Thursday, April 7, 2016

Birthday Preparations

The gifts are piling up. Cakes are baked, iced and stacked waiting to be decorated. Groceries are in the fridge and cupboards. The house is getting cleaned. Some little girl’s 1st birthday is coming up!

Emry will be a whole year old on Sunday. I am taking Friday off to get ready for it. Mostly to decorate a cake. I haven’t decorated a cake in about ten or so years since one of Sally’s friends gave us lessons (and I’m pretty sure I was on the edge of failing). But stencils are very handy things. Several hours to work on it very slowly will probably help, too. Vacuuming, sweeping, mopping and putting things in their proper places won’t take half as long as the cake.

On Friday we’re also going to get our one year old pictures taken. We have our dresses, hair ribbons and shoes all ready. Since we’re usually a very happy little girl, I’m not too worried that things will go awry. Still, you never know!

On Saturday is our party. I will be very busy getting everything ready as Ed is working all morning and then headed straight to the south of city to collect the grandparents. Ed’s brother, his wife and their three girls might stop by as well. All in all, a quiet party – but that’s okay. It will still be plenty of fun!


And next week I will post pictures!

Sunday, April 3, 2016

I'm an Aunt Again!


Welcome Benny!


Benito Joseph Luis Sturm

7 pounds, 8 ounces; 20 ¼ inches

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Easter Weekend

We had a big Easter weekend, if big means we tried a lot of new things. Some were fun. Some were…well, maybe not quite so fun.

We discovered that we like basketball. We went to eat at Red Robin on Saturday afternoon. The women’s college basketball March Madness was on. Emry sat in just the right spot that she could see the television and she was glued to the game. When it ended (Uconn stomped Mississippi – no surprise there) and the commentary came on, she became quite frustrated that they were no longer showing the game. Although she is quite tiny, we may have a future basketball player on our hands.

After some errands, we went by a park called Settler’s Cabin. We found a very nice play area to enjoy. First we were going to try those newer form of “baby” swings, the kind that look like you’re strapping them in to launch them into space (or, at least, a rollercoaster). We soon discovered that Emry is much too small for those (unless the shoulder bar is supposed to come down over your face…) So, we found an older set of swings that had the old fashioned bucket seat thing. Emry can just see over the top of those and doesn’t fill them by any means, but we thought we’d give it a shot. Although we did not cry in protest, we didn’t like it very much either. So, we just swung with Mama for a little while.

It might be a little while before we like swings…

 …but it’s not too bad if Mama holds us.

Next we went back over to the play area. Emry was quite excited to see all the other kids. She kept pointing at them and shouting “Hi!” to them. We picked a smaller slide to try sliding for the first time. Ed took her up and I stood at the bottom. We did it twice, but we were not very excited about that either. Maybe it was the sensation of sliding, or maybe it was the way the static made our hair stick out on end. Whichever it was, we were much happier when it was over and a dog came to visit. Dogs – not slides – are one of our favorite things.

On the slide with Papa.
  

Although we have an Easter basket, we didn’t hide or hunt for eggs this year. (Although we have been playing with the Easter eggs all week long.) For one, we simply didn’t have time. By the time we get up, and have breakfast, and take time to get all lovely it’s time to dash out the door for church. After church, we went up to the West End Overlook where you can see the three rivers meet and the city of Pittsburgh to take some pictures in our first Easter dress. Since church interferes with our morning nap (and we will not be held and fall asleep during church), we’re lucky if Mama can keep us awake so we can get home and into our crib before we’re out cold. Then it was off to Grandma’s for the afternoon where we tried ham for the first time. And since one nap a day simply isn’t enough, we came home and were put to bed as soon as Mama could get us there. Still, we had a very nice first Easter.

 Playing Peek-a-boo!

 He is risen indeed! Happy Easter!

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Happy 21st Birthday, Caleb!


Friday, March 25, 2016

Mine

You don’t have to have a sibling to be selfish.

I didn’t have a sibling until I was 2 ½ years old. For quite a while, I didn’t have to share my toys. I didn’t have to share my parents. I didn’t have to share my room. Everything I had was mine. And mine alone. I remember when Katey was born, but I don’t remember if I had trouble learning how to share. But watching Emry, I’m thinking I probably did.

Emry has entered the stage of knowing that something belongs to her. She knows that the little fork in her hand is hers. And so she gets mad when I take it from her to help her stab her green bean. Emry knows which toothbrush is hers. And so she gets angry when I take it because five minutes is quite long enough to clean two small teeth. Emry also knows that almost every toy in this house is belongs to her. And so she cries when I start putting them away so we can go to bed.

You don’t have to have a sibling to be selfish.

Maybe it’s our sin nature of denying our sin nature is really that bad that we think an only child isn’t as selfish as the child with a sibling. After all, an only child doesn’t really have to share anything. And you’re not selfish if you’re not required to share, right? Sometimes you really have to laugh at the creative ways we can come up with denying our own sin! Because while Emry may not have to share her dollhouse, or her fish sticks, or her Easter eggs with anyone; not a day goes by (as late) when we’re not crying because we want something Mama says we can’t have or we’re done playing with.

You don’t have to have a sibling to be selfish.

Like us all, Emry is learning the hard way that not everything in her little realm is “mine”. Truthfully, nothing is “mine”. It might be in our care, but everything we have is a gift from God and belongs to Him. And as my not-quite-one-year-old learns this all important lesson, I am daily reminded of how I still need to learn this lesson. That I am innately selfish. And it is good to share.