Faith, Music, Laughter and Grace: Roots and Heritage (Reed Family Reunion)

Did I mention these blogs I've been posting lately are "catch up" blogs?!  A week or so ago we got back from our trip to Colorado for our family reunion.  The last reunion was back when Claire was about 5 weeks old and they had agreed to do the next one 3 years later.  It was a little hard to believe that the tiny baby I was holding would be a preschooler the next time we all got together but, sure enough, even that next reunion has come and gone.
I had been excited to go on vacation and do something for a long time and the fact that nearly the entirety of my mom's family was going to all be on this vacation was really exciting.  I love this family. Love them.  We are not without drama.  Any of them will tell you that, but we all really do care about one another and when everyone is together, there's no shortage of "faith, music (who else has a family that will spontaneously start singing hymns around the piano?!), laughter (um, yeah) and lots and lots of grace."  The event planners really got it right when they picked that theme.
But first, we had to get there.  Our original plan was to take a long road trip.  We had planned on driving out to Zion, staying at the Zion Lodge with the girls for a night or two and then driving out to Colorado.  I was so excited to share Zion with the girls and be back there at one of my favorite places on earth.  But a few weeks before the reunion, we sat down to plan and the more we planned and priced things out, the more we discovered that the trip would cost more if we drove than if we flew due to all the hotel stays, gas, food and Christian not getting paid for a large chunk of the trip.  So, reluctantly, we looked up some tickets on Frontier Airlines and booked three tickets to Denver (Ashlyn is still free).  Bummed, but it also meant more time in CO with family so it turned out to be an okay trade off.

Mary and Claire looking out our room window

The girls did fine on the airplane.  It was Claire's second flight and Ashlyn's first.  Claire travels like a champ. I wasn't concerned and I had not reason to be.  She read, looked out the window, colored and talked to the poor woman that got put next to her on the flight out.  Ashlyn, however, I wasn't so sure about.  But she surprised me.  Ashlyn did ok looking at books and eventually fell asleep on the way out in my arms.  Luckily, it was only a 2 hour or so flight.  Hats off to those of you who take babies and toddlers on international flights.
Our reunion was at a place called "The Hideaway"  in Monument, CO.  The property is in a really nice, quiet location.  Most of our family made it and we really felt the absence of several of our family members who could not. There were things for the younger kids to do, a playhouse, a playground and lots of space to play and run.
The girls did pretty well with the schedule disruption of vacation and adapted fairly well to the new scenery. The girls really didn't do too back sleeping in the same room with us, although, there were a few naptimes where I watched on the monitor where they were doing significantly more playing than napping.  My favorite morning was waking up to Ashlyn, standing in the Pack N Play The Hideaway provided for us, with her little pj pants half down.  She was jabbering away, looking out the window at the Colorado morning.  While I'd have liked to sleep a little more, I won't forget her wonder anytime soon.
Reunion activities consisted of lots of catching up and talking, games (a Family Feud game for my generation fueled by answers from my parents generation and grandparents' generation, Minute to Win It) and mealtimes.  We became reacquainted with each other and with the history of our family, even history that delved several generation and hundreds of years back, thanks to my cousin and her hard work on our family's history and our ancestry. 

