Sammy at Four

Sammy’s birthday blog is a tad bit late since we were lucky enough to spend his birthday with our family in Athens where I zoned out on all things writing related.  I now have a four year-old little man who helped me weigh bananas and pick out kiwi at the grocery store today.  I’m in shock.

Here are some fun facts about what the Sam man was like this last year.

Sam:

played Barbies with Wren using his Thomas train to provide the Barbies with transportation

asked to go to the bakery twice for his birthday in lieu of doing anything else

is a foodie.  He asked for and received an apron for Christmas because, “Wren has one and I help cook so why don’t I?”

says, “that’s weird” if he sees you eating food he wants to try

is good at saying, “speaking of” and moving seamlessly to the next topic

has been obsessed with Ninja Turtles, Jack Frost, Minions, Toy Story, Cookie Monster, and Fix It Felix

saw his first movie, The Box Trolls, at the big movies

saw his second movie, Big Hero Six, at the big movies

can sit still and color, use scissors, and do puzzles for an insanely long amount of time

used scissors on Wren’s finger this year just to see what would happen.  Was demoted to safety scissors for a while after that.  (He’s honest.  He confessed he just wanted to see what would happen, though I kind of suspect he knew it wouldn’t be good since he didn’t use them on himself.)

is passive aggressive as opposed to confrontational.  As opposed to asking for a cookie, he will just walk up and say, “Cookies sure do sound good.”

loves to grab my hair and say, “You’re not going anywhere.  You stay with me forever!”

calls me Gisele from Enchanted.(He’s my Prince.)

loves Asher and Eowyn and likes to remind people, “these are my babies.  You can’t take them.”

adores Wren and wants her everywhere he is.

started AWANAs as a Cubbie and is earning badges!

asks me to turn on the oven light so he can “watch the food.”

is an introvert.

For his birthday he decided on a Minions birthday cake and the trampoline bounce place.  It was going to be a boys’ day for him and daddy, but he wanted the whole family to come.  Due to sick babies, he took Wren and Daddy and they had a blast. 

The day after Samuel Dylan was born

It's been a miracle-filled journey with this one from day one.  What a gift.

Wren at Age 6

Wren turned 6 Tuesday.  I have no idea how that happened. 

Since I have abandoned all attempts at baby books for any of my kids, I’m going to list some things about Ms. Wren at this stage in her life. 

Ø   She is a completest.  She finished her book of verses for AWANAs in October, her extra credit book on December 1^st, and is now working on TruthScripts.  Her reason for moving so fast is because she likes to learn verses, likes to read them, and needs to finish things.  Like her dad, she does not like to leave a task unfinished.  She also earned Sparky Clubber of the Quarter in November.

She also:

Ø  Loves clothes

Ø  Is a girly girly who just happens to love to dig in the dirt for worms

Ø  Likes adventure stories

Ø  Has finished several chapter books and LOVES reading comics with dad

Ø  Is a master at the Minions computer racing game

Ø  Learned to climb trees (and fall out of them!)

Ø  Is my ultimate helper with the girls and Sammy

Ø  Can draw anything she can see

Ø  Has perfectionist tendencies (upon completing 42 double digit addition problems and only missing three, she cried and said, “maybe I can do better tomorrow since I messed everything up today!”  Sigh.)

Ø  Is convinced she can run as fast as The Flash

Ø  Learned to do cartwheels (says Hi-ya! like a ninja when she does them)

Ø  Knows more about Star Wars than I do

Ø  Saw Big Hero Six, The Box Trolls, and How to Train a Dragon Two at the big movies

Ø  Went ice skating twice

Ø  Wrote her first comic

>  Is known as "No Shells Wren" because she can crack eggs and leave no trace of shells behind

Ø  Has a bond with her brother that is closer than any two siblings I’ve ever seen.  Common declarations are, “I’m crying because Sammy is sad”, “I hope Sammy doesn’t mind that we are having a girl day” and “Don’t worry, Sam.  I’ll cover your ears while mom gets the soap out of your hair.” 

For her birthday this year she opted to bring a sweet friend ice skating at the Galleria, grab cupcakes at the bakery and wear her birthday present, the coveted Elsa dress.    

Six years flew by.  This kid is one of a kind, and I'm glad God gave her to me.

Ms. Cathy

A couple of years ago, God dropped an angel in my lap by the name of Cathy.  I needed someone to keep Sam and Wren for only five hours a day two days a month, manage Wren’s Celiac and make sure she did not get contaminated, and help Sammy transition to staying with someone who was not his mom or dad when he had never done that before.  Plus, they could not cost me the kids’ college tuition.

 

Easy to find, right?

