by Lori Ann

I know, I know. It’s been over a year since I was pregnant. Even though I enjoyed updating MamaWit with stories and photos of my pregnancy for the first 7 months, I didn’t post again until Tigger was 2 months old! So…:

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by Lori Ann

38 weeks

I just found out that a good friend of mine is pregnant, and decided to make this blog a little more useful to someone like her looking for pregnancy stories, advice, and photos! Here are the MamaWit posts from my pregnancy with Tigger:

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by Lori Ann

Indestructibles

Sometimes, on the hard days, I think to myself, “Come on baby, Mama has needs too, and who’s meeting them?” Then Jesus answers my heart, in the most loving and tender way possible, “I am, and if you’re seeking for someone else to meet your needs, you’re the one in the wrong – not her.” And I look at my darling baby, and have compassion for her neediness, and know that He’s right.

How do you cope on the hard, everyone-needs-you, no-one-gives-Mama-a-break days?

by Lori Ann

Fig Newton

Tigger’s first taste of Mama’s favorite snack from America: fig newton!

by Lori Ann

Morning Scene

I woke up this morning to a banging on the door. It was 8:12 am. I’d slept in nearly 2 hours past usual, but it didn’t feel like enough. I tried to calculate whether we’d been up more than 2 hours over night, but I wasn’t sure.

“Mama? Mama?” I heard at the door. I smiled, and rolled across the bed so I’d only need to take a few steps to open the door. There stood Tigger, grinning up at me. “Mama! Mama!”

“Shh, Mama’s sleeping… oh….” Baba said as he caught up with our quick new walker. “It’s okay, I’m up now,” I reassured, taking Tigger up in my arms and thankful Baba took her this morning so I’d have some time to sleep in (even though I found out later they’d only been up about 10 minutes).

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by Lori Ann

sick day stuffed animals

Ever wish you were a little kid again?

Last week, Tigger didn’t feel very good (diarrhea throughout the day and keeping us all up at night) and developed a cute after-nap habit to replace her usual one, which is standing up and walking over to her stuffed animals to play the moment she awakens. For three days while was sick though, she woke, called for me, pointed to her shelf of stuffed animals, and requested, “ng” (it means “want”). I handed her a stuffed animal.

She played with it for a few seconds, pointed back at the shelf, and another “ng”. Then repeated until she had all the stuffed animals. I thought it was so funny I had Baba take a picture the second day she did it (above). I even had a few meditations on the way she depended completely on me to provide for her that which she wanted, which helped me notice in my reading in John the next day that Jesus fed the five thousand “as much as they wanted” (not just “needed”; from chapter 6).

I often wish I were — or at least acted more like — a little kid again. With a child’s trust, problem solutions, and complete dependence on Mama and Baba to make everything better. And to bury all yucky feelings in a pile of soft cuddly animal friends!

by Lori Ann

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Listening to Tigger’s favorite new musician, Frances England, playing via Pandora radio. Seeing perfect skies, feeling a pleasant breeze, from the open living room window. Smelling apple salsa boiling in the rice cooker. Tasting sticky-with-fruit fingers as I kiss Tigger’s hands.

Thankful to be a Mama today.

What Mama moments did you hear, see, feel, smell, and taste this week?

by Saruskabeth, of http://www.threeinthree.com

Feb 10, 2007

At midnight, on a cold february day in 2007,  I held in my hands a tiny, wrinkled, screaming infant. And I fell in love. Every day, all day long, I would kiss his little fingers and belly and toes and  nose and tell him “I love you.” When he gazed up at me in awe, I told him, “I love you.” When he cooed and smiled and (finally!) laughed, I told him, “I love you!” When he cried and screamed, I told him, “I love you!” He learned to roll over, crawl, walk, talk…and everyday he heard, “I love you! I love you!”