  One thing I appreciate about my mom's family is their concern with and recognition of the fact that leaving legacy is a very important thing.  To bring many of my readers up to speed, the reunion centered around the Reeds, my grandma's family.  My grandma is in the middle of 6 (5 girls and 1 boy. . .the last) and the family that comes to the reunion are the descendants of those 6 siblings.  There was a lot of talk and storytelling during the reunion about Mamaw (my great-grandma) and Papa (my great-grandpa) and the legacy they left.  I remember looking around the room at this fun, wonderful, yet totally imperfect, group and pondering the legacy those two left raising those 6 children.  They told a story about how the youngest, the boy, when he was very young, nearly opened the front door of the house for a church member when Mamaw was bathing in the living room.  Why was Mamaw bathing in the living room?!  That's what you did.  No separate bathroom with a shower or tub and not a whole lot of money to do anything about it.  And yet, these 6 children grew up, married, raised children of their own, who, in turn, grew up raised children and now 4 generations of people sit and talk and laugh and share grace and stories of the legacy of faith, music, laughter and grace this family of 8 left.  I find it crazy what we expect, as a nation and as a generation.  There's such a sense of entitlement.   Parents don't want to raise 1 child, let alone 6 without making sure all of their financial ducks are in a row.  Riches in faith, love and legacy last longer and produce better fruit than anything else. I remember when Mamaw died when I was in high school, one of my mom's cousins, spoke at the funeral and said, "You know, we Reeds aren't perfect, but when we are all together there's a lot of laughter and a lot of love." I've seen this truth with my own eyes, this very summer.
 I'm grateful my girls have this family.  I think I've mentioned this before in my writing but if not, I'm sorry. This family that isn't afraid to have fun, a family that accepts you as family, no matter how you got there, whether by blood, by marriage or by adoption and who accepts the prodigals back with open arms.  It's pretty amazing, really.
After the reunion weekend was over, we spent the next three days at my cousin's.  The kids had a great time together and Christian's most memorable moment was going out shooting with my cousin's husband (although, he really could have used a slather of sunscreen) and the girls went mini golfing for the first time.

 The flight home was a bit of a disaster, but we survived.  When we got to the Denver Airport, we were greeted by a very long check in line.  By the time we got to the front, we were 15 min too late to check in (they cut you off 45 min before your flight. So we got more more meal with my cousin, Laura before we came back to the airport to fly out at 5:00pm (our original flight was at 1pm).  The girls were exhausted, but they did fine.  While it's good to be home, it was very hard to get back to reality.  Missing everyone already.  Hope they plan another one soon.

How Does Your Garden Grow. . .

We've finally been able to get ourselves together in the last several months and get our backyard put in.  A few years ago we got started on it, put in pavers, planted ground cover and planted grass.  Unfortunately, that all went south in a few months after we realized that Bermuda Grass sucks.  We were incredibly unsure about what to plant and how and it just didn't go well.  The grass crept into the pavers and chocked out our ground cover and to make things even rosier our there, a gopher decided our yard would be the perfect solution to his civil engineering problems.  It got so bad out there I was embarrassed to look at it. Christian and I were agreeing on how to deal with it so we just didn't deal with it.  Not terribly healthy, I'm sure, but it's the only way we could "handle" it in our crazy lives.  I shut my sliding door, shut my blinds and tried to forget I even had a backyard.  We became "that yard."  Periodically, I would allow Claire to play in her sandbox on the patio slab but I didn't even want to look at it.
But over the last few months we'd be able to save a little money with Christian's new job and so the topic of the yard was brought up again.  I contacted an old friend from high school youth group (a name given to me by other friends from high school) and he came out, looked at our original plans, had a friend of his out to look at it, gave us an estimate, we discussed it and we agreed.  The set to work on a Monday and were done by Thursday that same week.  No. Lie.  I was in heaven.  It was done.  

Right after planting our garden!

One of my big dreams when we bought our house was to grow my own vegetables and fruit as well as some herbs in my own garden.  As part of our yard plans we had space for me to start planting my own veggies and herbs.  The landscapers already put in a few dwarf fruit trees: lemon, tangelo, orange and grapefruit.  So far, the tangelo and the grapefruit have started to grow fruit.  We still wait for the others to start.  I wasn't too sure what to plant in my own garden.  I knew what I wanted but wasn't sure I could really keep anything alive or if this whole, "Sarah has a garden" thing.  So since it was my first try, I went ahead with plants instead of seeds.  I bought mint, oregano, sage, parsley, cilantro, dill, rosemary, basil and green onion.  I also got a couple Roma tomato plants, zucchini and stawberries.  So far, everything except the cilantro is thriving.  I've learned a lot.  I'm learned that zucchini is a big bully and I have to keep it cut back but I'm happy with the fact that I have enough zucchini in the freezer to keep us supplied with side dishes for a long time.  Our tomato plants are huge.  One plant knocked over it's cage and I had to prop it up by hammering dowels into the ground.  It's so fun to watch the tomato plant burst with green tomatoes and then watch them turn red enough to pick and eat.  I like growing my own food. I like going through a recipe and making sure I have everything on the list before I go to the store and being able to check off herbs and vegetables that I already have in my own yard. I just wish I had room for more!

