Equality, Life Isn’t Fair, and Other Things My Daughter Has Not Yet Learned

If there hadn’t been a Susan B. Anthony, I’m sure someday Mara Joy would have become a household name among those demanding equal rights.

No matter why Micah gets attention, Mara wants equal attention. If we praise him for toddling across the room, she staggers across, imitating him. If we praise him for how he feeds himself, she gingerly lifts her spoon to her mouth, dribbling food down her chin. (Hey–it worked for him!) If we praise him for saying ‘Da-da-da-da,” then . . . well, you can guess what she says (equally loudly). Right now, she is banging a cookie cutter on the wall, her mouth gaping wide, staring blankly at me as she blinks while listening to the sound it makes, because Micah is banging a cookie cutter on the wall, mouth gaping wide, staring blankly at me while blinking and listening to the sound it makes.

Someone needs to learn that life isn’t fair, and we don’t all get equal treatment. . .

Nonetheless, this morning, Mara announced, “I’m going to be drouble!” (This coming after Micah had recently knocked a lamp off an end table, shattering the light bulb, and then opened a drawer, inadvertently discovering, to his delight, a whole package of new light bulbs.)

So, of course, my curiousity was piqued. “Why are you going to be trouble?”

“Because Micah bee-ed drouble!. . . I’m going to get out the light bulbs, and you’re going to say ‘Mawa, don’t be in drouble!'”

Little Explorers

I took a bunch of “outdoorsy” shots of the kids last weekend on the church retreat. For most readers, I’m sure this post screams “MOMMM!!” loud and clear. . .

You will see over a dozen shots of the same two kids playing in the same few square feet of earth over a total of nine minutes while we walked, in the way that only toddlers do, from the main lodge to the house where the nursery was located.

Soooo. . . you have been warned!

And for my family and anyone else dying to see more pics of the kids (or as Mara says, ‘tids’): well, I couldn’t decide which of these I liked best. So here they are!

Enjoy Mara’s incessant chatter throughout the pictures. And Micah’s smile–he’s always happiest outside!

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So We All Got It . . .

We are all sick . . .

I thought I just might squeak by–the whole family sick, but not me!

Ha!

Mara got sick Monday. Micah by Tuesday night. Daniel started feeling it Wednesday, and he was home from work sick today.

Tonight there’s no escaping the reality that I’m now sick too . . .

The thing about getting sick when you’re pregnant (and the SAHM mom of two toddlers) is that life still goes on! You can’t take a sick day, while the kids are still at the day care.

The kids don’t just entertain themselves, knowing how you’re feeling. Pregnancy fatigue doesn’t give you a day off. The groceries don’t buy themselves automatically–and the family still wants to eat! And if you try to rest, the house lays in shambles until you’re well enough to put it back together. . .

After the kids went to bed, Daniel said it was TV night for us. We drank hot tea, popped popcorn, and ate ice cream.

We watched the last episode of last season’s The Office and this season’s premiere. . .

We watched another Burn Notice and the new show Community. . .

You know I’m sick when I agree to a “TV night”!!!!! and now here I am blogging. . .  I should go to bed . . .

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Three little ancedotes:

Lately Mara has asked over and over and over to read her book about going to the dentist. She’s never been to the dentist, but since reading this book, she’s taken a great interest in dentists–and braces.

“See?” she said, through her raisin-filled mouth. “I have braces! See the wires on my teeth?”

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I had to post this picture, primarily for my sister, because I remember us as children using random food pieces for pretend braces . . .

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And . . .  you know you’ve gone wrong somewhere, when your daughter holds up her plate at dinner and says, “Look! It’s a picture of my flam-ah-lee!”

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This morning, when I put her in booktime, I told her, “While you’re in book time, Mommy is going to take her shower and read her Bible.”

“You don’t want to do that!” she exclaimed. “You’ll get the pages all wet!”

Micah at 15 months – Part 2

Micah had his 15-month checkup on Monday. He’s now 22 lbs., 10 ozs.–still in the 25th percentile for weight. Of course his head is still in the 95+ percentile, as always. Even in his final prenatal ultrasound, his head was measuring at 33 weeks, when his body was measuring 31 weeks. His head has always been disproportionately large.

But the news of the day is that he’s finally starting to catch up to the average in height! He’s now 31 inches tall, around the 45th percentile!

The pediatrician confirmed what we thought about his speech.  Basically, he had three questions:

1) Is he “babbling”? Oh, yes!

2) Are you concerned about potential hearing problems?  No.

3) Is he comprehending basic instructions or basic thoughts you say to him? Yes. (See Micah at 15 months – Part 1.)

If he is still not talking by age 2, the pediatrician would recommend a hearing test. If all is well with his hearing, our pediatrician would wait until age 3 before pursuing speech therapy. Boys tend to talk later than girls, and the main issues of concern at this age are hearing and comprehension. Talk to him. Read to him. Insist that he “ask” for things, rather than just giving him whatever he wants to be happy. Give him a chance to talk back.

On a somewhat-related note, Micah is still shy as ever. One story from this weekend’s retreat illustrates this quite well. I will say: This story will be the funniest to those who know both Randy (from church) and our little Micah–unfortunately, that’s only one or two of my readers–but I was laughing soo hard!

My shy little Micah was walking around the main room downstairs after breakfast on Sunday. I was still eating, but sitting only about four feet away from Micah. He walked toward the seat where Randy was sitting, and Randy said an enthusiastic “HI!” to Micah, who stood frozen, staring at Randy.

Micah’s lips puckered and then, after a long moment, began quivering. Half-jokingly, I guess, Randy then said, “I come in peace!”

I knew what would happen next.

Micah began weeping–sobbing, as if he were half-terrified and half-heartbroken.

Randy just looked at him and said, “You should really watch more Star Trek.”

I was dying laughing. I walked over to comfort my shy little Micah-man, who still stood there frozen in fright.

Someday. . . someday, he will grow out of this!!!

But I had a realization last week . . .

This was my little Micah, one year ago today.

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One year ago today, he came off the AB monitor! And when I look at his life over the past few months, my heart is truly filled with gratitude to the Lord.

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Here’s my little man this week!

How far he has come in one year! How different this summer has been than the last! How wonderful to have such simple concerns about our little guy, like “Will his head always be this much bigger than his body?” and “When will he learn to talk?”

Tonight I stumbled across Kaleigh Freeman’s website. . . A beautiful baby girl born June 23, 2008–just 19 days after Micah–weighing only 1 lb. 1 oz. Kaleigh had numerous surgeries and passed away following the surgery that was supposed to be the “final” surgery before she came home. Her parents’ blog chronicles her 11 months of life and their fight for joy in God in the midst of the struggles. Kaleigh didn’t make it to her first birthday, let alone 15 months . . . yes, I cried a lot reading this . . . Daniel keeps telling me I shouldn’t read about other preemies now that I’m pregnant again . . .

But all that to say, I was overwhelmed while reading Kaleigh’s story, with a sense of how gracious God was in allowing Micah to remain in the womb for 32 weeks. Overwhelmed with a sense of how undeserving we are to have the baby that spent only 23 days in the NICU, rather than his entire 11 months. Just overwhelmed by the frailty of life for all of us, and once again, I found a renewed sense of thanksgiving to God for life and breath . . . and for the privilege of caring for perfectly healthy 15-month-old Micah!

Thank you, God.