I love my children with everything I am. They are my world, my priority above all else. But as they get older, as the “novelty” wears off, so to speak, there are moments, sometimes days, when I don’t express my love as easily as I once did. When Dewy spills his juice for the fourth time, or when Paby looks me in the face and screams, “YOU’RE NOT MY FRIEND ANYMORE!” When Mazzen throws a fit because I won’t leave my boobie hanging out all day, and when the boys destroy their room moments after I finish putting everything away.

And to be completely honest, in those moments I don’t feel very loving. I feel angry. Taken advantage of. Disrespected. At the very least frustrated. And, rather than speak out of love, I sometimes speak out of anger. I say, “you’re driving me crazy!” And “why are you trying to make me mad?” In those moments, I put the boys in time out and say, “you’re being very naughty,” and “I don’t want to hear it.”

One particularly rough day I became more agitated than I can ever remember being at a child. I was so angry I couldn’t speak. I clenched my fists at my sides, felt my jaw grow stiff, when to my surprise, I heard a voice in my head say “I love you.” I looked at my child’s tearful face and realized that he was fully aware of how angry I was; he didn’t need to hear me say it. What he did need was reassurance. So I knelt down, took him by the hands and said, “I love you.” And oh, the relief that flooded my body and my son’s face!  To know that, despite his misbehavior and disobedience, he was still loved!!!

It struck me then how important it is to express your love; not just when the warmth of it overwhelms your senses to the point you can’t help but say it, but when you are so angry you don’t want to.  Kids are strong, yet fragile. They aren’t fully in control of their actions, and can become frustrated at themselves when they feel they have disappointed a parent. Just to know that, despite their outburst, their behavioral faux pas, they are still loved…it can change everything.

Now, when one of my children does something that makes me angry, I remind myself of a few things.

1.) I’m not going to actually go insane because the kids are acting up.

2.) No, they really don’t try to infuriate me.

3.) This is the child I carried in my womb for nine months, in my arms for many more, and will carry in my heart for eternity.

Paby, Dewy, Mazzen, Baby#4: I love you. I always will.

Easter, 2011 photo by Jessica Johnson

by Lori Ann

Park Contemplations

10 links I enjoyed this past month:

  • 50 Problem Words & Phrases from Daily Writing Tips
    the grammar nerd in me loved gloating over how well I do at NOT having these problems… for the most part!
  • Booking It in 2011 from Life As a Mom
    I was looking at this for inspiration; I think it’d be really fun to have a MamaWit book club, what about you?
  • Why Preschool Shouldn’t Be Like School on Slate
    really interesting to me as a Mama who originally planned on (and was trained for) being a teacher and now intends to homeschool
  • Kitchen Garden Planner from Gardener’s Supply Company
    a really useful tool we’re bookmarking as we proceed in our research for a sustainable agriculture business!
  • Orphan Dolls™ to Africa by Faith on etsy
    heard about this handmade doll shop on the radio; the dolls are just $20 and 100% of the profits go to Orphans in Africa!
  • Charlotte Mason’s Home Education in Modern English from Ambleside Online
    homeschooling (really more like home”learning”) for little ones
  • From the big sister to the little brother from the gypsy mama
    a sweet reflection on Christ in us here, now, alongside us through the messes and mistakes of daily life
  • How to teach sharing by giving up control by mamaeve
    watching our littles learn sharing together… I’m not completely in agreement with the RIE philosophy she mentions, but see my comment on the post for my own experience with kids and sharing
  • Harriette Taylor Treadwell’s Reading Primers
    a homeschool literature/reading resource; the Kindle ebook versions are just $1.99!
  • my “Baby Folk & Calm” music station on Pandora
    it doesn’t always pick what we like, but usually does pretty good!

by Lori Ann

Dutch Pancake

I had never heard of Dutch Pancakes (also called Oven Pancakes) until I searched for pancake recipes using lots of eggs. They fluff it up nicely, resulting in a texture similar to french toast. Baba hates eggs but loves this recipe, so it makes its rounds for our weekly pancake breakfasts!

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