But things really took off when we were on vacation.  We came back to a thriving garden, ripe tomatoes and a zucchini bigger than any I'd ever seen!  We are having so much fun and feeling so blessed by our yard and our little garden.  

Sunny Celebration

Ashlyn can ride!

Love them.  Lots and lots. 

Claire's very favorite color is yellow.  You ask her what her favorite color is and that's what she'll tell you.  Yellow.  It's sweet, really.  Her name means, "Bright, illustrious" and I guess it fits that she picked the brightest, happiest color on the spectrum to be her favorite.  So when deciding what to theme the girls' birthday party this summer, I knew I had to go with something yellow.  So "You are My Sunshine" it became.  

Claire and her Grandma Christie

Most people who know me know how much I love Pinterest.  I found several cute ideas on Pinterest, of course, but for the most part, I just raided Party City's "yellow" section and made sunshine cupcakes.  We used yellow flowers for decoration (yellow daisies and sunflowers) on the tables.  Usually, we make all the food but my school schedule has been so crazy this year, I found out that Stater Brothers had a GREAT deal on a HUGE sandwich.  We ordered two of them.  Claire is at the age where she has a lot of friends and for the past two years we have invited, mostly, friends of ours with kids who play with her. Luckily, for now, her friends' parents are our friends.  Ashlyn, although, significantly less aware of what was going on, seemed to enjoy herself, for sure, although, her breathing wasn't the best the entire weekend.  On a side note, I'm worried about Ashlyn and her lungs.  Praying all the time that neither of them have my asthma. . .  She picked at her lamb smash cake, the lamb cake her grandma, her momma and her sister all had at their 1st brithdays.  But overall she did well and even met a new friend, Beckett :-)

Claire and her sunshine cupcake

Ashlyn and the smash lamb cake made by GG

We'll probably continue to have their parties together since their birthdays are so close.  We'll probably do it until it matters to one or both of them but not they love each other very much and to them, birthday is "our birthday."  Happy Birthday, my sweet twins-two-years-apart!

After the party.  Princess yellow fairy Claire :-)

Seeds!

Although we haven't been, officially, homeschooling yet (this may start in the next few months), we are constantly trying to teach Claire (and Ashlyn, too) things about her world.  Claire "helps" with dishes, loads the dishwasher, helps me with simple things with dinner prep and "folds" clothes with me.  A friend of mine, years ago, introduced me to the concept of "tomato staking."  Short version, you keep your children close to you most of the time, involving them in everything you are doing and in the process are training them in what you are doing and in right behavior at the same time because they, hopefully, see it in you!  It's not always something I can do, since I work part-time but I do try to involve them in most everything.  I take my girls everywhere (around their nap schedules, usually) and it's great to watch them be a part of our lives rather than a "drain" on it. They are a part of our lives and we love sharing it with them.  
Recently, on a trip to Target, I made a swing through the dollar bin.  I found a couple plastic greenhouse kits.  Our yard is not "plant habitable" (I'm hoping to post another blog post about the yard and my garden I'm planning in the next month) so this little greenhouse had to do.  I bought Cilantro and Basil and had a planting party with Claire and Ashlyn.  Claire loved it and learned a bit, for sure!  How God grows plants and give us food is number one (helpful since both the plants we picked can be eaten.  The discussion question also centered around "What do plants need to grow?!"  Water, sunlight, soil! We said this over and over as we prepped our greenhouse and everytime we go out to check on our soil/seeds to see if  they are moist.  We are also talking a bit about "patience" :-)  Hopefully, my little dollar seeds will spring up.  Otherwise, we'll be trying the lesson again later, with seeds I'll probably pay a little more for. . .
In the meantime, I keep planting seeds of my own with the girls.  Planting memories and ideas and love into the fertile soil of their hearts and praying the good stuff takes root, that our little green tomatoes grow into beautiful vines and that they forgive me for the times I may stumble and plant a weed or two.

