Songs

That's "Row, row, row your boat" at the beginning.

There was a big issue with keeping focus in this video and everything is presented in the order in which it happened.

At the very end Arielle says "baby awesome" which is something she has said for a while, but I'm afraid any day may be the last day I hear it, so I had to get it on video.  I think it was originally intended to be 'baby wants some' but now she'll use it as a self descriptor and for other babies as well.  Couldn't you just eat them both up?

Moments

Eden: "I want to get my princess dress and play with the light on in my room"
me: "You can get your princess dress and play in here in the sunroom."
Eden: (throwing a fit) "I don't wanna play in the sunroom!!"
me: "You can play in your room if you want to, but be kind to Arielle"

A few minutes later Arielle comes back into the sunroom, whining, trying to get away from Eden with Eden following close behind.  Arielle finds a spot to sit and enjoy the toys she's brought with her and Eden starts to hover.

me: "Please leave Arielle alone and let her play while you go back in your room to play princess."
Eden: (throwing a fit) "I wanna stay in the SUNROOM!!"
me: "Not to long ago, you stood right over there and threw a fit saying you did not want to play in the sunroom."  I re-enact her moment from earlier.
"Now, you are sitting right there throwing a fit to stay in the sunroom"  I re-enact the recent fit.
Eden: (covering her ears) "You are too loud, Mommy!  I don't like that."
me: "Oh, really? 'cause I'm just being Eden.  Look at me, I'm Eden."  I start whining again.
Eden smiles slightly.

Unfortunately, although I thought this was a bit of a breakthrough moment. The same ol' plague of desiring only the opposite of what I request and desiring only what the sibling is playing with has continued throughout the morning and I think it's time to break the cycle by going somewhere.

More fun than a Polaroid.

Eden's favorite face from the last set of pictures we took.

and below, her favorite from the pics we took today.

There's that squinty-eyed face again!

Here are a couple from the day we took the video in the last post.  Eden was waiting through the whole video for a chance to take pictures.

aaaaaaand the squinty-eyes make an appearance again.  hahaha!

My two little hams.

Twinkle and Say Cheese!

Christmas in July

I was lamenting to Chuck the difficulty all the "Christmas in July" sales and ads have made for me.
"Try explaining to a three-year old." I said, "why there is a huge Christmas tree in Hobby Lobby and pictures of Christmas ornaments and stuff in stores all over town when it's not Christmas time."

It's been a repetitious couple of weeks telling her it's tooooooo early. I tried to explain the stores having sales so that people could start getting their presents etc. etc.

Chuck decides to take a crack at it over dinner and says to Eden, "Three things need to happen before it's even close to Christmas. We need to go to DC for a month, Arielle needs to have a birthday and it needs to get cold."
He looked over at me and, somewhat jokingly, said, "I think I made an impression."
After about a minute, he turned to her again and asked, "Eden, what three things need to happen before it's close to Christmas?"

She replied, "Um, something about decorating. And a Christmas tree!!"

He made quite an impression.

Where is Everybody?

Arielle's vocabulary is expanding by leaps and bounds. Her little brain is going all the time and she asks questions to keep tabs on everybody.
Over the weekend, Chuck got up with the girls and I stayed in bed. Arielle asked, "Mommy seeping?" Cute, right?
She will also ask, "Daddy work?" on most days.
The other day, Eden napped longer than usual in the afternoon and while Arielle was having her snack, she asked, "Eden work?" I had a good chuckle and then told her that Eden was still sleeping.
She responded "Oh, Eden seeping. Shhhhhh."

Director of Photography

Computers add such an interesting new dimension to life than our grandparents had, don't they? Eden was pretending to take pictures of me... telling me exactly how to pose, then letting me "look" at them. I decided to pull up Photo Booth on my Mac so we could really look at what she was asking me to do. She was thrilled and wanted to get some pictures of both of us together. She directed the poses in every shot below. I just did what she asked. :)

Can I Help You?