 

Not so much, but after much searching Ms. Cathy emerged.  She met all the requirements and even taught my kids Spanish and letters, created art with them, became an expert Barbie dresser while also knowing how to throw in a pirate for Sammy so he could terrorize Barbie.  She even submitted curriculum plans to me every month so I would know what her ten hours with the kids was going to look like.  We struck gold.

 

Then I told her I would raise her pay ever so slightly if she would juggle four kids when I gave birth to the twins.  She said okay, brought me food and all the kids gifts while I was on maternity leave, and refused to work for her other employer on the Fridays she came to our house even though I’m 100% sure she could have made more money. 

 

When my Nanny was visiting a few months ago, she witnessed Cathy in action.  Since that day, anytime Nanny sees me with the kids she starts her sentences, “Well, Cathy holds them this way” or “Cathy got them down for naps without as much fuss” or “Do not EVER lose Cathy.” 

 

My last day as a part-time library employee for the City of Plano is next Friday.  Today is Cathy’s last day with the kids.  We have vowed to stay in touch, have playdates (her two sons are close to Wren and Sam’s age), and not ever completely lose contact.  She’s too important to our kids, too important to all of us.  Still we know we won’t see her as frequently.  Wren has a complete breakdown when Cathy leaves the house and is coming back in two weeks.  I dread her leaving today more than I can put into words.  My guess is Wren will still be weeping on Monday. 

 

We made her a gift to pay tribute to all the arts and crafts she has done with the kids through the years.  I won’t lie, we did not do as great of a job as she would have.  Still, we tried.

 

The transition to being at home full-time is welcome in many ways, but there are hard parts and this will be one of the hardest. 

 

So, to Ms. Cathy for all the love she’s shown my kids and for being someone I could trust them with when trusting was not the easiest thing for me after the shell shock of what we call “the Celiac trauma”.  I couldn’t have asked for anyone better and received so much more than I expected.  You’re a blessing.

How You Know You or Someone You Love Has Celiac

Somehow Celiac Awareness Month scooted by in May, and I didn't post anything Celiac related.  That's a good thing; Celiac doesn't dominate our lives the way it did right after D and Wren were diagnosed.  Of course, we still have to be just as diligent, but that diligence is now second nature, habit.  It feels less like a nuisance and more like just living our lives.

Still, there are moments when you know what you're experiencing is Celiac specific.  I'd like to share a few:

You Know You or Someone You Love Has Celiac When:

1.  You are hungry for toast, but by the time you defrost your bread, broil it so it's not soggy and let it cool so you don't burn your tongue, you don't remember why the bread sounded good in the first place.

2.  You dread people cooking food and bringing it to your house because you have to politely smile and then find another family without 26 food allergies or sensitivies to eat it.

3.  Your grocery budget rivals your mortgage payment.

4.  No matter where you go, you bring your own cooler.

5.  When someone says "animal crackers" or "goldfish crackers", you immediately go on alert as if someone screamed "shark" or "zombie attack."

6.  Your pantry is full of essential oils, homeopathic remedies and vitamins because if the person with Celiac gets sick and needs an antibiotic, that means you have to call the companies who make antibiotics and experience red rage because they have no idea what is in their products.

7.  Everyone in your house is way too comfortable talking about farts.

8.  The people at the very few restaurants you can eat at scream, "Celiac on the floor" and start changing gloves before you even put in your order.

9.  Most restaurant managers in the area hate you because of all the questions you call and ask before you eat at their place.  They really hate that you call back four times using different accents to make sure you get the same answers from each person who touches the food.

10.  When someone who has just had their hands on Wonder Bread attempts to touch your gluten-free food, you slap them, explain basic food manners, then explain Celiac food etiquette including the words, "Your crumbs kill people." 

Happy Celiac Awareness month two months late!

One Year, Four Kids

The twins turned one on June 19th. I really imagined on that day I would cry and reflect and just be overwhelmed by my youngest kids turning one. It’s true that the days are long but the years are short, and this year flew by. However, I was saved weeping for 24 hours by hand, foot, and mouth disease. Actually, I still wept but it was delayed for five days and then mainly because I hadn’t slept in a week, couldn’t remember the last time I showered, and felt like the personal Jersey cow for two breastmilk-crazed zombie babies. And I had watched my sweet girls suffer for days. That was the worst.

Here are some tidbits I want to remember about the first year now that I have time to remember:

Asher and Eowyn are both standing on their own. Neither is walking yet (update:  Asher took her first steps on June 27th.) They just like to balance on their chubby little legs and prepare to lung. I’m not sure if they are preparing to walk or fly.

Both say “da-da” and “mama” and Asher says her own name. Eowyn says “hi there.”

