Looks like as long as Courtney is updating the blog, entries will only come every 2 months or so... sorry!
Here are some Lydah stories from the last few months that we thought were cute...
I suppose it's obvious we're living in a high-tech world when you find yourself looking for nature's plug-ins. Upon finding a smashed cricket on the sidewalk, Lydah squatted down, pointed, and asked, "Bug, Mommy?" "Oh Lydah, that's a dead cricket. Let's not touch it," I told her. She contemplated all of this, then asked, "Needs batteries?"
For as young as she is, Lydah has already gotten the essentials of the faith down pat. Last night I was surprised when she completed all the phrases of the Lord's prayer with me before bed (Ex. "He leads me not into..." "Temptation!"). Once I found her sitting in the rocking chair with a baby doll in her lap and a Bible storybook in her hands. She opened the book to a drawing of Jesus with animals and children dancing around him and read, "Jesus died, and the puppy ruffed."
Sometimes, for a change, Lydah prays before our meal. She usually remembers to say "thank you for this food," but the rest of the prayer is a mixture of gibberish, sometimes about people she knows, or something else completely random. A few days ago she was obviously a bit ruffled about a mealtime conflict, and prayed, "Jesus, thank you for food. Thank you for saying 'no!' Thank you for saying 'MINE!' Amen."
The terrible twos have begun in full force. Tantrums and timeouts are quite common, and Greg and I often wonder if our point is getting across. A break-through came yesterday when Lydah and Daddy were coloring together, and she asked Greg for markers. "We're just going to use crayons right now Lydah," Greg told her, which led to an all-out tantrum. Greg placed her in the timeout spot (on the rug in the bathroom), and when he came back, Lydah had tears in her eyes and looked very pitiful. "Do you know why you're in timeout, Lydah?" Greg asked. She obviously did, because she put on a little performance of what her tantrum looked like and even yelled out, "MARKERS!"
Baby #2
On Friday, October 24, I went to the doctor for a regular exam, and they told me to head to the hospital very soon to be induced for birth. Apparently my amniotic fluid was very low again, and she was worried about the baby's health. So I went home, packed a bag and made some phone calls (and stopped at the grocery store for some last minute shopping), and went to the hospital. They tried three times to put an IV in my arms (ouch!), and failed each time. The good news was, all the baby's movements and her heartbeat were normal, and not worrisome at all. So when the doctor arrived around 5:30 pm, she apologized and said she was changing her mind. She wanted me to stay the night in the hospital to be monitored, but if the baby was still OK, I would just go home. So here I am! I will go back to see her each day for monitoring until the baby is born, but that is all the news I have!
