Every Tuesday evening, Friday morning and Saturday morning, our road fills with what I have come to call "the minivan brigade."
Typically, the majority of the vans drive by a few minutes after programs are supposed to begin. Yes, family life will do that to most.
If you could be sitting here with me right now, you would get a look at just about every make and color minivan made in the last 15 years or so. Of course, there are the occasional SUVs and a fair share of Suburbans, but mostly minivans. (By the way, I've decided purple is a weird color for any vehicle, but especially for minivans.)
I'm telling you, you can't live in my house and not notice the steady stream.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Trimesters & More Pregnancy Talk
I can never remember how many weeks are in which trimester. (You'd think I'd know by now...)
Too many people refer to each trimester as being 12 weeks. I'm no genius, but I know that 12x3 does not equal 40. Somewhere along the way, at least 1 trimester needs to be longer than that!
I am also perplexed when pregnant women assume 4 weeks = 1 month, so that when they're 24 weeks pregnant they're telling people they're 6 months pregnant. Until the entire universe starts measuring by lunar months, please don't confuse me (and I assume others) by doing that.
Anyway, this is about trimester lengths, so I'll try to refrain from tangents.
If someone could enlighten me as to length of each trimester, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.
Too many people refer to each trimester as being 12 weeks. I'm no genius, but I know that 12x3 does not equal 40. Somewhere along the way, at least 1 trimester needs to be longer than that!
I am also perplexed when pregnant women assume 4 weeks = 1 month, so that when they're 24 weeks pregnant they're telling people they're 6 months pregnant. Until the entire universe starts measuring by lunar months, please don't confuse me (and I assume others) by doing that.
Anyway, this is about trimester lengths, so I'll try to refrain from tangents.
If someone could enlighten me as to length of each trimester, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Today
:: Today marks 1 week since my last bleeding. 2 weeks from tomorrow I see my doctor again and, hopefully, will be granted permission to live life normally again.
:: I like my little town, especially in the spring. I'm convinced that people who don't have cold winters simply can't enjoy the creeping warmth of these March days nearly as much as the ones who do. And the people here sure do have cold winters.
:: Bronwyn is amazingly sweet and affectionate. As if her chubby arms and cheeks don't make her kissable enough, you should hear her say, "I will take care of you, Mama."
:: Tonight a meal arrived, but it wasn't only a meal (and a very good one, at that). There was a beautifully-fragrant potted hyacinth, a package of bright yellow napkins, and a 1/2-gallon of ice cream sent along with the meal. As the recipient of many acts of kindness these days, I am reminded that it's usually the little things we can do that speak volumes.
:: The entire north country is probably aware of my husband's education on "sugarin'" this past weekend. He now officially knows what kind of tree produces maple syrup.
:: Daniel has done very well with keeping up with things around the house throughout the past 1.5 weeks. I have not a thing to complain about. The vacuuming is getting done, the windows have been washed, the floors have been mopped, and baths for the kids have been punctual. He's a very diligent and hard-working man, and he delights in blessing me.
:: This weekend Daniel will head out of town, along with 57 others, to attend the BASIC conference. I will be at my parents', with the children, the whole time. It's been quite a while since I spent a couple days (or more) at "home," and I'm looking forward to it.
:: I like my little town, especially in the spring. I'm convinced that people who don't have cold winters simply can't enjoy the creeping warmth of these March days nearly as much as the ones who do. And the people here sure do have cold winters.
:: Bronwyn is amazingly sweet and affectionate. As if her chubby arms and cheeks don't make her kissable enough, you should hear her say, "I will take care of you, Mama."
:: Tonight a meal arrived, but it wasn't only a meal (and a very good one, at that). There was a beautifully-fragrant potted hyacinth, a package of bright yellow napkins, and a 1/2-gallon of ice cream sent along with the meal. As the recipient of many acts of kindness these days, I am reminded that it's usually the little things we can do that speak volumes.
:: The entire north country is probably aware of my husband's education on "sugarin'" this past weekend. He now officially knows what kind of tree produces maple syrup.
:: Daniel has done very well with keeping up with things around the house throughout the past 1.5 weeks. I have not a thing to complain about. The vacuuming is getting done, the windows have been washed, the floors have been mopped, and baths for the kids have been punctual. He's a very diligent and hard-working man, and he delights in blessing me.
:: This weekend Daniel will head out of town, along with 57 others, to attend the BASIC conference. I will be at my parents', with the children, the whole time. It's been quite a while since I spent a couple days (or more) at "home," and I'm looking forward to it.
Monday, March 26, 2007
A couple years ago, I realized I don't really like watching movies. I don't know why I didn't realize sooner. I mean, I can literally count the number of movies I've seen in a theater in my lifetime on two hands (maybe only one... nope, takes two) and I never feel like renting a movie because I can never think of one I want to see (this is not because I'm "holier than thou;" trust me, it's simply that I can never think of one that sounds interesting to me). I used to watch more movies than I do now because... well... honestly?-- I used to watched more movies before getting married and having kids (and thus having evening outings basically eliminated from my life) because my sisters and friends liked to watch movies and I liked to be with them.
Every once in a while there will be a movie I really want to see.
The last time was when the new Pride and Prejudice came out. (I feel a certain sense of obligation to watch films based on favorite books. You know... so I can judge them and always be disappointed by them falling short.) Of course I waited to see it until it was out on DVD/video, and not just because I'm cheap. You see, I've also come to the realization in the last couple years that watching movies in the theater makes me sick. The pitch blackness contrasted with artificial light from a large screen gives me an excruciating headache and the size of the movements due to the size of the screen makes me nauseous. So beware if you ever watch a movie with me in my home: a light will be on if I am present in the room and I will be sitting far from the screen-- farther if you have a TV bigger than 19", which is what I'm accustomed to.
And it was fun to watch. Mostly because I was watching with other people and not because I particularly enjoyed the film.
Every once in a while my family will want to see a movie and, because I still like doing things with them, I'll watch it. (I'm trying to remember the last time I did this... I think it was one night when an old friend was in town and Carina brought this over-- which I found very boring, but at least I was with girls I like.) Typically, I fall asleep before any movie is even 2/3 done. Ask my husband or sisters if you don't believe me.
