Weekend Update

This weekend held a few "firsts" for our family. And though most of you...the unrelated bunch...probably won't get too excited, this is for memory sake. And for an insider's view into our home life for those who love my children. :)


1. Charis, though she has been talking about getting married and buying a house and having a brood of children for a while now, gave me a little peak into her preferences regarding the male race.

"I don't like bald men."

Hmm. That was random. But okay. I'll keep that in mind when meeting your potential suitors. Supposedly, you can look at the boy's mother's father...if he's bald, then the boy will be bald as well. (Am I getting that right?)

I'm sure he'll just love that I'm keeping tabs on his future hairline. ....All for the love of a daughter, right? ;)


2. Charis had her first communion during church.

Unfortunately for us, our church doesn't do children's church on the first Sunday of the month until after worship. Usually the younger children have their own church time of songs and stories and puppets, etc. at the start of the service. But on Communion Sunday, all the kids are present.

This has posed a bit of a challenge in the past as the plates of bread and mini "cups" of juice are passed through the rows. Little hands and empty mouths don't understand why the grown-ups are getting "snack" and they aren't. :)

Charis, at age 5, has a fairly deep understanding of Jesus and what he did for her. what He's asking of her. what He feels for her. And she asked Jesus into her heart this past summer. Randomly, all that passed through my mind as the communion plate was passed to me. All of the sudden, I just knew it was the right timing for her.

Jet's and my eyes (and smiles) met over her head as I held out the communion bread to her. She looked at me, unsure. And then with a huge smile on her face, followed my lead and pinched off a piece. I whispered to her, telling her again of what the bread represented and why we eat it as a reminder. She listened intently.

And then. She said, "I like juice, too." Her way of asking if she would get to be a part of the drink as well. *grin*

She leaned over, after it was all done, and gave me the sweetest hug, saying "I love you so much, Mommy." I knew at that point just how much our allowing her to be a part of communion meant to her. She loves being "big" and we want to encourage her, especially in her relationship with the Lord, to never feel that she can't enter in until she's "older".

Now, what does that mean for Selah? It's a little bit of a tricky one. Especially when a few nights later Selah is crying in bed. When I finally got to the bottom of what she was feeling she said, "I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be in heaven with Jesus." She was crying so hard at this point that I could barely understand her.

Why, Selah? Why do you want to be in heaven?

"Because I want to taste the bread too. I never got to."

Oh dear Jesus. Give us wisdom.



3. Raegan took her first full step. At my mom's house. To my mom. ;)

We were all sitting around in their family room. Raegan was hanging onto the coffee table in front of the couch where Jet and I were sitting. Mom was on the floor hanging out with Raegan.

All of the sudden, Raegan let go of the table, deliberately turned to mom, and then walked towards her a step and a half-ish before falling into her arms.

Jet and I couldn't see her face, but Mom said she could just see Raegan's expression change. This look of determination came over her. And then she took her first step.

Incidentally, she has taken more steps since then. Practicing by herself!! She'll crawl over to a chair or coffee table, pull up on it, and then let go and take a step or two before falling down and doing it all over again. Walking to no one in particular. That girl is a determined one!!! You can see it in her eyes that she wants to be up and around with her sisters. I have a feeling when she does walk, it will be at a runner's pace.


4. I ate chocolate for the first time since I've been pregnant. Not that I particularly craved it, mind you. But I just wasn't feeling sick and by golly...I wanted to taste it in my mouth again. hee hee

Thankfully, the sickness HAS lessened this past week!!! It's literally gone from an all day event to an evening affair. Every day around 4:30, it hits me. But hey! I won't complain...at least I can eat for the better part of the day without running to the bathroom.

This is a marked improvement since a week and a half ago, I laid on the couch literally crying "Jet, would you be alright if we just had four? I don't think I can do this again."

THANK YOU, God that those desperate moments have passed. Maybe that means it's a boy? I don't remember how long the sickness lasted with Raegan, the first two pregnancies had 24 hour sickness for at least 5 months.

Though I have to admit, I would not be AT ALL upset if I am carrying another girl. Just today, I was looking at my daughters as we played in the floor and was about driven to tears over how much I love them. ...and I told them so on the spot. Saying that I almost hoped this baby was another girl because I just love my girls so much.

To which my oldest child said, "Does that mean you don't want a boy? Jesus gets to decide, you know."

Kids. They learn quick, don't they? Quick enough to make sure that they get reteach you (IE. make you eat your words) the lesson you just taught them last month.