Friday, May 17, 2013
Squooshi Reusable Food Pouches
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Little Hands, Little Man by Victoria Brake
Little Hands, Little Man
by Victoria Brake
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb, and tears to wipe.
Little feet that grow so fast.
Teeth to brush and bedtime baths.
Little cups that must be filled.
Teething rings that must be chilled.
Clothes that come in green and blue.
Doing things boys love to do.
Time is fleeting, oh so fast.
What was just here, is now the past.
Little hands that needed me.
Now need me less, I start to see.
He ties his shoes and combs his hair.
Picks out his clothes, knows what to wear.
We hunt for bugs and play with cars.
Draw pictures of the moon and stars.
We're at the park, we play pretend.
He tells me I'm his favorite friend.
Who, what, when, where, why and how?
He needs to know these things right now.
So full of life, so full of love.
This gift sent from the Lord above.
He's older now, my little man.
No need for him to hold my hand.
Fishing, camping, baseball games.
Collecting worms after it rains.
Each night I ask the Lord above,
to help me teach him how to love.
There's so much that he needs to know,
and I'm still learning as I go.
Please, Lord... PLEASE help me get this right.
I beg, as I lose sleep at night.
Precious soul, undefiled.
Lord, guide me as I raise this child.
What just happened? Can it be?
My little boy is now a teen.
I stock the fridge to keep him fed.
Make sure he still fits in his bed.
Try not to let my worry show.
This happened fast, where did time go?
Help me to listen patiently.
As I instruct him, Lord guide me.
May my words be gentle and kind.
Loving, sincere, pure and wise.
His time at home, will soon be gone.
It sure did fly, but it was fun.
His bags are packed and by the door.
He's off to face a whole new world.
It seems like only yesterday,
as I would rock him… he would say.
Just one more story, pretty please?
Please would you read one more to me?
Then I would tuck him in his bed,
and kiss him on his precious head.
No more karate, no more ball.
No more measurements on the wall.
Today he'll leave this cozy nest,
and spread his wings, and give his best.
Five years later, this handsome man,
will take a wife and give his hand.
A beautiful bride, for my son.
I've prayed for her since he was one.
Thank you Lord, for hearing me.
For growing now, our family tree.
Two young lives will now be one.
A new love story has begun.
Two years later, waiting room.
A child will be here very soon.
Tiny bundle, wrapped in blue.
My boy, he knows just what to do.
He holds his son so tenderly.
An instant bond that I can see.
I run my hand through baby's hair.
The tears they fall, without a care.
His child held gently on his chest.
The years ahead will be his best.
It's true, he may not know it yet.
But he will soon, that I can bet.
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb and tears to wipe.
by Victoria Brake
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb, and tears to wipe.
Little feet that grow so fast.
Teeth to brush and bedtime baths.
Little cups that must be filled.
Teething rings that must be chilled.
Clothes that come in green and blue.
Doing things boys love to do.
Time is fleeting, oh so fast.
What was just here, is now the past.
Little hands that needed me.
Now need me less, I start to see.
He ties his shoes and combs his hair.
Picks out his clothes, knows what to wear.
We hunt for bugs and play with cars.
Draw pictures of the moon and stars.
We're at the park, we play pretend.
He tells me I'm his favorite friend.
Who, what, when, where, why and how?
He needs to know these things right now.
So full of life, so full of love.
This gift sent from the Lord above.
He's older now, my little man.
No need for him to hold my hand.
Fishing, camping, baseball games.
Collecting worms after it rains.
Each night I ask the Lord above,
to help me teach him how to love.
There's so much that he needs to know,
and I'm still learning as I go.
Please, Lord... PLEASE help me get this right.
I beg, as I lose sleep at night.
Precious soul, undefiled.
Lord, guide me as I raise this child.
What just happened? Can it be?
My little boy is now a teen.
I stock the fridge to keep him fed.
Make sure he still fits in his bed.
Try not to let my worry show.
This happened fast, where did time go?
Help me to listen patiently.
As I instruct him, Lord guide me.
May my words be gentle and kind.
Loving, sincere, pure and wise.
His time at home, will soon be gone.
It sure did fly, but it was fun.
His bags are packed and by the door.
He's off to face a whole new world.
It seems like only yesterday,
as I would rock him… he would say.
Just one more story, pretty please?
Please would you read one more to me?
Then I would tuck him in his bed,
and kiss him on his precious head.
No more karate, no more ball.
No more measurements on the wall.