At any rate, would you believe me if I told you that after sitting around for the past 10 days, I haven't watched a single movie or TV show? This surprises even me, since I'll often turn on this or this or this as a method of relaxation in the evenings. There are lots of days when 8 or 8:30pm rolls around and nothing sounds better than zoning in front of the TV for 30-60 minutes. But when I've spent my days resting a lot (like I have the past 10), I'm not enough of a vegetable come evening for the "zoning" factor of TV/movie-watching to appeal to me.
And even when zoning does appeal to me, 30-60 minutes is usually about all I can take, unless I've got a computer on my lap and can be doing other things at the same time.
*Disclaimer: sports are different, since I don't usually watch the game quite the same way a movie requires watching. Not to mention that any sports-watching is done as a way to share in one of my husband's passions and-- believe me-- sports are a passion with him. We watch baseball (Go Bucs!) and football (Go Steelers!) and hockey (Go Penguins!) and college basketball (Go Pitt!) and... well... you get the idea.*
You see, it isn't that I have anything against movie-watching. In fact, there is often a trailer I'll see or a recommendation I'll hear that sparks a flicker of interest. But when push comes to shove, sitting and doing nothing (not even talking?!?!) for 2-2.5 hours sounds too boring to me.
And this leads me to an all-important question:
Do I have ADD?
P.S. The over-use of italics in this entry makes me think of L. M. Montgomery and the fact that she would nonchalantly attribute this to immaturity and girlhood instability.
But since I'm not 14 years old, maybe she would just say I have ADD.
Every once in a while there will be a movie I really want to see.
The last time was when the new Pride and Prejudice came out. (I feel a certain sense of obligation to watch films based on favorite books. You know... so I can judge them and always be disappointed by them falling short.) Of course I waited to see it until it was out on DVD/video, and not just because I'm cheap. You see, I've also come to the realization in the last couple years that watching movies in the theater makes me sick. The pitch blackness contrasted with artificial light from a large screen gives me an excruciating headache and the size of the movements due to the size of the screen makes me nauseous. So beware if you ever watch a movie with me in my home: a light will be on if I am present in the room and I will be sitting far from the screen-- farther if you have a TV bigger than 19", which is what I'm accustomed to.
And it was fun to watch. Mostly because I was watching with other people and not because I particularly enjoyed the film.
Every once in a while my family will want to see a movie and, because I still like doing things with them, I'll watch it. (I'm trying to remember the last time I did this... I think it was one night when an old friend was in town and Carina brought this over-- which I found very boring, but at least I was with girls I like.) Typically, I fall asleep before any movie is even 2/3 done. Ask my husband or sisters if you don't believe me.
At any rate, would you believe me if I told you that after sitting around for the past 10 days, I haven't watched a single movie or TV show? This surprises even me, since I'll often turn on this or this or this as a method of relaxation in the evenings. There are lots of days when 8 or 8:30pm rolls around and nothing sounds better than zoning in front of the TV for 30-60 minutes. But when I've spent my days resting a lot (like I have the past 10), I'm not enough of a vegetable come evening for the "zoning" factor of TV/movie-watching to appeal to me.
And even when zoning does appeal to me, 30-60 minutes is usually about all I can take, unless I've got a computer on my lap and can be doing other things at the same time.
*Disclaimer: sports are different, since I don't usually watch the game quite the same way a movie requires watching. Not to mention that any sports-watching is done as a way to share in one of my husband's passions and-- believe me-- sports are a passion with him. We watch baseball (Go Bucs!) and football (Go Steelers!) and hockey (Go Penguins!) and college basketball (Go Pitt!) and... well... you get the idea.*
You see, it isn't that I have anything against movie-watching. In fact, there is often a trailer I'll see or a recommendation I'll hear that sparks a flicker of interest. But when push comes to shove, sitting and doing nothing (not even talking?!?!) for 2-2.5 hours sounds too boring to me.
And this leads me to an all-important question:
Do I have ADD?
P.S. The over-use of italics in this entry makes me think of L. M. Montgomery and the fact that she would nonchalantly attribute this to immaturity and girlhood instability.
But since I'm not 14 years old, maybe she would just say I have ADD.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
A Favorite Quote
The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does me a different kind of woman. For I have accepted God's idea of me, and my whole life is an offering back to Him of all that I am and all that He wants me to be.
Let Me Be A Woman, by Elisabeth Elliot
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Since I've had lots of free time on my hands this past week, I've taken advantage of the chance to do some planning. (Planning = day-dreaming that has a hint of reality to it.) More particularly, I've been planning out what our updated kitchen will look like once the adjacent unfinished room has been re-done.
I've owned a home architect program for years. Literally. But since, oh, say approximately February 2003, I haven't really had time to design just for fun.
In the last week, however, I've had time. And now, I don't just have a virtual project to think about, since Daniel and I are hoping that this re-modeling will take place sometime in the next couple years. (We are saving our nickels and dimes to reach that point.)
Daniel measured rooms, doors, and windows for me earlier in the week and I started plotting and planning. Several designs later, I've got something I really like-- for now, anyway. It includes more counters and kitchen cupboards than I currently have (not hard to manage), a double oven, a closet for coats and cleaning supplies, and space for a couch, armchair, and TV, as well as utilizing the built-in floor-to-ceiling cupboards already in the unfinished room (directly below is the root cellar; it looks as though those cupboards were used in years past for storing produce and canned goods) for toys and books. The plan is that our current family room would become a music room, with space for an upright piano and Daniel's guitars, as well as whatever other instruments our children may collect over the years (the drums are already in our possession, but I'd rather they not stay in the kids' bedroom forever and ever).
I showed the plan to Daniel, detailed with new cupboards and appliances, added doors and windows, hardwood floors, and even a small island for feeding kids quick meals. "What do you think?" I asked, very excited about all the improvements I had made.
"I think money," came the quick response.
Ah well. What can I say? We see things very differently sometimes.
I've owned a home architect program for years. Literally. But since, oh, say approximately February 2003, I haven't really had time to design just for fun.
In the last week, however, I've had time. And now, I don't just have a virtual project to think about, since Daniel and I are hoping that this re-modeling will take place sometime in the next couple years. (We are saving our nickels and dimes to reach that point.)
