The addition of the 3rd girl has made things busier....and me....sleepier. I'm not even complaining, I need no sympathy. It's not the kind of tired where I can't drive....just the kind of tired where I am walking up to the car...holding one girls hand, car seat slung over the other arm and I can't remember which car door to open, to help everyone into the right car seat.
Vivian only gets up once a night...Now that I am back to the gym full time, toting three girls with interrupted sleep makes for one tired Mommy.
The girls decided, (just about the very second that Vivian was born) that they were done taking naps. So they go to bed anytime between 5:45 - 6:30pm (tonight it was 5:20, is that nuts?) and wake up around 5:45 or 6:00 AM. In the morning, they stand by my bed rip-roaring-ready to tackle the day in a loud, excited way. When my feet hit the floor, it's on like Donkey Kong. But His word promises the weary find rest.
'Come to me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.' Matthew 11:28
(If I am repeating myself in the post, sorry. These are just my thoughts. I am tooo sleepy to remember what I have written recently.)
Thankfully, I have a big, little-girl who is ready for every challenge and she really wants to help. I rarely, if EVER, make dinner alone anymore. If Carlisle is within a 1000 yard radius, she wants to help. And, she loves her baby.
Baby loves everyone in the family.
But, her favorite people in our family? Carlisle and Daddy
She laughs and does big gummy smiles at her big sister, she just absolutely adores Carlisle. And the feeling is mutual.
The one that makes her knit her little eyebrows, look surprised and blink? Evelyn
And of course, she thinks I am the milk truck.
(The one above and below.)
So, in the midst of my sleepiness, it's hard to figure out times to be with God. I fall asleep reading the bible at night. That's not my best that I want to give to the Lord. So I am asking Him to reveal to me where I can give him my time.
That very morning, I got a clear message.
In the car, waiting to pick up the girls.
At night when I am feeding the baby.
All the time.
Of course, I knew that.
But I needed to hear it from Him.
And, I did. I adore Evelyn's little face in the picture above, just trying to squeak in...
I was a dancer when I was growing up. And I wore legwarmers, long ones, short ones, purple ones, pink ones.
Carlisle has been taking dance for almost 2 years now. For 2 years I have asked her every time she got dressed for dance, 'Do you want to wear your legwarmers this time?'
She wasn't interested.
But then her little baby came along. And busted out her tiny legwarmers...
Guess who decided she was interested in wearing her purple legwarmers to dance this week...
Brian and I care for each other in a way that allows for wiggle room. I get to wiggle off to the gym and teach aerobics and have been doing in 4-6 times a week for 8 or 9 years.
Evelyn keeps saying over and over, 'That girl hit me'.
'I don't know Mom. She just hit her. She's really not nice.' We were actually quite the spectacle because Evelyn was crying in such a heartbroken way.
I look around the restaurant and my eyes meet the eyes of an older woman. She approaches and asks specifically if a little girl had hit Evelyn.
I say, 'yes'.
She then replies, 'I'm going to beat her', referring to her Granddaughter, the culprit. By that time, the Granddaughter sulks up and is pulled over to the table to have an unpleasant conversation with the grandfather and grandmother.
And I say, 'I know Baby, I am so sorry.'
So, we are driving to the Chick Fil A and it is a little bit like dread for both girls. They fear seeing the bully girl. We talk about it and I assure them that the bully girl won't be there. I promise yummy food, ice cream and fun.
15 minutes into the fun...IT. HAPPENS. AGAIN.
Evelyn, at the bottom of the slide, WAILING. And then the two of them busting through the door...I hear her voice and Carlisle's voice jumbled together saying, 'That girl! She hit me AGAIN.'
I look carefully across the faces of the children in the area...THERE SHE IS. How could I have not noticed her. How did I miss her? I am dumbfounded. Hurt. Sad for my baby girl.
'Be kind and compassionate to one another,
forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave YOU.'
And this video blessed me. Taken the very day that the bully struck for the second time. We weren't talking about the girl. I was just videoing them. But over and over she says, 'God forgave you. God forgave YOU.'
As adults we don't hit on slides anymore.
But we sure do things that are unpleasing to the Lord.
And, we are forgiven.
It's just what we need to hear.
Evelyn: 'God forgave you.....God forgave you too....God forgave you too.....'
Vivian (in the background explaining that she's hungry) 'waaaaaaaaa!'
Carlisle (the videographer's assistant): 'Am I still like a statue?'