Today he'll leave this cozy nest,
and spread his wings, and give his best.
Five years later, this handsome man,
will take a wife and give his hand.
A beautiful bride, for my son.
I've prayed for her since he was one.
Thank you Lord, for hearing me.
For growing now, our family tree.
Two young lives will now be one.
A new love story has begun.
Two years later, waiting room.
A child will be here very soon.
Tiny bundle, wrapped in blue.
My boy, he knows just what to do.
He holds his son so tenderly.
An instant bond that I can see.
I run my hand through baby's hair.
The tears they fall, without a care.
His child held gently on his chest.
The years ahead will be his best.
It's true, he may not know it yet.
But he will soon, that I can bet.
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb and tears to wipe.
Little Hands (Girl Version)
Little Hands
by Victoria Brake
by Victoria Brake
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb, and tears to wipe.
Little feet that grow so fast.
Little feet that grow so fast.
Teeth to brush and bedtime baths.
Little cups that must be filled.
Little cups that must be filled.
Teething rings that must be chilled.
Little dresses, spin and twirl.
Little hair bows, little curls.
Time is fleeting, oh so fast.
What was just here, is now the past.
Little hands that needed me.
Now need me less, I start to see.
She ties her shoes and combs her hair.
Picks out her clothes, knows what to wear.
She grabs her doll, heads to the door.
I smile, she's still a little girl.
We're at the park, we play pretend.
She tells me I'm her favorite friend.
Who, what, when, where, why and how?
She needs to know these things right now.
So full of life, so full of love.
This gift sent from the Lord above.
She's older now, my little girl.
She's learning more about the world.
Each night I ask the Lord above,
Little dresses, spin and twirl.
Little hair bows, little curls.
Time is fleeting, oh so fast.
What was just here, is now the past.
Little hands that needed me.
Now need me less, I start to see.
She ties her shoes and combs her hair.
Picks out her clothes, knows what to wear.
She grabs her doll, heads to the door.
I smile, she's still a little girl.
We're at the park, we play pretend.
She tells me I'm her favorite friend.
Who, what, when, where, why and how?
She needs to know these things right now.
So full of life, so full of love.
This gift sent from the Lord above.
She's older now, my little girl.
She's learning more about the world.
Each night I ask the Lord above,
to help me teach her how to love.
There's so much that she needs to know,
and I'm still learning as I go.
Please, Lord... PLEASE help me get this right.
I beg, as I lose sleep at night.
Precious soul, undefiled.
Lord, guide me as I raise this child.
What just happened? Can it be?
My little girl is now a teen.
No more dolls, and no more bows.
That happened fast, where did time go?
Help me to listen patiently,
as I instruct her, Lord guide me.
May my words be gentle and kind.
There's so much that she needs to know,
and I'm still learning as I go.
Please, Lord... PLEASE help me get this right.
I beg, as I lose sleep at night.
Precious soul, undefiled.
Lord, guide me as I raise this child.
What just happened? Can it be?
My little girl is now a teen.
No more dolls, and no more bows.
That happened fast, where did time go?
Help me to listen patiently,
as I instruct her, Lord guide me.
May my words be gentle and kind.
Loving, sincere, pure and wise.
Her time at home, will soon be gone.
It sure did fly, but it was fun.
Her bags are packed and by the door.
She's off to face a whole new world.
It seems like only yesterday,
as I would rock her… she would say.
Just one more story, pretty please?
Please would you read one more to me?
Then I would tuck her in her bed,
and kiss her on her precious head.
No more ballet, no more tee ball.
No more measurements on the wall.
Today she'll leave this cozy nest,
and spread her wings, and give her best.
Five years later, long white dress.
My heart is full, I am so blessed.
My little girl, a woman now.
So full of grace, I am so proud.
A handsome man, I'll call my son.
I've prayed for him, since she was one.
Thank you Lord, for hearing me.
For strengthening our family tree.
Two young lives will now be one.
A new love story has begun.
Two years later, by her bed.
The doctor says, he sees a head.
A baby girl, wrapped up in pink.
My daughter reaches her to me.
I close my eyes, and smell her hair.
The tears they fall, without a care.
I lay her on my daughter's chest,
the years ahead will be her best.
Her time at home, will soon be gone.
It sure did fly, but it was fun.
Her bags are packed and by the door.
She's off to face a whole new world.
It seems like only yesterday,
as I would rock her… she would say.
Just one more story, pretty please?
Please would you read one more to me?