Daniel measured rooms, doors, and windows for me earlier in the week and I started plotting and planning. Several designs later, I've got something I really like-- for now, anyway. It includes more counters and kitchen cupboards than I currently have (not hard to manage), a double oven, a closet for coats and cleaning supplies, and space for a couch, armchair, and TV, as well as utilizing the built-in floor-to-ceiling cupboards already in the unfinished room (directly below is the root cellar; it looks as though those cupboards were used in years past for storing produce and canned goods) for toys and books. The plan is that our current family room would become a music room, with space for an upright piano and Daniel's guitars, as well as whatever other instruments our children may collect over the years (the drums are already in our possession, but I'd rather they not stay in the kids' bedroom forever and ever).
I showed the plan to Daniel, detailed with new cupboards and appliances, added doors and windows, hardwood floors, and even a small island for feeding kids quick meals. "What do you think?" I asked, very excited about all the improvements I had made.
"I think money," came the quick response.
Ah well. What can I say? We see things very differently sometimes.
Friday, March 23, 2007
I'm supposed to be in Pittsburgh right now. If I were there, I imagine that Grandma would be cleaning up from feeding the kids a breakfast of every sort of thing they like. "Granola? Or Mighty Bites? I can heat up pancakes, if you'd rather... Do you want strawberries or bananas or apples or oranges?" As it is, they ate a breakfast of pre-determined-by-Dad cereal and then they were given their daily banana and told not to fuss about what color plastic cup of milk they ended up with (Gabriel never wants any color associated with the "dark side" in StarWars and Bronwyn always wants purple). Mom and Dad just aren't as nice as Grandma and we figure it's a working arrangement: our lives are simpler throughout the year and Grandma remains the hero of thoughtfulness in our children's eyes. 
My week was supposed to be full of going fun places, visiting with a nephew and his mom and dad, spending time with very special friends, shopping for children's clothing in a few favorite stores, and getting my bi-annual fix-- not to mention seeing many dear people from here. Instead, I've been sitting on the couch a lot, my eyes have been aching from looking at a computer screen or reading books too much, and I don't even get to do fun things like pick up my baby. (This whole, "Hey, Daniel, can you come give Jack to me," thing is getting old in a hurry, I must confess.)
Yes, we are disappointed.
And, yet, I am struck with the privilege I've been given-- even now, months before I will see this baby face to face-- to make little sacrifices for another. I consider how good God is to give our lives meaning through serving. I think about the emptiest days of my life, and I see the very common denominator in each one: I was living those days for myself.
So I'll sit here a little longer. I'll miss more outside-the-home events. I won't see many people and I won't get to put my children to bed, again. I'll continue nursing Jackson less often (I suppose only other moms can understand how difficult that one is...) and I'll resign myself to Easter decorations staying in their box until next year. I won't take a long, brisk walk even though it's beautiful outside and I won't go to the musical rehearsal this afternoon. And, truthfully, when I stop and really think about it, it doesn't bother me because-- well, what are those things in light of this labor of love that might provide a life with life?
My week was supposed to be full of going fun places, visiting with a nephew and his mom and dad, spending time with very special friends, shopping for children's clothing in a few favorite stores, and getting my bi-annual fix-- not to mention seeing many dear people from here. Instead, I've been sitting on the couch a lot, my eyes have been aching from looking at a computer screen or reading books too much, and I don't even get to do fun things like pick up my baby. (This whole, "Hey, Daniel, can you come give Jack to me," thing is getting old in a hurry, I must confess.)
Yes, we are disappointed.
And, yet, I am struck with the privilege I've been given-- even now, months before I will see this baby face to face-- to make little sacrifices for another. I consider how good God is to give our lives meaning through serving. I think about the emptiest days of my life, and I see the very common denominator in each one: I was living those days for myself.
So I'll sit here a little longer. I'll miss more outside-the-home events. I won't see many people and I won't get to put my children to bed, again. I'll continue nursing Jackson less often (I suppose only other moms can understand how difficult that one is...) and I'll resign myself to Easter decorations staying in their box until next year. I won't take a long, brisk walk even though it's beautiful outside and I won't go to the musical rehearsal this afternoon. And, truthfully, when I stop and really think about it, it doesn't bother me because-- well, what are those things in light of this labor of love that might provide a life with life?
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
This has been a long week. I am amazed to find myself telling people that it's also been a good one.
It's been a week of throwing myself at the mercy of Jesus, knowing it isn't of my own merit that I can even ask for blessing, prosperity, or life-- and discovering that His mercy is greater than I expect it to be.
It's been a week of being confronted by 2 outcomes on several occasions; a week of commanding my soul to know peace and joy regardless of what lies ahead.
It's also been a week of being confronted by 2 outcomes on several occasions and feeling unspeakably blessed after each confrontation.
Thank you for praying for us.
There is life in the blood of the Lamb who was slain
There is power, there is power in His name
There is love pouring out of the wounds that were made
Pouring out, pouring over our shame
So praise the God who saves
Praise the God who bled
Praise the God who was nailed to a tree
And wore our sins upon His head
There is truth in His body, raised that third day
There is joy in a stone rolled away
There is hope pouring out of the tomb where He lay
Pouring out, pouring over the grave
For He lives that we too might live
And He loves that we might also love
And know the glory of God above
P.S. Do you know I've seen my baby twice and heard his/her heartbeat 4 times in a week??? Now that's blessed.
::Edit:: a more detailed update on what's going on with the baby and me
My hematoma (the hemorrhage on the maternal side of the placenta) is about 8cm. At first I thought, "8cm?! That's nothing!" But then I found out that 8cm is actually considered to be on the small side of large, if that makes sense. (To put it into perspective, that's bigger than the baby is.)
With each day beyond the first trimester I get (according to ultrasounds, I am 12w, 6d), the chances of a late miscarriage drop and the likelihood of my body healing increases. Also on my side is my age, since a newer body heals itself more readily than an older one.
The bleeding I've been experiencing is most likely some of the pooling blood (the hematoma) being expelled and is not necessarily because of further tearing of the placenta. I didn't get another ultrasound today so we don't know for sure if there's been more tearing or not, but since the baby's heartbeat continues to hold around 160 beats/minute, we can safely assume that even if there has been recent tearing, it's been minimal enough that it hasn't affected the baby. The continued expelling of blood does, unfortunately, indicate that the hematoma is not being re-absorbed into my body. This means the placenta is continuing to hemorrhage, though just in the area it tore previously and not a new area-- which is definitely better than continued tearing but still not great, if that makes sense.