We were in Charming Charlie's yesterday just killing some time.  If you don't know what Charming Charlie's is, it's a shop full of accessories, hats, bags, shoes, jewelry, sunglasses and clothes too.  We were waiting for a table at a nearby restaurant.  Upon entering the shop, we, or rather Eden, was greeted very enthusiastically by an employee.  She told Eden she was such a pretty shopper and gave her a wire basket.  She also told her that if she needed any help, to just ask.
We walked around a bit, trying on sunglasses and hats and looking at shoes and jewelry.  Eden was mumbling something about asking the employee lady for help and soon got to the point where she was stopping every time I paused to look at something, plunking her basket down on the ground and sitting down with a big sigh as if we'd been doing this for hours.  I thought that might be the signal to leave, so I told her we were done and should head back outside and entertain ourselves out there while we waited for our buzzer to go off.  She didn't want me to put the basket away (even with all that plunking) and I explained that we couldn't take it with us and it had to be returned to the stack for another shopper to use.  She relinquished it begrudgingly, but still wouldn't go out the door.  I tried to coax her, finding it strange that she wouldn't want to leave when she seemed so bored only moments ago.

She explained, "I have to ask the lady for help!"

I chuckled and asked what she needed help with.

"I need help with... (something unintelligible)"

"We don't need help with anything because we don't want to buy anything.  Let's leave the sales person alone and go outside."

She reiterated that she was not leaving until she had asked for help and, not knowing quite what to do, I just stood silently.  After about 15 seconds of scowling, she gave up and walked outside with me.
We spent the rest of the time until our buzzer called us balancing and collecting leaves to feed the ants.  We had a nice lunch and when we were walking back to the van, she suddenly stopped and said,
"I forgot to ask the lady for help!"

As we continued walking, I asked her what she would have asked the lady to help with.  That didn't work, so I asked what she wanted the lady to bring her.

"Chocolate," she answered matter-of-factly.

"Eden, they don't have any chocolate in that store."

"Then WHAT am I supposed to ask her to help me with?!"

The mind of a chocolate-loving three-year-old...

Days of our Lives

We honored the high school graduates today at Broadmoor Baptist.  They put together a little picture slide show with each graduates baby picture and their senior photo as well as their name, where they were going to college and what major they had chosen.  As the photos scrolled through, I kept being drawn to the baby pictures.  Some of them looked to be Eden or Arielle's ages and it really hit home that they really will be graduating high school someday and leaving our home to go to college.
Our kids have really taken over our home and lives, from leaving toys everywhere, to becoming the soundtrack of my day (both sweet singing and horrible screaming), to eating up all my time except for the couple hours of nap time I get, to literally changing the way almost every daily task is done.  But it won't always be this way.  I teared up (not that unusual at church) when the pastor talked about our kids leaving the umbrella of our home.
It's hard to glimpse the future sometimes and I just sort-of assume that looking back and thinking "I wish I could have those days back" was just par for the course.  I'm asking God to help me, though, defy the odds and be able to live fully in the moment so I don't feel like I missed out by wishing time to fly faster than it already does.
As I write, I'm sitting on the countertop in the hall bath watching the girls play with bubbles in the tub.  Eden's "washing" Arielle and Arielle is just mesmerized by the piles of bubbles she can scoop up in her tiny hands.
These are the days.

Signing

Arielle requests the video First Signs by Baby Einsteins every day after her nap and she pays very close attention.  I wanted to video and share some of her accomplishments.

They're Growing Up

This is a video I took this morning of Arielle's first time eating her yogurt with a spoon, all by herself.
It's three minutes of just her eating, so fast forward whenever you get tired of that.
Then, Eden, who saw the video and begged to get in on the action, puts on a show of song and dance at the end of the video.
Enjoy!

