Sunday, February 14, 2010

Dedicated

Our church doesn't do baby dedications very often, and we chose not to participate in one immediately after we brought Lydia home as it seemed a little intimidating to be the center of attention so soon after we became a family. Understanding her nature a little more now, it might not have mattered a bit. She's probably always going to be a little on the vocal (and LOUD) side, regardless of the circumstances.
The happy family ready to walk on stage.
On stage as the verse we chose was read, "For this child I prayed, and the Lord has given me my petition which I asked of Him. So I have also dedicated him to the Lord; as long as he lives he is dedicated to the Lord..." (1 Samuel 1:27-28)
We were blessed to have my brother and sister and two of Lydia's cousins present, and unexpectedly blessed that my friend, Katie & her husband Brian, visited during this sevice, too.

It was a fantastic morning with temperatures nearing 50 degrees, and the snow was nearly all melted and gone. Right now? It's snowing BIG, FAT FLUFFY flakes, and it is a joy to watch the airy ballet those flakes perform as they fall to the ground.

May your week be blessed, filled with joy, wonder, beauty, and dedication to God's call to love.
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Saturday, February 13, 2010

1st hair cut

Lydia's hair had obviously been trimmed right before we met her. It was fairly straight across (with a slight diagonal slant) in the back. Once, I even trimmed where her hair came to a funny point in the front. But today we went to Walmart for a REAL haircut.
The bribe was that she'd get to go to a certain chicken place afterward for a milkshake & fries if she was very, very still while the stylist worked.
Lydia really, really TRIED to be still, and the results show that she was reasonably successful. After I'd paid Karla and left her a very generous tip (and she totally earned it), Lydia was rewarded with a Winnie the Pooh balloon plus the milkshake and fries.
Gene had said he didn't know who would cry more: me or Lydia. In the end, no tears were shed. Just a few inches of hair...
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Saturday, February 6, 2010

A very bad mom

In which I confess my short comings:
We took Lydia to our local Families with Children from China's Chinese New Year event tonight, and I failed to bring our camera. That, however, is just the tip of the iceberg.

You see, I WANT my daughter to have some appreciation of what it means to be Chinese. I TRY to attend as many of the FCC events as I can. I even read books like My First Chinese New Year. I read it Thursday, as a matter of fact.

Tonight, Gene got Lydia dressed in her red silk outfit, and we were off to celebrate our daughter's birth culture with other families like ours. We took Keith & Lisa with us since they will be Lydia's godparents.

As we walked into the building, Lydia looked at all the other little boys and girls from China and asked me, "Where's Santa?" Yes, she did. Probably because the last time we were with this group of children was at the Christmas party. So, I explained that Santa was part of Christmas, but we were there to celebrate Chinese New Year. She still wanted to know where Santa was, and I explained that he was up at the North Pole with the elves busily making toys for good little girls and boys for NEXT Christmas which was 11 months away.

Lydia ate Chinese food, participated in the Ribbon Dance and the Dragon Dance (she really did her own thing, for the most part), and had a great time doing the craft activities. I thought we'd had a really great evening when I asked, "Ok, are you ready to go now?"

"No. I want to wait for Santa Claus." So, I'll see you guys in about 11 months...

Thursday, February 4, 2010

My poor little baby girl isn't feeling well. We went to the doctor, and got 2 prescriptions she did NOT like. She slept fitfully last night, and she woke at one fussing. I went in to check on her, and the only thing that would console her was the promise that I'd lie on the floor next to her bed for a while. I dragged her big ladybug pillow over, draped a blanket over me, and the next thing I knew I was fairly stiff at 4am.

At 5am the dogs woke Lydia or Lydia woke the dogs. I brought her into my bed in the hopes of getting a little more rest if not actual sleep. Success!

However, she was still asleep at 8:30 and felt feverish. I was kicking myself for not trying to get some acetaminophen into her at 5am. What do you do, though? She needed the sleep, the struggle would have most certainly woken her up, and I'm really not at my best that early (stop laughing, Gene).

Lydia kept stirring without really waking, and I kept worrying. I leaned over and asked, "Lydia, do you want a popsicle for breakfast?" Her eyes flew open, she said, "YES!" and she was out of bed in a flash.

So, in short order, she was awake, had taken her medicine, and was better hydrated. For once, I felt like a very clever momma.