In about 3 weeks, I will see my doctor again and she'll have me get another ultrasound to check the size of the hematoma. Hopefully it will have been at least somewhat, if not completely, absorbed. If by the 3rd trimester there is no trace of it left, the pregnancy will most likely go on to be completely normal.
If the hematoma doesn't re-absorb at all and/or leaves a scar on the placenta, placental functions will be hindered and there will be a significant chance of IUGR (intrauterine growth retardation) and/or pre-term labor.
... How's that for a biology lesson?!
It's been a week of throwing myself at the mercy of Jesus, knowing it isn't of my own merit that I can even ask for blessing, prosperity, or life-- and discovering that His mercy is greater than I expect it to be.
It's been a week of being confronted by 2 outcomes on several occasions; a week of commanding my soul to know peace and joy regardless of what lies ahead.
It's also been a week of being confronted by 2 outcomes on several occasions and feeling unspeakably blessed after each confrontation.
Thank you for praying for us.
"God Who Saves" by Caedmon's Call
There is life in the blood of the Lamb who was slain
There is power, there is power in His name
There is love pouring out of the wounds that were made
Pouring out, pouring over our shame
So praise the God who saves
Praise the God who bled
Praise the God who was nailed to a tree
And wore our sins upon His head
There is truth in His body, raised that third day
There is joy in a stone rolled away
There is hope pouring out of the tomb where He lay
Pouring out, pouring over the grave
For He lives that we too might live
And He loves that we might also love
And know the glory of God above
P.S. Do you know I've seen my baby twice and heard his/her heartbeat 4 times in a week??? Now that's blessed.
::Edit:: a more detailed update on what's going on with the baby and me
My hematoma (the hemorrhage on the maternal side of the placenta) is about 8cm. At first I thought, "8cm?! That's nothing!" But then I found out that 8cm is actually considered to be on the small side of large, if that makes sense. (To put it into perspective, that's bigger than the baby is.)
With each day beyond the first trimester I get (according to ultrasounds, I am 12w, 6d), the chances of a late miscarriage drop and the likelihood of my body healing increases. Also on my side is my age, since a newer body heals itself more readily than an older one.
The bleeding I've been experiencing is most likely some of the pooling blood (the hematoma) being expelled and is not necessarily because of further tearing of the placenta. I didn't get another ultrasound today so we don't know for sure if there's been more tearing or not, but since the baby's heartbeat continues to hold around 160 beats/minute, we can safely assume that even if there has been recent tearing, it's been minimal enough that it hasn't affected the baby. The continued expelling of blood does, unfortunately, indicate that the hematoma is not being re-absorbed into my body. This means the placenta is continuing to hemorrhage, though just in the area it tore previously and not a new area-- which is definitely better than continued tearing but still not great, if that makes sense.
In about 3 weeks, I will see my doctor again and she'll have me get another ultrasound to check the size of the hematoma. Hopefully it will have been at least somewhat, if not completely, absorbed. If by the 3rd trimester there is no trace of it left, the pregnancy will most likely go on to be completely normal.
If the hematoma doesn't re-absorb at all and/or leaves a scar on the placenta, placental functions will be hindered and there will be a significant chance of IUGR (intrauterine growth retardation) and/or pre-term labor.
... How's that for a biology lesson?!
We will be heading back to hospital in an hour or two to see if baby is still okay...
Psalm 31:1-8 (emphasis mine)
In You, O Lord, I have taken refuge; Let me never be ashamed; In Your righteousness deliver me. Incline Your ear to me, rescue me quickly; Be to me a rock of strength, A stronghold to save me. For You are my rock and my fortress; For Your name's sake You will lead me and guide me. You will pull me out of the net which they have secretly laid for me, For You are my strength. Into Your hand I commit my spirit; You have ransomed me, O Lord, God of truth. I hate those who regard vain idols, But I trust in the Lord. I will rejoice and be glad in Your lovingkindness, Because You have seen my affliction; You have known the troubles of my soul, And You have not given me over into the hand of the enemy; You have set my feet in a large place.
In You, O Lord, I have taken refuge; Let me never be ashamed; In Your righteousness deliver me. Incline Your ear to me, rescue me quickly; Be to me a rock of strength, A stronghold to save me. For You are my rock and my fortress; For Your name's sake You will lead me and guide me. You will pull me out of the net which they have secretly laid for me, For You are my strength. Into Your hand I commit my spirit; You have ransomed me, O Lord, God of truth. I hate those who regard vain idols, But I trust in the Lord. I will rejoice and be glad in Your lovingkindness, Because You have seen my affliction; You have known the troubles of my soul, And You have not given me over into the hand of the enemy; You have set my feet in a large place.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
I have been taking it easy-- very easy-- so be at rest, all those concerned that I am not! The doctor's orders were for modified activity (i.e. no exercise,
stair-climbing, heavy lifting-- including babies and toddlers, etc.) until April 12th when she sees me, we get another ultrasound, and she re-evaluates.
Daniel, however (backed by my mother) has ordered an even stricter rest period for at least the coming
week. When I protest he tells me we will never regret being
overly-cautious, and his words silence me since I know he is right.
To be honest, yesterday and today it's been kind of nice. I can't think of the last time I took life so slowly except when sick, and it's kind of hard to enjoy rest when one is sick. I've been reading a lot, which is a favorite past-time and one I don't often get to indulge in. Top on the book list has been the Word, which is all the more important during a time when faith must be strengthened, followed by this and then this. I know it's a little early to begin looking at baby names, but I must confess to already feeling pressure since I've entered into this pregnancy without a single name rolling around. Considering the fact that it usually takes me the full length of a pregnancy to decide whether or not I like an already-discovered name enough to actually use it on a child, I'm already behind.
I've no doubt that I would be more frantic to get back into the swing of things were it not for the slew of offers for help that have been steadily streaming in. I am grateful and, once again, humbled. I'm always sure I know where I would be without the Lord; these days I am often wondering where I would be without His Body.
P.S. I'm taking book recommendations.
stair-climbing, heavy lifting-- including babies and toddlers, etc.) until April 12th when she sees me, we get another ultrasound, and she re-evaluates.