Serious Stuff

I occasionally read a blog by singer/songwriter/worship leader (and many more titles) Kelly Clinger, who I met at church here in Jackson.  She now lives in Atlanta.  Her blogs are powerful looks into the totally exposed heart of a woman struggling with hard issues like abortion, pre-marital sex and finding value in herself through God's eyes.
This particular post really interested me because of the title: Why I think purity rings, contraception and abstinence conferences aren't the answer to promiscuity...

I couldn't read it without something being stirred in me.  It's a subject that lies just below the surface in my thoughts and heart and one that is VERY important to me as I raise two girls.

I wanted to share my response here.  If for no other reason, to document it for myself.  I hardly ever use this blog for uber-serious purposes, but this uber-serious subject is directly related to child rearing, so I feel this belongs here.

Here is what I wrote:
I was homeschooled beginning in 7th grade, immersed in abstinence talks and books, wore the purity ring my dad gave me, etc.
Although I came closer than I would have liked to the ultimate line (intercourse) I had set for myself, I did not cross it and was able to stay quite far from it (never even kissed anyone) until the end of college.
I do regret the intimacy I did share with my now husband before we were married and I do not consider my goals to be totally pure for my wedding day a success, BUT I do think there is something to be gained by my experience and the fact that I was able to stay pure longer than many/most.
I wanted to add a bit of an addendum to your thoughts and tell you what I think my parents did right besides just the ring and the drawing of lines and the drilling of "cannots"...
I was taught that it was my responsibility to protect the hearts of my brothers in Christ, but really every other guy's as well. I was taught to keenly feel the reality of their future, consider their future wife and family and respect that relationship even before it was a reality. Protecting their hearts encompassed WAAAAY more than just the physical and went way beyond intercourse. Flirting, making promises with my words or even my eyes, being a tease, leading them to believe in any way that there was some sort of ownership of affections was stepping out of bounds as a girl/woman of God. One of my favorite quotes is from the movie "Emma." She is speaking with Mr. Elton in a carriage and he whispers something to her. She responds, "Sit back! And kindly refrain from the intimacy of whispering." 
Dressing so as not to be a distraction was part of it too. This is soooo extreme and I don't want to end up in "potato sack" land here where women aren't allowed to look beautiful, but our culture is so accepting of being flirtatious and, all too young, girls learn to play with the emotions/physical responses of boys. I could go on, but you get the idea.

I never doubted my love and acceptance from Christ or my parents. I was confident and well-grounded in the Word. I agree with you that without knowing Who to look to for your fulfillment, the lust of the flesh will surely step in and offer to fill the void. But I think that on top of that, there needs to be a new kind of responsibility placed on our young Christian men and women. A responsibility to protect the hearts of their peers. If we focused on that responsibility then sex wouldn't even be a part of the picture because they wouldn't be anywhere close to it. 
"Innocent" activities holding hands, sending love letters and making eyes which all equal tangling hearts up in one another all eventually lead to the same end, whether they actually end there or not. We expect our children to participate in all these "cute" activities. Then they end up having to resist the natural desires that follow to "seal the deal" so to speak (these desires become more prominent/harder to resist the more practice/exposure they get). It's a natural progression that God put in place that we often encourage our kids to start and then are disappointed in them if they can't stop the snowball that has become an avalanche.
Back to my own experience. It was only after I became lax in my commitment to protect the hearts of the guys around me and decided I wanted to be selfish and have some "fun" that I lost focus and kissed a guy (first time at 22) and progressed from there (all with Chuck, praise the Lord).

So, to summarize. I think it is of first and foremost importance for a young woman's/man's worth and fulfillment to be found in the One who created them. Secondly, I think it is every young person's responsibility to treat the emotions and desires of other people with the utmost respect and not as things to be taken, toyed with, or even awakened unless you have the intent of committing to that individual for the rest of your life on this earth. Whose responsibility is it to teach this? Parents, of course. Is this likely to happen? No, because hardly anyone thinks this way. I think abstinence conferences need to be "responsibility of the heart" conferences because if a young people start to be concerned about the "intimacy of whispering" they won't be as likely to struggle with whether or not to jump in bed.