Our Holy Week

I wanted to make a bigger deal out of Easter/Holy Week than I did but I was able to get a few things in that I wanted and I think it turned out great.  I have stored up lots of fantastic memories from this past week and I'm hoping Claire is starting to hide a few things in her own heart and that the wonder of Christ's love and who He is and His work for her becomes more and more evident as we continue this journey.
For Palm Sunday, I decided to get a craft together for Claire and her little buddy, Logan for church.  The children in our church are with the parents in worship, for the most part, but in the last year or so, a few volunteers have put together a short Sunday School class for the kids during the sermon.  Thus far, we have put all the kids together, but I thought I might pull the littles out for a Palm Sunday Story and craft.  Pinterest to the rescue. I found a easy, cute craft for the kids using their handprints to make palm branches.  We read the story and practiced saying "Hosanna!" (Which is really cute with 2 year olds) and made our branches.  I know they are "getting" everything but I keep working to build this foundation.  Our house didn't look like a house when it was a concrete slab but without the slab, it's not a house.  So for me, Palm Sunday was about teaching my little one that there's only One fit to worship.

The rest of the week I tried making sure we talked about the crucifixion (age appropriate of course).  We read the story out of her story Bibles a couple times.  She's known, "Jesus died on the cross because He loves us"  For a while.  She associates the cross with Him, for sure.  We were coming up on a Methodist Church which a huge cross on the steeple and she just about went ballistic from the backseat not long ago.  "Look mommy, look!  Cross! Jesus"  Apparently, this is all sinking in, which is good.  So for the resurrection, I thought I might go ahead and do Resurrection rolls with Claire and see how it goes.  I knew teaching the Resurrection to a small person who really doesn't quite understand death was going to be interesting but I decided to do it anyway and reminded myself of the whole "building a foundation" thing.  I've been having her help with cooking dinner, lately, and thought she could also get a cooking lesson out of it as well.    So Saturday night we started after dinner.  These are so, so easy.  I pulled out the marshmallows and melted the butter and put cinnamon and sugar in a second bowl.  Told Claire that we were going to pretend the marshmallow was Jesus.  She seemed okay with this.  So we continued.  "Now when Jesus died on the cross, they took his body and put oil on it, since that's what the custom was in the place He lived. Can you take our pretend Jesus and roll Him in the butter."  "Oh, yes, mommy!"  So she took the marshmallow and rolled it up and got butter all over it.  "Then they took Jesus and put spices on Him so he wouldn't smell in the tomb, can you roll Him in the cinnamon and sugar?" "Okay, mommy" and she rolled the marshmallow in the cinnamon and sugar.  So far, so good, right?!  Then I gave her a triangle from the package of Crescent Rolls. "Okay, this is going to be our tomb.  They put Jesus' body in the tomb and sealed the tomb up tight"  And together we sealed up our marshmallow (I helped with this one since it doesn't work well if the marshmallow isn't completely covered).  We put the rolls in the oven and talked about how His body was in the tomb for 3 days.  After the allotted time (12 minutes, I recall), we took the rolls out and I gave one to Claire. We opened the roll up and "voila!" the marshmallow had vanished.  Perfect object lesson.  Empty tomb, Jesus isn't there's He's risen from the dead.  Claire's first response: "Where's my marshmallow?!" "Honey, Jesus has risen! He's not in the tomb!"  Claire looked at me quizzically.  Then, with a big smile she said, "Oh, yeah! Yay!" Then the smile disappeared and her concerned look returned.  "But where's my marshmallow?!"  I think she asked for that marshmallow a good 10 times.  So, she got a marshmallow and a Resurrection Roll that night and when to bed a little sugared up.  I kept telling myself, "You're laying a foundation, you're laying a foundation" and got a great memory out of the whole thing.

Easter Sunday, itself, was a little crazy. But a good, good crazy.  Saturday afternoon, I prepped the house for my family and Christian's family to come for Easter, finished my shopping for the egg hunt, baskets and dinner. After the Resurrection Roll event, I put Claire to bed and began working on her basket then got all the eggs ready for and Easter afternoon egg hunt.  So when Sunday morning rolled around, I was really, really glad we opted out of Sunrise Service this year.  We got the girls dressed in their blue dresses and got to the church at around 9:15 since we had to be there early for choir rehearsal and since Christian was leading the choir, we thought being on time should probably be a priority.  Service consisted of singing, sitting a bit, talking littles to the potty, and singing again.  At one point the the service, Claire was asked, with a couple of other children to answer the question, "What does Easter mean to you?" She's getting pretty good at figuring out "Jesus" is a pretty good answer to most church questions and for this one, she was spot on. Later, I took Claire and Ashlyn out for the sermon to Claire's class. Stayed there a bit, but went back into service with Ashlyn so I could sing again (our pastor had me doing something at different parts of the sermon, each time I passed Ashlyn to a willing church member to hold).