Daniel, however (backed by my mother) has ordered an even stricter rest period for at least the coming
week. When I protest he tells me we will never regret being
overly-cautious, and his words silence me since I know he is right.
To be honest, yesterday and today it's been kind of nice. I can't think of the last time I took life so slowly except when sick, and it's kind of hard to enjoy rest when one is sick. I've been reading a lot, which is a favorite past-time and one I don't often get to indulge in. Top on the book list has been the Word, which is all the more important during a time when faith must be strengthened, followed by this and then this. I know it's a little early to begin looking at baby names, but I must confess to already feeling pressure since I've entered into this pregnancy without a single name rolling around. Considering the fact that it usually takes me the full length of a pregnancy to decide whether or not I like an already-discovered name enough to actually use it on a child, I'm already behind.
I've no doubt that I would be more frantic to get back into the swing of things were it not for the slew of offers for help that have been steadily streaming in. I am grateful and, once again, humbled. I'm always sure I know where I would be without the Lord; these days I am often wondering where I would be without His Body.
P.S. I'm taking book recommendations.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
This morning was supposed to be a typical Saturday morning: Daniel out the door for men's prayer, then to his cell group meeting in Potsdam followed by meeting with a couple students before coming back here. I planned on doing the usual things: laundry, bathroom-cleaning, baths for kids, Sunday morning clothing preparation, etc. I'd also hoped to get Easter decorations out, in spite of the outdoors looking more like a winter-wonderland than spring.
Instead, Daniel and I made an emergency trip to the hospital and had an ultrasound done. Last night I had more bleeding exactly like Wednesday night. Upon speaking with my doctor this morning, a decision to get an ultrasound done-- especially in light of a hoped-for trip out of town next week to visit family and friends in Pittsburgh-- seemed like a good idea.
The ultrasound confirmed what the doctor surmised the situation to have been when I was seen at the office on Thursday: subchorionic bleeding. This is not altogether uncommon and typically not a need for concern, except that my ultrasound showed that there's been quite a bit of bleeding. I do appreciate having a doctor who is ever-optimistic while still speaking plainly; she is hopeful, but honestly could see this pregnancy "going either way."
I'm now under orders for restricted activity. This mostly means I shouldn't lift a lot. The need is to give the placenta as optimal an environment for healing as possible.
I know, though, that the real key is prayer.
Having seen a healthy baby twice now this week, it is perhaps even more painful to realize that his natural source of nutrients and life is at risk. Once again, I am reminded that the womb is not mine, but God's domain-- He is the true Author and Source of life. I am grateful that even as I'm reminded of how not in control I am, I have the assurance of a good and faithful God Who is in control.
Please pray for my baby.
And please pray for me. I know what response the Lord is looking for in me and I want to be faithful:
Bless the Lord, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget none of His benefits; Who pardons all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases; Who redeems your life from the pit, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion; (Psalm 103:1-4)
Instead, Daniel and I made an emergency trip to the hospital and had an ultrasound done. Last night I had more bleeding exactly like Wednesday night. Upon speaking with my doctor this morning, a decision to get an ultrasound done-- especially in light of a hoped-for trip out of town next week to visit family and friends in Pittsburgh-- seemed like a good idea.
The ultrasound confirmed what the doctor surmised the situation to have been when I was seen at the office on Thursday: subchorionic bleeding. This is not altogether uncommon and typically not a need for concern, except that my ultrasound showed that there's been quite a bit of bleeding. I do appreciate having a doctor who is ever-optimistic while still speaking plainly; she is hopeful, but honestly could see this pregnancy "going either way."
I'm now under orders for restricted activity. This mostly means I shouldn't lift a lot. The need is to give the placenta as optimal an environment for healing as possible.
I know, though, that the real key is prayer.
Having seen a healthy baby twice now this week, it is perhaps even more painful to realize that his natural source of nutrients and life is at risk. Once again, I am reminded that the womb is not mine, but God's domain-- He is the true Author and Source of life. I am grateful that even as I'm reminded of how not in control I am, I have the assurance of a good and faithful God Who is in control.
Please pray for my baby.
And please pray for me. I know what response the Lord is looking for in me and I want to be faithful:
Bless the Lord, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget none of His benefits; Who pardons all your iniquities, Who heals all your diseases; Who redeems your life from the pit, Who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion; (Psalm 103:1-4)
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Due Date Update
At the risk of boring most of my readers, I am sharing information that may only interest her, her, and possibly her. To the rest of you, feel free to stop reading.
My best-guess estimated due date was October 3rd.
The doctor's best-guess estimated due date was October 5th.
The ultrasound results best-guess estimated due date is September 28th. (I think. Can't quite remember the exact date.) Edit: the ultrasound due date is September 27th. My ticker is based on a Sept 30th due date, since it's the middle compromise between "their" due date and "my" due date.
None of us has anything very concrete to go by, so it's pretty amazing that we all agree within a week. Even a "sure" due date technically has a 6-week full-term span (37-43 weeks, though most insurance companies don't allow medical practices to allow a mother beyond 42 weeks; strict policies limit mothers to 41 weeks).
So, based on past experience, the baby will be born absolutely no sooner than [September 30th] (3 days after the earliest due date) and possibly not before October 19th.
That's my best guess.
My best-guess estimated due date was October 3rd.
The doctor's best-guess estimated due date was October 5th.
The ultrasound results best-guess estimated due date is September 28th. (I think. Can't quite remember the exact date.) Edit: the ultrasound due date is September 27th. My ticker is based on a Sept 30th due date, since it's the middle compromise between "their" due date and "my" due date.
None of us has anything very concrete to go by, so it's pretty amazing that we all agree within a week. Even a "sure" due date technically has a 6-week full-term span (37-43 weeks, though most insurance companies don't allow medical practices to allow a mother beyond 42 weeks; strict policies limit mothers to 41 weeks).
So, based on past experience, the baby will be born absolutely no sooner than [September 30th] (3 days after the earliest due date) and possibly not before October 19th.
That's my best guess.
Our newest baby gave us quite the scare last night.
From bleeding to fretting to praying to the doctor's office, I must say I felt more peace about whatever news I might confront than I'd thought I would. Sometimes the joy of salvation is almost tangible-- and this was one of those times.
Oh!-- the relief upon hearing the baby's heartbeat, though!
The placenta problems were insignificant, as well, and it should heal itself.
