My sweet baby girl, Vivian, sleeps through the night now. Hip hip hooray!!! I actually feel pretty rested today. For so many nights I'd get a stretch of sleep, yet the duration of months with lack of sleep outweighed the rest created by the good nights. I think we're over the hump. The two youngest have been sharing a room through all of this, so my family is an example of hope for any small house owners who read this. We made it work. However, the baby woke up at 6:08 am today, and I couldn't slip her out of Henry's room without being seen. He started crying for Mommy and warm milk. Most days I wake up to, "MOMMMMYYY, I'm awaaaake!" I then lie there and pray, "God, help me do your will today." I figure that pretty much covers all of the bases required to be a good mother, wife, and person in general. I try.
The girls are with their grandparents in Illinois. The house has an odd quiet to it, even with Henry and Vivian still home. We miss the big girls. They help me entertain Henry and hold Vivian. Evelyn has been singing with an absolutely beautiful voice, and Olivia is wise for her years and a great oldest child. I'll be thrilled upon their return. Henry keeps asking about them. I love his perception. One day when Vivian stayed home and I took the older kids on an errand, he said, "Mommy, where's your baby?" He knew she was missing from the van, and he wanted to make sure I was aware of the absence. I loved it! He keeps asking me where YaYa and Evie are. Then he'll remember and say, "They're with grandparents."
The girls said they were looking forward to their vacation because, "Grandma Mary lets us watch movies, and Grandpa Mike takes us to the candy store." What could be better?
I did a lot of praying yesterday during their drive to my parents' place. I hate it when they are on the highway without us. I need to worry less. It only makes me crazy.
Henry took another swimming lesson today after several weeks without attending. I've been working with him at our community pool, and he's really good for his age. I bet next summer when he's three it will all click with his coordination, and he'll be a little fish. His love this summer is hitting the baseball on the tee. Robbie and I are amazed at the skill with which he swings and hits the ball. His hand eye coordination is fantastic. With his love of all balls, an athletic and involved daddy, and some potential natural talent, we could be going to a lot of ball games for years to come. I have great memories from all of my little brother's athletic pursuits, so that sounds fun to me.
Henry let me get through a DVD workout this morning without crawling on or under me. That was helpful. I always tell Robbie how Henry asks to be held when I exercise, but Saturday he got to witness it for himself. Henry ducked under me as I did various moves, and he got on my back again and again during my floor work. For some reason he likes to stay very near me when I do my workouts, and he remains relatively calm. He'll also comment, "Oh, Mommy. You're all sweaty. You need shower."
He's been playing with a little horse that goes to the girls' dollhouse. He wants to sleep with it, and last night he asked Robbie to cover the horsie with a blanket knit by Kara (Snedegar) Vonderkall's mother when Henry was born. It was so cute. Henry will call to us as we leave his room at bedtime or naptime, "I love you, too! God bless you. Jesus loves you." Joy to my heart. That's what Henry does for this mama.
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