Jack:
Jack turned 7 about two and a half weeks ago. I can't quite wrap my mind around that. Tonight is his third night going to bed with croup. We saw the doctor this morning after a scary night of not being able to breath last night, and he was given some steroid treatment to help the inflammation, and we stopped at Costco and bought a humidifier since our old one broke, so we are hoping for a better night. He has been whispering for 2 days straight. Today is Friday and his first day of first grade is coming up on Tuesday so hopefully he's better! The first day of first grade is a big day to miss. It will be his first experience with all-day school, and aside from his practice-lunch day in kindergarten, it will be his first day eating in the cafeteria. I feel like I just did all this myself, I can't believe I have a child of my own doing it!!
Jack is still such an intuitive tender-hearted little boy. More than once he has told me that I'm a good mom to him and the kids, one being this morning after having a long hard night together. While I was up with him (and had previously been up with Xander, and am pregnant, sick, and super tired!) I had the depressing thought that I will never get enough sleep. I will never feel fully rested! I will never sleep a full night again! (Being in the sleep-deprived state I was in at 4 AM, yes, I was a bit dramatic in my mind). But then I realized how good it felt to be the "fixer". The past 2 nights Jack has come running in our room in a panic, not able to properly breath, and both nights it was me who was able to calm him and "fix" him. I love that my kids trust me (sometimes I wonder why!) and come to me when they need mommy fixing. As I was walking in the kitchen to get Jack some medicine I realized that I would do anything for these precious people! I guess you could call it a little tender mercy, but my attitude turned pretty quickly and I was full of love and gratitude that I was in a position to physically, mentally, spiritually care for these little children of God.
Jayci:
Jayci is our vivacious spit-fire, yet is a sweet, nurturing little wannabe-mommy. She loves taking care of Xander whenever she gets a chance. She's five years old and is starting kindergarten next week. We went to the kindergarten open house on Monday, where she got to meet her teacher and go on a little scavenger hunt to see around the classroom. She was SO excited to be there and is even more excited for school to start.
Xander:
Oh Xander! How we love having you in our family! One-year-olds are just the most precious beings. They are so full of trust and love, sweetness and innocence. They are hilarious, smart, and curious. Xander is no exception. He fills my heart to the brim each and every day. I love my children equally but Xander's age is just such a lovable one.
Today a low-flying helicopter flew directly over our house while we were relaxing in the front yard. Xander loves helicopters, airplanes, and pretty much anything that goes, so when he heard the noise and saw the helicopter in the distance he got pretty excited. But as if flew closer and closer he got scared and started crying, and then when it was about right over head he started screaming and dropped to the ground, probably thinking it was going to get him. He then ran to Jess, then me, and cried for a few minutes. I love looking into the mind of someone so young to try to see things as they see them.
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