*deep sigh*
From bleeding to fretting to praying to the doctor's office, I must say I felt more peace about whatever news I might confront than I'd thought I would. Sometimes the joy of salvation is almost tangible-- and this was one of those times.
Oh!-- the relief upon hearing the baby's heartbeat, though!
The placenta problems were insignificant, as well, and it should heal itself.
*deep sigh*
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow. (James 1:17)
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
First Picture
Head on left (if you're familiar with ultrasounds, you'll probably be able to see the face profile), the left hand lifted behind the face, body extending to the right (legs are not visible).
Head on left (if you're familiar with ultrasounds, you'll probably be able to see the face profile), the left hand lifted behind the face, body extending to the right (legs are not visible).
This picture was taken a little over 2 hours ago. Our newest little guy (I use the term "guy" loosely, though I do think the baby is a boy) is healthy and, as described by the ultrasound technician, "a jumper." She had a hard time getting full-body measurements because the baby never paused from quick, whole-body movements. If this is any prediction of future behavior, s/he should fit into our family just fine.
It is ever relieving to see the little heart fluttering-- a nice 158 beats/minute. This being my earliest ultrasound, I wasn't sure what to expect besides a heart beat. I shouldn't have been surprised by the significant activity of the baby, nor by how perfectly formed and shaped s/he is; after all, God is amazing! There aren't words (or pictures) to describe seeing a baby so new with arms waving, legs kicking, and 10 tiny toes wiggling.
(I was also struck again with deep anguish as I thought about the many babies as beautiful as the one being molded within me that are killed everyday. The enemy truly is the father of lies.)
As far as due dates, the ultrasound technician wasn't ready to commit to much (do they ever?), though she did say she feels "very certain the baby is at least a good 11 weeks along," insinuating that my estimated due date is wrong. I tried not to snort in front of her, but-- c'mon!-- what is the big difference between 10.5 and 11 weeks?!?! I think she might be splitting hairs a bit, and I have a feeling my doctor will concur. (It's after the doctor sees the ultrasound results that any formal adjustments are made.)
Most of all, I'm glad to know the baby is healthy and thriving and growing. I have not had much confidence up until now since this first trimester has been so very different than the others for me. Today, I am feeling very reassured and blessed!
It is ever relieving to see the little heart fluttering-- a nice 158 beats/minute. This being my earliest ultrasound, I wasn't sure what to expect besides a heart beat. I shouldn't have been surprised by the significant activity of the baby, nor by how perfectly formed and shaped s/he is; after all, God is amazing! There aren't words (or pictures) to describe seeing a baby so new with arms waving, legs kicking, and 10 tiny toes wiggling.
(I was also struck again with deep anguish as I thought about the many babies as beautiful as the one being molded within me that are killed everyday. The enemy truly is the father of lies.)
As far as due dates, the ultrasound technician wasn't ready to commit to much (do they ever?), though she did say she feels "very certain the baby is at least a good 11 weeks along," insinuating that my estimated due date is wrong. I tried not to snort in front of her, but-- c'mon!-- what is the big difference between 10.5 and 11 weeks?!?! I think she might be splitting hairs a bit, and I have a feeling my doctor will concur. (It's after the doctor sees the ultrasound results that any formal adjustments are made.)
Most of all, I'm glad to know the baby is healthy and thriving and growing. I have not had much confidence up until now since this first trimester has been so very different than the others for me. Today, I am feeling very reassured and blessed!
Monday, March 12, 2007
I have craved apples with peanut butter so intensely this pregnancy. Even when I couldn't keep much food down, I very happily crunched on my apples-- and they settled much more nicely when some peanut butter had been smeared on them.
Alas, only a few short days into the onset of this craving, the only kind of peanut butter I eat (I'm really not a peanut butter fan, to be honest) ran into some big problems.
Combine peanut butter I don't like (sorry all you Jiff fans) with apples that aren't quite as crisp as the autumn Cortlands I dream of, and you've got one sorely disappointed pregnant lady.
But I'll get over it.
It just means I'll eat more ice cream.
Alas, only a few short days into the onset of this craving, the only kind of peanut butter I eat (I'm really not a peanut butter fan, to be honest) ran into some big problems.
Combine peanut butter I don't like (sorry all you Jiff fans) with apples that aren't quite as crisp as the autumn Cortlands I dream of, and you've got one sorely disappointed pregnant lady.
But I'll get over it.
It just means I'll eat more ice cream.
Friday, March 9, 2007
With just a teeny bit of prompting from my 2-year-old girl, I don a skirt and my tall brown boots instead of reaching for the warmer pants nearby.
Since she's watching with great intent, I figure I'll throw on a couple necklaces to brighten the plain long sleeved T-shirt on top; she'll like that.
The make-up of earlier hours is looking... well... tired. Somehow my touch-up doesn't do quite what I thought it might, but big blue eyes brighten with interest when I apply some lip gloss (a rare occasion): "Mama, you look pretty!"
She might not join Daniel and I at the restaurant tonight, or even understand why I get excited at the thought of a whole meal without cleaning spilled milk or spending more time cutting others' food than eating my own, but she enjoys the anticipation all the same.
(She's like that, you know.)
And so I do a little bit extra, just to tell her I'm happy.
Because I love to hear her say, her eyes and smile full of delight, "You're happy, Mama, aren't you?"
Since she's watching with great intent, I figure I'll throw on a couple necklaces to brighten the plain long sleeved T-shirt on top; she'll like that.
The make-up of earlier hours is looking... well... tired. Somehow my touch-up doesn't do quite what I thought it might, but big blue eyes brighten with interest when I apply some lip gloss (a rare occasion): "Mama, you look pretty!"
She might not join Daniel and I at the restaurant tonight, or even understand why I get excited at the thought of a whole meal without cleaning spilled milk or spending more time cutting others' food than eating my own, but she enjoys the anticipation all the same.
(She's like that, you know.)
And so I do a little bit extra, just to tell her I'm happy.
Because I love to hear her say, her eyes and smile full of delight, "You're happy, Mama, aren't you?"
