Mollyisms

Daddy's late this morning, Molly.  His truck slid into a snow bank, but it's okay.  He's okay. "Oh, no mummy!  That's not good!"

With a sweet grin, walks up to me (as I'm sitting on the floor), grabs my cheeks, and says "scrubby, scrubby, scrubby!"  (I have no idea, I'm imagining she means to say "chubby", but where did she learn this?!)

After playing with her dolls, stands up and strongly says "mummy, I'm soo hungry!" (it's 30 minutes after dinner).

The stand mixer starts, I hear the pitter-patter of little feet coming up behind me.  She grabs a chair, pushes it next to me and says "I can help!"  Then yells, quite loud actually, "Daddy, I helpin' mummy!"

Molly! How was your day at Diane's?  "It was good.  I pushed Brianna."

"Mummy, you read my baby book?!"  (It's the day she was born, in a photo book) "Aww, that baby's so cute!"

Quinton, Noah and Molly are playing.  Quinton takes a toy from Noah.  Noah begins to cry and shout "uh uh!"  Molly, in a voice so stern, I never knew:  "Quiwntin, give. that. back!"

I give her a hug before I leave for work.  "I luv you sooo much, mummy, luv you soo much!"




 

Sharing all my Molly moments in this space, so I might not forget a single one ;)

xx,
Lisa

Outtakes

Because I don't have much do document about the weekend (we spent a lot of time at my sister's house, thankful to share laughs and play with her sweet boys after their discharge from the Children's hospital last week), I thought I'd share a very typical process in my life.   The attempt at a "good" photo. 
And my atypical conclusion- it doesn't have to be perfect!  In fact, I take so many pictures of my Molly, she rarely smiles at the camera.  But I'm okay with that.  I think these photos are a better reminder of how these children interact, at this very age.  Molly is turning into a little Mommy- as you can see, constantly checking up on her little buddy, Noah.  And Quinton- always eager to please, and so good at following the rules!  Our Noah, well, we're starting to see quite the stubborn side- I honestly don't think I could love him more!

These photos are in the matter of 10 seconds, I'd say.  All the while, Quinton says "cheese"! :)

Here's to a great week!

Weekend with Family

I'm just catching up.  This weekend was wonderful, then a whirlwind. 

My sister's children are so close to my heart, it's a love I never could have imagined, but one I thank God for every day.  Watching my sisters grow, deliver, and raise a baby brings so much joy, and when they're in a rough patch, so am I. 

My oldest sister has two boys, Quinton and Noah.  Quinton was scheduled for a routine surgery yesterday at the Children's Hospital about two hours away, the same hospital in which Noah was taken to three days before, then again and admitted just a day prior.  Noah (the sweet littlest cheeser- and yes, that's his "cheese!" face) is being evaluated for a seizure disorder. 

The night of his first seizure, I lay awake reliving it.  Over and over.  His actions, the look on his face, the reaction of his Mommy.  Tears flowed as I felt so concern, so many questions.  So the day we knee he'd have a sedated MRI and EEG, just an hour after his brother had his surgery, I knew there was one place I was supposed to be.  There- with my sister.  Even if I could only sit beside her in the waiting room.  Or "shhh" a crying, angry, afraid baby while swaddled to the table.  So I left my family for the day, and even though I always miss them when I'm away, I knew I was in the right place.  I just can't explain the love I have for these boys, and the empathy for my sister. 

So while we await results.  While we squeeze and kiss a healing child. While we look with sympathetic eyes on those we love so much.  We know we're in the hands of a God that loves us even more.  And in that, I can find some peace.

xx,

Lisa