They weigh 16 pounds each, which puts them both in the less than 1 percentile for weight. Whatever. That’s 32 pounds worth of baby for me to carry, so I think God knew what he was doing when he made them tiny. They are healthy!

What We’ve Learned During the First Year of Twins

 

Eowyn, Mommy, and Asher

 

People think we are super parents because we have twins and a large family. We're not. On a daily basis D and I have a lot more opportunities to do it right or screw it up, and having tons of people in close proximity all the time teaches the true definition of grace.

They can fight, which I've read is good because it means they aren't too dependent on each other and see themselves as worthy individuals. They also are okay with being together or in different rooms.

They can love. They still cuddle and hold hands. They twin chatter every morning. They crack each other up.

They are hugely attached to me. I know, aren't all kids attached to mom? But I do have to admit that when I was pregnant, I wondered if they would need me as much or attach to me as thoroughly as Wren and Sam did because they have each other. They attached. They are securely attached!

They are very identical and very much their own people. It's weird because they are generally described as "the most identical twins" anyone has ever seen. Appearance aside, they have some commonalities, some differences, and I view them as distinctly themselves, even though it's hard to tell them apart.

Wren and Sammy were born to be older siblings. I'm not exaggerating when I say I do not know how I would have survived without the older two through this transition. They've retrieved diapers, entertained babies so I could shower, made me laugh when I was sleep deprived, and taken care of each other. Daily I wonder if I'm homeschooling them or if they are schooling me. I think I'm probably learning more, healthier habits from them.

People are still fascinated with twins/big families. I think after this year, I know what it must be like to be tailed by paparazzi. We can't go many places that people don't comment on the size of our family and that we have twins. Most comments are very kind. Some folks take offense to us trying to be fruitful.  But seriously, when you look at all this preciousness, how can you not understand why we have a herd?

 

Asher, Eowyn, Wren, and Sammy

 

 

Based on Circumstance

The twins will be one next month. I have said repeatedly to many people many times that they will be weaned by one for the following reasons:
 

I’ve been breastfeeding for almost six years;

There’s two of them, so it is a bit more work;

I will get more sleep not nursing;

I have had mastitis no less than six times while nursing them, with the most recent bout being last week;

It will increase mobility for the rest of the family.
 

The thing is, Wren and Sam nursed well over the year mark. Still, I thought once I hit one with Asher and Eowyn, we’d move the boobs back into the push up bras and label them “For Recreational Use Only.”

 

 

Then we night weaned. It was a 21 night roller coaster ride of staying up with them, holding them, patting them, kissing them, giving them baby massages, playing the Mozart Lullaby Station on Pandora, but we convinced them to allow me to sleep from 11pm-5am without having to nurse them. That’s six consecutive hours my friends, in a bed, not a recliner, with no one grabbing for my ta-tas. That’s forever in sleep-deprived-parent years. And it’s the first time I have had that much sleep in 11 months.

Apparently, I will give you anything if you let me sleep. I will continue to wear unflattering nursing bras, nurse two kids through naptime, change my whole life plan for sleep. I am a completely different being with a completely different threshold when allowed rest. Without sleep, I am subhuman. Ask any member of my family, or don’t because they have awful stories and in none of them am I awesome.

It makes me think of how much of my behavior is based on circumstance. This is where I wish I was D, because he is solid. He can wake up with a head cold, step on a Lego, and then have a child poo explode through her diaper on his arm and he is the same person as he would be if he woke up and was told he won a million dollars and would live to be 115 years old. He knows where his joy comes from, where his contentment is based, and he doesn’t let earthly circumstances change him.

Me, not so much. I know my joy comes from Christ, but I tend to try to remind Christ that I am more joyful when I am well rested. I am better at serving my family if my eyes are not swollen shut. I am less likely to lose my patience when Wren passively aggressively asks, “So, breakfast, when is that happening?” if I actually feel like standing on my feet to cook it.

I know it’s okay to need rest, but I hate that I display different behavior when I’m tired, because it’s nobody’s fault. D and I have made our choices on how we want to parent, and I wouldn’t take any of them back. We did choose the less sleep option, and knowing we made that choice means I need to take responsibility when less sleep happens. Everyone in my house still deserves my patience, my time, my consideration. I am still a child of Christ, and because He is unchanging, I should cling to Him for my rest, the important soul-filling kind, even when the earthly rest escapes me.

For now, I am still very much a work in progress. That six hour stretch of sleep guarantees the twins as much breastmilk access as they want during the day for however long they want it. When they start the two am whining I am tempted to say things like, “I have cabbage in the fridge. I can dry these girls up by tomorrow morning!” I’m working on it. God is molding me and shaping me in His time, and I am a very slow learner. I’ll get better because He will help me.