in his own way.
And thank God for that!
You’ll have to forgive me, but I am exhausted and simply cannot put into words what Smarty Pants’ First Holy Communion was like. Suffice it to say, the Presence of the Lord was near that day and I still feel and see the graces, especially in our first-born son. Enjoy the pics!
Banner from Pearly Skies’ Etsy Shop
The snapdragons didn’t make it, so my mom planted these lovely arrangements for me instead. So much prettier!!!
Made by Chantel’s Bakery
With just six weeks left before b-day, it was time to set up the essentials in our Master Bedroom. Mom stayed for a few extra days after the First Communion to help me around the house. I lost count of how many loads of laundry she did while she was here. The cutest laundry of all is now fresh and folded in our changing table/dresser in our bedroom. I even bought some diapers. We’ll go through those in about five days, I’m sure.
A few tiny boy outfits…
A few tiny girl outfits…
And some blankets and swaddlers, all ready to keep our little one warm.
Now, on to the nursery!
After a busy, busy First Communion weekend, a little relaxation outside was just what the kids needed.
I love these moments, when they just play and talk together.
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting anything lately. The First Holy Communion is just days away, so you can imagine how crazy busy life has been at our house. Twenty-five friends and family will be joining us for our celebration on Saturday afternoon. Lots to do. Lots to do!
Will we have rain? Will the cicadas be crashing our party? We shall see. I sure would love to be sitting out in the yard we’ve been working so hard to make beautiful. Either way, we will celebrate and this first First Communion Day will be among the sweetest celebrations our family has had to date.
Pray for Smarty Pants, please. And if you don’t mind, a Hail Mary for me that I don’t overdo it. Right.
Today is my usual grocery shopping day. Social Butterfly and I drop Bright Eyes off at Preschool and we head over to Wegmans to do our shopping for the week. It’s a nice little routine and I enjoy the feeling when I’m finished. There are few things in this world that bring me more peace than a full refrigerator, freezer, and pantry. Having enough food to nourish my growing family for a week is definitely comforting for this Mommy.
I have the same plan of attack each time I shop. I start over in the soaps and detergents, pass through the cereals and pantry items, work my way over to dairy, then meats, seafood, bakery, finishing up with produce, leaving frozen foods for last. Over the past couple of months I’ve been getting a second cart about two-thirds of the way through because the cart is just too heavy for me to push at this stage in my pregnancy.
If you’re familiar with Wegman’s, you know that their customer service is the best. “Helping Hands” come to put my bags in my carts at the check out. Then I walk out to my car with the little one and pull around to the curb. They pile all of my bags into my minivan trunk and we’re off.
Today I made it through the store up to the bakery and started having Braxton Hicks. I usually have these mild erratic contractions when I’m overdoing it or I need to drink more water, or both. But today, they were accompanied by a nauseous, breathless feeling. It was very unsettling.
I slowly pushed the cart to the check-out, breathing deeply and praying for peace. The manager approached me — really nice guy who always says hello and asks if I need anything whenever I see him, which is often. “Are you okay? You look really tired.” Cue the tears. He took my cart, gave me some tissues, offered me some water, and walked me over to a bench. I sat there with Social Butterfly while he and the Helping Hands gal took care of all my groceries. I had to take the little one into the ladies’ room to go to the bathroom. When I did, a female employee came in to ask me if I was okay and offered to have someone drive me home. Wow. Now that’s customer service! I declined because I had already called The Hubs who was on his way home.
I spent the rest of the day (mostly) in bed while The Hubs worked from home and helped out with the children. It was so comforting to have him here.
I’m okay now, but I know I’ve reached the next phase of this pregnancy. It’s time to start utilizing Pea Pod Grocery Delivery again. And it’s time for me to s-l-o-w down. Even more.
Thank you, Wegmans staff, for being so thoughtful and caring in my time of need. I don’t think I’ll be seeing you again until this baby is ex-utero. I will miss you!
It’s that time of year! First Holy Communions and Baptisms, baby showers and birthday parties seem to be all over my calendar.
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