After church the kids enjoyed an egg hunt on the lawn.  The church put out a small bounce house.  Claire thus far, HATED bounce houses. So it
was pretty surprising to me to find her squealing like crazy and jumping around in the bounce house with her cousin, Marisol, who joined us that morning for church.
After naps everyone came over for dinner.  I made my first ham, which really wasn't that hard but it was one of those things that made me feel like an adult.  You know, have the whole family over for a major holiday and cook the main dish meat. Maybe it's just me.  But, everyone said it turned out grade.  I did a shank, made a glaze, stuck cloves in it, the whole bit.

Making a wonderful mess

Uncle Jeff and Ashlyn

When everyone arrived, there was a bit of down time.  Claire hasn't gotten to color eggs yet, so I went ahead and pulled out the dye and the eggs I'd boiled and let Claire and her cousin, Lila, color the eggs until dinner was ready.  They made a mess but it was a good mess and they were happy and having fun. Now we have a bunch of eggs just waiting for me to turn them into egg salad.  Later, after dinner, the girls had an egg hunt in the park across the street before the sun went down.  The whole group left around 8 or so. It was all exhausting, but I wouldn't have changed a thing.  That's that kind of "holiday stress" that I think I can handle; when afterward you sit on your couch with your feet up and sigh and think, "I'm so, so tired but that was so, so great."  Celebrating the resurrection. . .not sure what is more worth the work and more exciting than that. . .
  

School Decisions

Christian and I would love to homeschool our girls.  Most of you may already know this. You've heard me outright mention this or maybe you gathered this from the "likes" on my Facebook page.  Maybe this is new information for some of you.
I get a wide range of responses when this comes up in conversation.  Everything from, "That's great!" to "Whoa, I don't think I could do that. . . " to "That is the worst thing you could possibly ever do to your kids. . ." People are not neutral on this topic, apparently.  But I suppose I'm not either.  I feel pretty confident that this is what we'd like to do and what would be best educationally, socially and spiritually for our kids. We do have a Plan B, C and even D in case finances don't come together or something happens that is beyond our control but right now, this is what we are planning for and working towards.   

Claire's "T"

Thus far, Claire loves all things academic and soaks it up like a sponge.  Normally, I'm not into pushing that sort of thing, especially since she's so young.  I think that only breeds kids who hate learning.  But she loves it and sometimes begs to "practice letters" before naptime instead of reading a story (she LOVES reading stories too, don't get me wrong).  So, we went with it.  She knows her letters, her letter sounds, is starting to grasp the concept that these letter sounds make up words, counts object to about 20.  It's so much fun watching her understand things.  She's great at memorizing.  She knows several questions from her Catechism and we are working on Psalm 23.  It's all so fun.  We sing, we read, we look at letter cards, we draw with chalk.  I'll never forget the day when Claire yelled, "Mommy, mommy!  I draw 'T'"! And she had! Her huge grin took up her entire little face.
I loved that moment.  That is a huge part of the reason I want to keep her home for school.  I want to be the one to teach her to sound out the letters and to read.  I want to guide her when she writes her name for the first time.  I want to introduce her to her first lines of poetry, sing with her, teach her logic and discernment and stories and ideas from the Bible and even teach her about numbers and how they fit into God's perfect order.  Of course, I can't teach her everything.  Christian will help and will guide her they way her Daddy should.  She will learn things from people in our family and outside our family who will teach her things I do not know.  I understand this.  We take her to swim lessons, are considering ballet and she will learn piano. But I don't want to send my kids away for 8 hours a day to learn inside of the walls of a classroom where the Federal Government (not merely the state government), since the adoption of Common Core Standards, is now dictating what my children should learn.  Life and learning is happening outside of all that.  Sure there are some great schools and when Claire hits kindergarten we may be sending her to one, depending out our finances and life situation (we never know what each day will bring) but our greatest desire is to give the kids in our family a love of learning, of family and and understanding that learning can, and usually does, take place just about anywhere. I'd love to give them opportunities to be with people, not just their peers in a classroom, but adults, older children, younger children in all walks of life and, most importantly to us, I want to train them in faith and teach them about the love and mercy of God and follow Deuteronomy 6:4 when it admonishes the people of God, "Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one. You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates."