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
I still do the major grocery-shopping trip: the dreaded one to Massena. I make my stop here and get every boxed and canned good we should need for the next 4+ weeks. I go here for a month's worth of diapers, wipes, sippy cups, cleaning supplies, razor blades, paper towels and... well... you get the idea. And, as much as I'm (and others who throw bridal/baby showers and give birth to babies are) able to plan ahead, I try to stock my gift-stash. This may be the hardest part of the shopping trip since we have here and here and here to choose from. (Don't get me wrong: I like TJ's. Sometimes it just doesn't have what I'm looking for.)
But for the weekly stops for milk, cheese, and juice, Daniel has become the go-to guy. This is for a couple reasons, chiefest being that he is in Potsdam and/or Canton just about everyday of the week. For him to drive the 10+ miles home and then me to get in the vehicle and drive the 10+ miles back (you may remember that I no longer grocery shop with all the children by myself) just doesn't make sense-- especially when my weekly lists really are about as simple as the produce and dairy aisles.
He does a great job. Between me writing out my list in the order he will reach the foods, keeping the list to a maximum of 20 items, and him calling on the cell phone when there is confusion or the item isn't in stock, as is typical in this back- corner- of- the- world place, he has yet to get anything too terribly wrong.
The only problem is that the grocery store very strategically places their ice cream sales so that as you are walking back across the store toward the cash registers, you see what is on sale. I usually don't even look, since I am well-aware of my own weakness. But Daniel? Well, Daniel thinks it is borderline wrong to by-pass an ice cream sale. Especially if the ice cream on sale is this kind and they still have his favorite on the shelf.
Of course, this wouldn't really be a problem (I suppose I could complain about the $3/week as being tough on the budget, but c'mon, I think I can spare the man his $3 ice cream) except that, naturally, I eat it, too.
I could tell Daniel to stop buying ice cream since I'd rather pretend that his shopping methods are the problem. But that would be ignoring the fundamental issue of self-control. And I just don't think I'm willing to berate my husband for my own personal shortcomings.
It sure is hard to ignore the freezer, though.
...It sure is.
But for the weekly stops for milk, cheese, and juice, Daniel has become the go-to guy. This is for a couple reasons, chiefest being that he is in Potsdam and/or Canton just about everyday of the week. For him to drive the 10+ miles home and then me to get in the vehicle and drive the 10+ miles back (you may remember that I no longer grocery shop with all the children by myself) just doesn't make sense-- especially when my weekly lists really are about as simple as the produce and dairy aisles.
He does a great job. Between me writing out my list in the order he will reach the foods, keeping the list to a maximum of 20 items, and him calling on the cell phone when there is confusion or the item isn't in stock, as is typical in this back- corner- of- the- world place, he has yet to get anything too terribly wrong.
The only problem is that the grocery store very strategically places their ice cream sales so that as you are walking back across the store toward the cash registers, you see what is on sale. I usually don't even look, since I am well-aware of my own weakness. But Daniel? Well, Daniel thinks it is borderline wrong to by-pass an ice cream sale. Especially if the ice cream on sale is this kind and they still have his favorite on the shelf.
Of course, this wouldn't really be a problem (I suppose I could complain about the $3/week as being tough on the budget, but c'mon, I think I can spare the man his $3 ice cream) except that, naturally, I eat it, too.
I could tell Daniel to stop buying ice cream since I'd rather pretend that his shopping methods are the problem. But that would be ignoring the fundamental issue of self-control. And I just don't think I'm willing to berate my husband for my own personal shortcomings.
It sure is hard to ignore the freezer, though.
...It sure is.
Monday, March 5, 2007
:: the kids
Bronwyn and Jackson are sitting side-by-side in the family room. The classic Charlotte's Web has just begun. A chubby sister arm reaches out to snuggle her little brother close. He'll sit and watch for a few minutes-- maybe even lean his head on her shoulder for a moment or two-- before climbing down to explore until bedtime. Exploring looks a lot like wandering about in a stupor when you're a 1-year-old, tired from a long day of following older siblings around and still rather unstable in your walking.
Gabriel is sleeping over at Uncle Merrick's house. I haven't a doubt about whether or not he's enjoying himself. (Upon waking up on his birthday, he declared that the only thing he really wanted was to play with Uncle Merrick by himself "for a long time.")
:: me
This afternoon was my first prenatal visit. I'd forgotten how long that first appointment takes.
The doctor thinks my personally estimated due date is probably pretty accurate, so now there are two of us expecting the ultrasound next week to simply confirm early October. I'm glad, since we don't have any October birthdays in our family. And, based on my past record of going late (even if only a couple days), I think Daniel and I will even be able to get in an anniversary dinner or something before baby #4 makes his/her appearance. Not that I mind the possibility of having a newborn along-- I'd just rather be doing something more fun than actually laboring/delivering to celebrate 6 years.
:: my husband
Daniel is exhausted from a busy and wonderful weekend. He plans on cutting short his time at the ESL class tonight. The class runs from 6:30-10pm, but he's hoping to be heading home around 8pm or so. I think our guest ministry must have really worn him out!
:: our home
My refrigerator is packed with leftovers from all sorts of meals-- some made by me, more made by others. I love this moment in the cycle of food, since it means lots of leftovers and little cooking this week. (I really do like cooking, just not during my first trimester of pregnancy.) I'm not sure my family appreciates a week like this quite as much as I do, of course-- but then again, when the alternative is PB&J with PB they don't even really like (due to Peter Pan's problems of late), they probably don't mind too much.
I caught up on the laundry on Saturday. It felt so good to have everything clean, folded, and put away. Two days later, I could already wash a load or two (it would be more if it wasn't for my wonderfully-huge front loader) if I had the motivation. But I don't. So the laundry will wait until tomorrow.
There are 2 decorative wall shelves still waiting to be hung in the family room. I bought them well over 2 months ago. Unfortunately, Daniel's drill broke a while back and hasn't yet been replaced. Eventually... eventually.
The number of ladybugs in our house considering the single-digit weather we've been mostly experiencing (how do they even exist this time of year?!) is astounding and annoying to me. They particularly like the children's bedroom and the kitchen, which-- if I had to choose-- would be the rooms I would least like ladybugs crawling around in. At least they're good motivation to vacuum often.
:: a recent reminder
Experience ought never define my theology. That's what the Bible is for.
Standing solely on the Word is how faith exists and grows.
I want greater faith-- for myself, for my family, for the Church, for the lost.
