Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Age Gap Fallacy

Greg and I prayed a lot before Charlie came along. Our rock 'em, sock 'em twins had thrown us for about a three-year-long loop, and we were tuckered out. We needed time to get them on their feet and to get back on our own. We spent four and a half years as a happy family of five, and there were times during those years that we were sure this was the way our family would always look.

Lots of people had {unsolicited} advice for us:

This is such a nice little family. The three kids are all so close in age.

Just think, in a few years they'll all be out of diapers and into school, and you'll be free!

Just think, in a few years they'll all be out of high school and into college, and you'll be free!

If you have another one now, the baby will be like an only child.

If you have another one now, the baby will feel like an only child.

Do you really want to start all over again? 

The only advice that we actually did seek was from God:

My timing is perfect.

Be still and wait on Me. 

Have faith that if you ask Me with a heart to do My will, I will reveal My plan for your family.

Seek Me above all else, and I will make your paths straight.

 In October of 2010, we rejoiced on a sunny Saturday morning as two clear lines on a stick told us that God wasn't finished building our family.

To say that our beloved Charles Francis has filled our family with joy and delight would be the understatement of the year. He is adored. And as for that fear that, because he was 4 1/2 years younger than the twins, he would be lonely and left out in our family? Whoever said that couldn't have known how his three older siblings would race down the hall to his room after hearing his post-nap chatter over the monitor, or how his sister would read to him for hours, or how he would be the toughest, most sure-footed kid in the nursery because of the all the tussling with his older brothers.

I have lots of friends who have their children in a few years and really enjoy the freedom that that allows, having all of the kids on the same page, so to speak. But if you're one of those people who decides to welcome a new little bundle into your family several years after giving away the exersaucer and the stroller, take heart. You will be blessed and surprised by joy.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Valentines Day 2013

It seems like it was more like Valentine's Week than Valentine's Day this year. Between little parties and exchanges with friends and clubs and co-op classmates, we were rocking the love every day last week. It was fun. It was exhausting. My kids have eaten more cookies, cupcakes, and stale tootsie rolls than I care to admit. Charlie added several new words to his limited vocabulary last week, and all of them would make a dentist shudder.

On Valentine's morning, the kids woke up to treats at their breakfast places. I love surprising them like this. They're always so sweet and excited.

Last year I hosted a ginormous party at my house, but with everything going on with the impending move, I bailed on that this year and my friends and I came up with an awesome solution. We spent the morning at a fun indoor playground, ate pizza and sweets, and exchanged Valentines in elaborately decorated shoeboxes and plastic buckets. Except for the time Charlie walked up the skeeball ramp and got stuck in the circles  where you throw the balls (and in other news, I have been nominated for Mother of the Year), we all actually got to sit and talk while the kids ran around like lunatics. It was so much fun. I love my girls :-). Man, I'm gonna miss them.

ps... All I have to show for the day is blurry iphone snaps of wild children with their mouths full of pizza. Please add the next four pictures as exhibits A, B, C, and D for by nomination of Mother of the Year.

Monday, February 4, 2013


We hit another milestone a few weeks ago. I was in Rochester for the day with my mom checking out houses, and one charming little six year old lost his first tooth on Daddy's watch.

The tooth fairy brought him four quarters, a pack of gum, and a bag of "sweet fish" (Swedish fish, his favorite). A few days later, he proudly explained to the dentist exactly how big the bag of sweet fish really was, right before he hopped up in her chair to get a cavity filled. Cause that's just how we roll.