Then I would tuck her in her bed,
and kiss her on her precious head.
No more ballet, no more tee ball.
No more measurements on the wall.
Today she'll leave this cozy nest,
and spread her wings, and give her best.
Five years later, long white dress.
My heart is full, I am so blessed.
My little girl, a woman now.
So full of grace, I am so proud.
A handsome man, I'll call my son.
I've prayed for him, since she was one.
Thank you Lord, for hearing me.
For strengthening our family tree.
Two young lives will now be one.
A new love story has begun.
Two years later, by her bed.
The doctor says, he sees a head.
A baby girl, wrapped up in pink.
My daughter reaches her to me.
I close my eyes, and smell her hair.
The tears they fall, without a care.
I lay her on my daughter's chest,
the years ahead will be her best.
It's true, she may not know it yet.
But she will soon, that I can bet.
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb and tears to wipe.
Hair to comb and tears to wipe.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Ava's Big Girl Bed
Up until Ava's brother was born I had no desire to make the transition from crib to toddler bed; she hadn't been climbing out nor is she too big for a crib and if it ain't broken why fix it? But I did run into a problem; if I was tending to her brother when it was time for her to get out of bed she would have to wait, wait and sometimes wait some more till' I could grab her. So we decided to make the transition. Not only is she now able to get out of bed but now she is a part of her sleeping responsibility; instead of simply being put to bed she can now be actively involved by climbing into bed and getting out. There's often the fear that if a child is placed in a regular bed where they have more freedom then they will get in and out whenever they choose. We also had that fear until a friend told us about this awesome clock by Kid'Sleep.
Because my daughter is girl of system and order like her Mama she needed the stage to be prepped. We introduced this clock about a month before we made the BIG change.We explained to her that whenever the bunny is asleep she too needed to be sleeping or resting. Once the bunny is awake she could call out to us and we would come in to get her up. She got the idea rather quickly and loved being part of her sleeping routine.
So, off came the front slat of her crib and on went a little rail with enough space for her to climb in and out. She's been in it for over a week now. We love watching our sweet girl in the monitor patiently wait for the bunny to wake up so she can too. We have the clock set for the time she typically wakes up from a nap or nighttime sleep and if she sleeps longer the bunny is awake waiting for her. The clock has a feature for a sound alarm but we never set it because we would much rather her sleep longer than be woken up.
The Medstud and I LOVE hearing her bedroom door swing open and seeing her run out of the room.
Because my daughter is girl of system and order like her Mama she needed the stage to be prepped. We introduced this clock about a month before we made the BIG change.We explained to her that whenever the bunny is asleep she too needed to be sleeping or resting. Once the bunny is awake she could call out to us and we would come in to get her up. She got the idea rather quickly and loved being part of her sleeping routine.
So, off came the front slat of her crib and on went a little rail with enough space for her to climb in and out. She's been in it for over a week now. We love watching our sweet girl in the monitor patiently wait for the bunny to wake up so she can too. We have the clock set for the time she typically wakes up from a nap or nighttime sleep and if she sleeps longer the bunny is awake waiting for her. The clock has a feature for a sound alarm but we never set it because we would much rather her sleep longer than be woken up.
The Medstud and I LOVE hearing her bedroom door swing open and seeing her run out of the room.
The clock is simply amazing. But I also do have to give credit to our sweet girl. She is incredibly responsible and obedient. And if she understands whats expected of her and what to expect over-all she typically does a great job listening and following through.
We love her to itsy bitsy pieces. She is truly a JOY!
Monday, April 29, 2013
Delighting in Our Children
“Behold, children are a heritage from the
LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like
arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of
one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his
quiver with them! He shall not be put to
shame when he speaks with his enemies in the
gate.” ~ Psalm 127:3-5
LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like
arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of
one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his
quiver with them! He shall not be put to
shame when he speaks with his enemies in the
gate.” ~ Psalm 127:3-5
Lately, I cannot get over how much JOY our children bring me! Our Son is just darling with his bright smile and wide eyes! Our Daughter, man oh man, she is simply RADIANT! God sure did answer our prayers.
"Children are described in Scripture as blessings, rewards, and gifts
from the Lord. How thankful I am that He chose to bestow His goodness
upon me in the gift of these precious little ones."
from the Lord. How thankful I am that He chose to bestow His goodness
upon me in the gift of these precious little ones."
I am so thankful to God for the gift of children! They are a blessing, NOT a burden. They are our rewards! How amazing is that!?!?
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