Bronwyn and Jackson are sitting side-by-side in the family room. The classic Charlotte's Web has just begun. A chubby sister arm reaches out to snuggle her little brother close. He'll sit and watch for a few minutes-- maybe even lean his head on her shoulder for a moment or two-- before climbing down to explore until bedtime. Exploring looks a lot like wandering about in a stupor when you're a 1-year-old, tired from a long day of following older siblings around and still rather unstable in your walking.
Gabriel is sleeping over at Uncle Merrick's house. I haven't a doubt about whether or not he's enjoying himself. (Upon waking up on his birthday, he declared that the only thing he really wanted was to play with Uncle Merrick by himself "for a long time.")
:: me
This afternoon was my first prenatal visit. I'd forgotten how long that first appointment takes.
The doctor thinks my personally estimated due date is probably pretty accurate, so now there are two of us expecting the ultrasound next week to simply confirm early October. I'm glad, since we don't have any October birthdays in our family. And, based on my past record of going late (even if only a couple days), I think Daniel and I will even be able to get in an anniversary dinner or something before baby #4 makes his/her appearance. Not that I mind the possibility of having a newborn along-- I'd just rather be doing something more fun than actually laboring/delivering to celebrate 6 years.
:: my husband
Daniel is exhausted from a busy and wonderful weekend. He plans on cutting short his time at the ESL class tonight. The class runs from 6:30-10pm, but he's hoping to be heading home around 8pm or so. I think our guest ministry must have really worn him out!
:: our home
My refrigerator is packed with leftovers from all sorts of meals-- some made by me, more made by others. I love this moment in the cycle of food, since it means lots of leftovers and little cooking this week. (I really do like cooking, just not during my first trimester of pregnancy.) I'm not sure my family appreciates a week like this quite as much as I do, of course-- but then again, when the alternative is PB&J with PB they don't even really like (due to Peter Pan's problems of late), they probably don't mind too much.
I caught up on the laundry on Saturday. It felt so good to have everything clean, folded, and put away. Two days later, I could already wash a load or two (it would be more if it wasn't for my wonderfully-huge front loader) if I had the motivation. But I don't. So the laundry will wait until tomorrow.
There are 2 decorative wall shelves still waiting to be hung in the family room. I bought them well over 2 months ago. Unfortunately, Daniel's drill broke a while back and hasn't yet been replaced. Eventually... eventually.
The number of ladybugs in our house considering the single-digit weather we've been mostly experiencing (how do they even exist this time of year?!) is astounding and annoying to me. They particularly like the children's bedroom and the kitchen, which-- if I had to choose-- would be the rooms I would least like ladybugs crawling around in. At least they're good motivation to vacuum often.
:: a recent reminder
Experience ought never define my theology. That's what the Bible is for.
Standing solely on the Word is how faith exists and grows.
I want greater faith-- for myself, for my family, for the Church, for the lost.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow!
I have been loving the snow.
Of course, if it was all melting and birds were chirping, I'd love that, too.
I'm realizing I just really like weather. It would be very hard for me to live somewhere that didn't have four full-blown seasons.
(Confession: my least favorite time of year is July/August, which is most everybody else's favorite time of year. I hate laying in bed at night with sweat dripping down my back. Ugh. To me, that is the worst! At least in the winter I just pile more blankets on and can get comfortable. In the heat of the summer, there's simply no relief.)
Maybe I'm really enjoying the snow because one of my meditations this week has been Isaiah 1:18, ...Though your sins are as scarlet, They will be as white as snow...
24 hours ago a glance out the window did little for the eye. Brown mucky grime seemed to cover the world. But today, it's all white again. Clean. Fresh. New.
It doesn't seem to matter that I've grown up hearing about forgiveness of sin my whole life. It doesn't seem to matter that I've been saved 16 years. I forget. Oh, sure, I know that I'm saved. But if you heard the inner conversation I'm having at times, you'd wonder if I really know.
I forget that the work Christ did was complete. It wasn't just enough for the day I first cried out to Him. His work covers me yesterday, today, and tomorrow. His work fully restores me.
This week I have been reminding myself.
And the snow has been reminding me, too. Each fluffy snowflake seems to say, ...They will be as white as snow...
White. as. snow.
Of course, if it was all melting and birds were chirping, I'd love that, too.
I'm realizing I just really like weather. It would be very hard for me to live somewhere that didn't have four full-blown seasons.
(Confession: my least favorite time of year is July/August, which is most everybody else's favorite time of year. I hate laying in bed at night with sweat dripping down my back. Ugh. To me, that is the worst! At least in the winter I just pile more blankets on and can get comfortable. In the heat of the summer, there's simply no relief.)
Maybe I'm really enjoying the snow because one of my meditations this week has been Isaiah 1:18, ...Though your sins are as scarlet, They will be as white as snow...
24 hours ago a glance out the window did little for the eye. Brown mucky grime seemed to cover the world. But today, it's all white again. Clean. Fresh. New.
It doesn't seem to matter that I've grown up hearing about forgiveness of sin my whole life. It doesn't seem to matter that I've been saved 16 years. I forget. Oh, sure, I know that I'm saved. But if you heard the inner conversation I'm having at times, you'd wonder if I really know.
I forget that the work Christ did was complete. It wasn't just enough for the day I first cried out to Him. His work covers me yesterday, today, and tomorrow. His work fully restores me.
This week I have been reminding myself.
And the snow has been reminding me, too. Each fluffy snowflake seems to say, ...They will be as white as snow...
White. as. snow.
If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
1 John 1:9 (emphasis mine)
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
1 John 1:9 (emphasis mine)
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Promised Pictures
Playing StarWars before the party
As requested, a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting
Opening a book (original illustrations, borrowed story) from Uncle Merrick
Even difficult ribbons can't stop this kid...
Opening the snare drum from Nana & Papa
(his first tom is on the left with sticks on top, tom courtesy Aunt Beanz and sticks courtesy friend Renee)
Opening the floor tom from Great-Grandma & Grandpap P.
His first "throne," from Uncle Ry & Aunt Danica
Thanks to Uncle Ryan, Aunt Abby, Uncle Larry & Aunt Em, he has a cymbal!
Uncle Jamie and Josh (friend of the family) gave him his high-hat
He couldn't wait to get it all set up before trying some pieces out
The kick drum!
Our little drummer boy!
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