all the things added unto me

Ahh, the feel of cool fall temperatures.  I absolutely love this weather.  It is a nice change from the scorching heat of summer and to be quite honest, I don’t mind rainy days.  To me they are a perfect time to read, play games with the girls, and relax.

Anya will be 10 months old on the 9th.  Wait, hold on a minute!  10 months?  Really!?  How is that possible considering that it was just yesterday we were moving here and I was pregnant with her?  I feel like I blinked and yesteryear suddenly became today.  My precious little girl continues to thrive.  She is so vivacious!  From the time she wakes up she is on the go.  There isn’t much I can’t keep out of her reach because she stands now and reaches for things.  She quickly crawls around and anything she sees on the floor pretty much ends up in her mouth.  Nice.  I’ve scooped out leaves, paper, dirt, old Cheerios, and anything else one might find on the floor out of her mouth.  Who knows what she has swallowed without my knowing!  Anya is beginning to mimic a lot of sounds I make.  Just the other day I opened the door to get her after her nap and playfully said, “hi!” She in turn, pulled herself up on her crib, bounced her little feet up and down and said, “hiiiii!”  She will often shake her head back and forth and say, “nooooo,” when I catch her chewing on something she shouldn’t be, or exploring a part of the bathroom I really don’t want her exploring.  My little girl is forming her first words already.  I often wonder what her little personality will be like and it is a joy seeing little glimpses of a strong-willed, happy, and assertive little girl.

I still continue to have difficulty with getting her to sleep.  She does not nap very well.  I can’t figure out why.  I feed her well, I let her spend her energy till I think she’s obviously tired.  I try to keep her on a schedule so that she can be comfortable with nap time.  I’ve tried letting her cry herself to sleep several times.  It just seems that no matter what I do, she is who she is!  Anya is not a text-book baby!  She does not follow typical norms and I can’t seem to get her to comply with any encouragements to follow them.  She is just my little adventurous, ball of energy.  This doesn’t surprise me.  August and I are both avid explorers…we love being active and getting out in nature.  I don’t like sitting still for very long and I can’t fathom not being outdoorsy.  So, Anya is just like her momma and  a lot more like her assertive daddy.  I am thankful for this.  I want to raise our girls in such a way that they are strong willed…in a good way.  I want to raise Anya to be a fighter.  A warrior.  Someone who will stand straight when adversity strikes and a woman who will love the Lord her God with all her heart.

Grace is my little helper.  She speaks whole sentences  now and I love hearing her express her little toddler thoughts!  A few days ago when it first started to rain, we were walking outside.  She looked up at the cloudy gray sky and said, “where’d the sun go?”  I smiled and said, “it’s hiding sweet heart!  The sun is hiding behind the clouds!”  She simply looked at me very seriously with her eyebrows turned and said, “you need to fix it!”  Oh so funny!

Grace loves to read.  Well, she loves for me to read to her.   Four or fives books are always stacked next to our reading chair at bedtime and even when we’ve read them all she wants me to read them again.  Some of the time she is stalling going to bed.  Haha.  But I think she loves escaping into the realm of imagination with mommy.  I don’t blame her..I do too!  Just a few days ago we converted her crib into a bed.  As August took off the front railing I cringed and thought of the different ways she might escape.  I imagined doing battle at bedtime to get her to stay put.  I imagined her getting out of bed and throwing things into Anya’s crib as she slept.  I imagined hours going by after she was supposed to be sleeping before she would finally stay put.  None of that has happened!  After reading five, six, or ten stories, I snuggle her into my arms and say a prayer for her.  “May the Lord bless you and keep you, may He shine His face upon you.  May He be gracious unto you and give you peace.  Amen.”  In her little toddler voice, she replies, “amen.”  I lay her down and cover her with soft snuggly blankets and say, “it’s time for bed now sweet girl.  night night!”  I then walk out and close the door and then hold my breath.  Do I hear stirring?  Are those little footsteps on the wood floor?  Nope.  Only the sound of gentle breathing comes through the monitor.  Only once did August and I hear the station on the sound machine change.  Just once.  My little girl is so compliant.  She knows it’s time for bed and she falls to sleep!   Somehow I think Anya will be a different story.  LOL.  We’ll just cross that bridge when we come to it.

As fall approaches I am thankful for all the ways God has brought bounty into my life.  I am rich in family.  Rich in love.  God provides for our little family.  I am at peace with where He is leading us.  I trust God holds us in his hands.  I am always hoping for our own place someday, but I try to remember to let tomorrow worry about tomorrow.

33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6: 33-34



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