Claire at Fullerton college's "Joyful Parenting: Music and Art" class

So back to the issue at hand.  Claire will be 3 in May.  Many of my friends are starting to tour and register their children for preschool at various schools.  Thus far, we have not.  I take Claire to a Parent and Me Music/Art Preschool Prep Class every Thursday afternoon.  They do art projects, sing songs, learn about right and left, have a "letter of the week," play, dance, do counting and it's all so FUN.  She loves it. I love it. The lady that teaches this class is FANTASTIC.  But beyond that, we aren't considering sending her to any sort of formal preschool.  Instead, I've looked up a few preschool homeschool curriculum packs and thought about doing them.  One that's really caught my attention is Before 5 in a Row.  I love that this is literature based, that it's pretty low stress and that it has a BUNCH of cute activities you can do with each book.  A friend of mine who is sending her kiddos to preschool is planning on using it as a supplement to give her kids fun stuff to do at home.  It's great!  But I also realize I have a smarty-pants on my hands and she enjoys learning writing and reading etc.  So trying to decide how I can get that in as well.  I've been bugging my homeschooling friends and have been getting some good feedback.  I'm considering supplementing Heart of Dakota's "Little Hands to Heaven" but it focuses a LOT of letters and sounds.  I love how it teaches the Bible everyday in every lesson, but not sure I need to hammer the other.  But maybe!  Another is Covenant Home and their curriculum.  Looks promising and looks like a great fit for our family but might use them when the girls are older.  Confessions of a Homeschooler has some PreK and K4 stuff that might also work (and for cheeeeaaaap!) AND of course, there's also the dollar bin at Target, which always seems to stock prek worksheets, which Claire totally loves.  But this is what I love about the possibility of teaching her at home!  I can do this! I can sit here and consider what might be the best learning tool for HER and what we desire for her to learn.  Anywhere else has their own prescribed curriculum and she will either fit into it or she won't.  I love this freedom. So, as of March, 2013, we've decided NOT to enroll her in a formal preschool.  Maybe in September I will have changed my mind.  Maybe I'll find some fantastic Christian parent participation program and I'll blog about that then, but for now, we're planning this.  If I continue to work part-time at the school, I will be teaching her in the afternoon. It will be crazy but with a LOT of discipline and organization, I anticipate a good, albeit, stressful year. Still hoping, though, something new happens next year. But more on that later.
Someone at the school recently asked me if I was going "full time" next year.  I said "no." I've got way to much to do with the girls, if anything, I'll be scaling back.  They have a lot to learn and I have even more to learn.  Can't wait to do it together!

