Seven Ordynas

Despite their faces. We had a wonderful Christmas. David was upset because he didn't find the pickle on the tree. Eden was in one of her 'serious face' moods and Ruth was oblivious to the fact I was trying to take a picture.

Eden beaden is 6. She is silly and emotional. She is stubborn and kind. She likes kindergarten. Today she took an air freshener from the bathroom, wrapped it up and gave it to her teacher as a Christmas gift. True to her nature, she does things independently. She just DOES things. She decided that our stockings needed names on them. How were we suppose to know whose was who? So, he took a permanent marker and wrote all of our names on the stockings.
Last week Eden lost another bottom tooth. I think that makes 6. Her two front teeth are starting to grow in. She is a great older sister. It is a joy to see her and Ruthie play. She likes to play with David but she also teases him. She likes to do crafts and color. She still loves to dance. She loves to hear true stories about my childhood. She is a delight. I love you.

David turned 5 years old last week. The day came and went. All he wanted to do was open presents! He didn't even eat dinner. Once the presents were opened, he played the night away.

For the past 5 birthdays (yep...all of them ) Paul has either had a final or been studying for a final on his birthday. Good thing this kid is easy to please. If he gets toys..then it is a perfect day!

David has a tender heart. A few weeks ago I was having a bad day. I went in my room and laid on the bed. I was crying. David came in the room, crawled on the bed and grabbed my hand. He said, "Mom, I berry love you."


Tonight he said the family prayer. It was his usual 3 line prayer:
"Heavenly Father. Thank you for the blessing. Thank you for the day. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Paul told him to try again and think of more things to say. He did. It was a long prayer. My favorite line was, "Don't say you hate your family."

Happy Birthday David
(p.s. He does not like being called Dave)

Stage 1: Newborn, waking up every 2-3 hours.

Stage 2: Only waking up once a night, 2 naps a day.

Stage 3: Sleeping through the night in a crib, one afternoon nap.

Stage 4: Sleeping in a big bed (because she climbs out of the playpen)! Which almost brings you back to stage 1 because it's impossible to control how and when they sleep since they have mobility.
*Interesting side note about Ruth. All my other kids LOVE when I lay down with them. They still beg me to sleep with them. The second day I was having a hard time getting Ruth to take a nap. I offered to lay down with her. I cuddled up next to her. Do you know what happened? I'll tell you.

This is also the stage of dutch tape. Ruthie now gets her diaper duct taped because she won't leave it on. Eden & David went through this same phase. She isn't quite ready to be potty trained. I can't afford to go through 20 diapers a day, nor clean up poop everywhere!

I am happy to report that she is getting better. She has been taking naps in her bed (most days). It is the cutest thing to see her come out of her room all by herself in the morning. I love her so much. We still have no idea who she looks like. She has a big forehead. Her eyes are wide apart and her nose is smashed. We love her to pieces.

I can hear her loud voice in my head. This is a spam of a few minutes: "no, mine. I 2. no, mine. crib. baby. mine. up. gum. gigi, papa. no, mine. baby. jump. carry me mom. please mom. drink. no, mine. Day-Day push. Candy? Gum? baby. crib. hat. blanket. no, mine."

"David, when you grow up and get married. Remember to pick a girl who does NOT smoke! Always remember that."

Eden rode the bus today. She also lost another tooth while brushing her teeth. Crisp clothes, bouncy curls and a shiny white backpack is so cute. The 3rd day still feels like the first. I wonder when the novelty wears off?

Everyone wants to sleep with Ruthie. Everyone (except ME) is trying to get Ruthie to sleep in a toddler bed. What is wrong with these people? Why would I ever want her out of the crib? When she has mobility she never sleeps.