You are currently browsing the monthly archive for November, 2007.
I love Christmas. I love the chatter of planning gifts, The smell of apple cider cooking (but I’ll drink hot chocolate instead), the stocking hung by the woodburning stove with care, The tree lit up with lights and ornaments (but this year I get to decorate my kitchen doorway, cd’s playing away with carols sung to our Lord, and of course the time when people really think about Jesus. Some people focus so much on remembering Jesus because it is His time, others do forget the meaning of Christmas, while still others (like hubby and myself) take the time to remember Him through the Word, giving gifts and remembering THE Gift, enjoying the season, and so much more.
Every year the celebration starts and Thanksgiving. We give thanks to God for all His blessing throughout the year and throughout history. We enjoy that bounty over dinner and during the day we rest. We also enjoy the fact that everyone else is enjoying the day and the streets are hushed, the normal business of the day is quiet. The day after thanksgiving we usually get a tree. This year however, we will not be getting one. We have no room. So hubby dearest let me decorate the doorway with swags and white lights and candycanes. Ahhhh, what beauty is before my eyes. The shephers cane, the blood, the pure white of Him who died for me.
We had a most interesting year. I got pregnant in Jan. found out in Feb. Sick by March, well again by June almost July, and had our little Jr. Muffin by Oct. Yes, I am speaking of Euphemia, our Emma. I also had my first hospital stay and I finally got my drivers liscense. We are just now getting medical bills on top of the other expensive bills. I feel like we are being hit all at once. Mortage due, credit card due (for Emma’s PKU test) Dr. bill due (2 mortage payments), radiologist bill due, Insurance premium due, 2 other hospital bills due…. Christmas gifts, I am making all I can. I love to give and I am finding useful tips for giving things that I can make but arent going to be cheapo looking.
Merry Christmas to all. Enjoy this season. O come Emmanuel, God is with us!
We all at one time or another recieved a doll (in some form, whether it be an actual doll or a teddy bear) and what did we do with it? It became our child. We nurtured it, feed it (as you can a stuffed being ;)) put it to bed, and all that jazz. Fast forward a decade… A new mother, what is she doing? She is getting up at 2am to feed the baby and rock her to sleep. She is tired but the baby needs food! She nodds off and wakes up to a small infant biting down on her feeding tube (provided by mama dearest) and yelps, waking the baby back up as well. Oh what joy motherhood provides! OK, so that story was more for your entertainment than a complain. (But it DID hurt!) We still get to dress our babies! That is so much fun! We change the diapers as we did our dolls (but this time we plug our noses as well!) we cuddle them and read our favorite childhood stories to them. But can life be all that easy? No way! What about the times that we aren’t enough. We can’t comfort them, they want to stay awake while we sleep. Did dollhood prepare us for that? There is a new doll out I hear that makes crying sounds every three hours. Supposedly it is to train our teenage culture. Hogwash! You can stuff a doll in a closet and forget about it but you will never be able to fully forget your child! You can’t love a doll as you would a child. Too much work and love goes into that being. They grow up, they learn from you. A doll has no brains! Can you prepare a doll for heaven? Can you sing to a doll as a teenager and not feel silly or stupid? This will have to be a 2 part series as I am being interupted to feed my baby. 
A house, it is our home and here is our update;
So, its been an eventful week. This past weekend my dear hubby built some shelves in our closet for my fabric so it isnt all over the floor! YAY! It was even more special not only because he made them (staying up til 10-11pm doing it) but also because he used my cedar chest wood. The cedar chest had had it and I was sorry to see it go, but hubby has put the wood to good use. They will hold my fabric dear and keep em smelling good too!
Euphemia and her feedings. Well we are still using the sheild on the one side. The left side has healed up nicely and she can be on wrong and I dont notice. EEK! But on the other hand it means that things are looking up. She slept for 6 hours straight last night. Oh thank you Emma! I know I was crying while you were up for those three hours while I had a headache and just wanted some sleep but honey, go ahead and do it some more if it means I can get sleep like that. Of course if you snored a bit louder that would be great too cause then I wouldnt be worried if you were alive or not. 
I talk so much about the problems we are having to face but in this entry I NEED to mention how much fun Euphemia is. She has the same character and she had in the womb. She has a sweet side to her that we love to cuddle with. She sleeps like a rosebud. But as the poem says, when she’s bad, she’s horrid… ok, she is not THAT bad but it is a bit trying and you want to give in to her cute little screams. But no, I am not going to pay for that later. Papa loves his little daughter. If he knew the song I bet that he could go around the house humming,
“I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day…
When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of may…
I guess you’d say, ‘what can make me feel this way…’
MY GIRL! MY GIRL!”
Yep, that’s what we are, Daddy’s grils!