The Weekend That Wasn't

I've been trying to come up with a post for a few months now that could cover the last several that I have missed while on my apparent blogging hiatus.  I didn't plan on leaving Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas undocumented.  Didn't mean to just disappear-- I just did.  I think one of my New Years Resolutions was to "Blog More."  Happy February.
Anyway, what finally pushed me back in front of this screen were the events of this past week.  Totally unexpected and totally awful.  Last Tuesday I started to feel a little "cold-ish."  Scratchy throat, stuffy head.  My nose was running by the end of the day.  Annoying but I thought I was dealing with it naturally and that it was just a cold.
I woke up Wednesday morning feeling like I had been run over.  Multiple times. My back ached.  My head was pounding.  I thought I might throw up.  But it was 5 am and there was no way for me to get ahold of all the parents of my musical theater kids at work.  So I went in.  I managed through 0 period.  Taught period 1 but by 2nd period, I had thrown up twice (outside of class, thank God) and I just wanted to go home.  I stayed the rest of my morning, but period 2 unloaded large sets from the Sea Container and period 3 watched a totally non-music related movie.  I didn't care. I went home and slept while the girls napped but then they woke I was back to work with them making messes around me.  I'll spare you the gory details but it wasn't too pretty.  I couldn't eat anything.  I had no energy and couldn't stop the quick trips to the bathroom that always came when one of both girls required attention.  My dad dropped supplies off on his way home from work once and played with the girls for about an hour before Christian got home one evening, another day, they picked up Claire and brought her home to let her play at their house for the morning.  Ashlyn was growing fussy and I was so afraid that I was beginning to lose my milk supply for her.  At night, I was either waking to feed her or running to the bathroom.  I needed sleep badly but it just wasn't happening.  I didn't go in to work either Thursday or Friday morning, but I couldn't rest at home and felt terrible about how I was ignoring the girls. But by Friday morning, I felt well enough to eat some saltines and for dinner on Friday, I asked for real food and kept it down. 
By Saturday morning, I was fine again and ready to take Claire to swim lessons and go to a family birthday party with the girls.  While it was miserable, I felt blessed that it only lasted 3 days. I was getting Claire ready for her swim class. She seemed 100% fine.  I was putting her shirt over her swimsuit and she threw up. Again and again.  It was awful to see the look on her face.  After it happened she said, "But I go swimming! I go Grammy and Papa's!  I not want to throw up again!"   Sweet girl.  That's what we wanted to happen too, love.  So Christian went to the birthday party by himself and I stayed home with a little girl who got sicker by the hour. I have decided that there are very few things that are harder to watch than your toddler throwing up.  I have friends with chronically, seriously ill children and I have no idea how they deal with watching their child in so much pain all the time because this weekend was heart-wrenching and it was only a weekend. 

Sunday, we skipped church.  Ashlyn, uncharacteristically, slept through the night Saturday night.  She usually wakes up a few times to nurse and Saturday night I didn't hear a peep out of her.  In the morning, I picked her up and she was burning up.  I nursed her a bit and she threw it all up.  Sunday was the worst day for both girls.  I've never seen Claire so listless. She spiked a fever of 103.9 (on a underarm thermometer) while Ashlyn hit 101. We discussed Urgent Care a few times but went with tepid baths and lots of sleep.  Potty trained Claire was in a Pull Up all weekend and sat next to an empty soup pot at all times.  Ashlyn slept on one of us all day, Claire was on the couch.  She would only speak a few words and only in a whisper.  I worried constantly about dehydration and their high fevers. It was pitiful.
And so Monday, which was the only day both Christian and I had off until May, was spent making sure the girls got better.  It wasn't the "family togetherness" we were hoping for (a hike, trip to the beach, or a picnic in the park was more what I was thinking) but it was togetherness nonetheless.  I am blessed by a few things, however, when I look back at this difficult, messy, sometimes scary, weekend.  I love that we are a family. That we have us.  That we love each other. That I have a husband who cares about his little girls, who didn't think twice about stepping in an helping care for them even though there was a real possibility that he too could have come down with the same illness and he has no sick days at work. 

By Monday evening everyone was well enough to go outside --or I, at least decided they were.  The girls were still pretty weak but we all needed the sunshine and so we took everyone for a walk around the block in the stroller before dinner.  It felt good to be out.  I realized I hadn't been since the Wednesday I came home from school feeling so terrible to begin with.  The girls went to bed right afterward.  Ashlyn recovered much more quickly, I'm guessing, due to all the benefits of breastfeeding. Claire asked to go to bed at 6:30.  Didn't want dinner. But I didn't have to go into her room once that night to change her or give her a bath.  The illness had taken it's toll and she was coming out of it, exhausted, but well again. 
Today I finally got my girls back.  They were, mostly, themselves.  Claire was tired in the morning for her sitter, is still eating less than normal and her nose is runny and Ashlyn had her last VERY messy diaper but they were smiling again.  Claire joined us for dinner for the first time since last Friday.  We missed her.  I'm not interested in doing that again. But I'm thankful that, so far, our prayers were answered and Christian didn't catch this terrible virus.   Odd thing to inspire me back into the blogosphere but I'm pretty grateful for my family and that gratefulness was heightened during this nasty bug. Who knew? :-)  Regardless, I'm glad to be back from both the Herman President's Day Plague of 2013 and from my absence from this site. 
Praise Him from Whom all blessings flow. . . hopefully, you'll see a bit more of us in 2013 :-)