Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Ziva had her 9 month check up today, and she is in perfect health! (Kill the fatted calf, let's have a party!) Doctor said she is doing all the things a 9 month old baby should be doing, and all the things a 9 month old baby shouldn't be doing (i.e., getting into trouble!). Here are her latest stats:
Length: 29 inches (90th percentile)
Weight: 18 pounds, 1 oz (45th percentile)
Head: 17 3/4 cm (80th percentile)
Confession: I'm not totally sure if they measure heads in inches or centimeters, but 18 inches seems like a lot! However, I don't think I could even tell you what a centimeter looks like (so much for education). So who knows. Probably all of you reading this. The main point is, she is still long and lean (I expect she'll be taller than me by the time she's in about 5th grade), but it looks like her head is getting bigger! It looks totally proportionate though, so I'm not worried. She's such a cutie!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
We are so overwhelmed and grateful for the gift from whoever it may be. I think I'm even more overwhelmed simply because we didn't need any of those things. The giver could have given to another family who actually needed clothes or toys, who had children old enough to know the difference....and I realized that while the gifts were really for Ziva, the message is for me: "How great is the love the Father has lavished upon us." I don't often look for the extravagance of God's love...it just doesn't come naturally to me. I easily expect Him to provide for my needs, but I don't expect much beyond that, even though the Bible talks about God giving us what we want, not just what we need. This gift was a whispered reminder that His love for me really is extravagant, over-the-top, running over, lavished on me.
Thank you, Lord, for Your great love. May we know how wide, long, high, and deep it truly is.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Ziva is turning into such a little social butterfly. When I picked her up yesterday Miss Angie told me that when Allie, the youngest baby of the bunch, arrived, Ziva lunged at her and gave her a big kiss. (She does know what kisses are, but hers are awfully sloppy!) And then today Angie and Steph told me that Ziva waved at a group of 5th grade boys who had come by to visit. That's the first time she's waved, and we've been working on that, so that's exciting.
Now that Christmas is coming, and this is our first Christmas with a baby, I've been thinking a lot about how Jesus came as a baby. Of course that's a simple, obvious thing, but now that I really know what a baby's life is like inside and out, it takes on a little different meaning....more amazing, that the Creator King would condescend to wrap Himself in a baby's body and submit Himself to the care of others for such a long time. I hope and pray that we are able to keep our focus on the glory of that "holy invasion" (thanks to Frederick Buechner for the phrase) this Christmas season. Below is one of my favorite poems, and it just happens to be about Jesus' birth, but it's not the typical Christmas poem. This is one of the treasures teaching has afforded me.
"The Journey of the Magi"
"A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter."
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley.
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins,
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
We headed to my parents' house in the afternoon for our Thanksgiving day celebrations. Our friends Mike, Brooke and Eden came, and Ziva had so much fun chasing and playing with Eden. Even though Ziva's not walking yet, she crawls so fast she still gave Eden a run for her money! We're expecting some steps very soon. Ziva can stand for a few seconds unsupported, and we think it's more psychological than anything else that she's not doing more. If she's got something in her hand, even if it's not actually supporting her weight, she stands better....she just thinks she's being supported, but she's really doing it on her own. So once she figures that out, watch out!
My cousin Katie joined us for Thanksgiving, too. She hadn't seen Ziva in a few months and was astonished by how big she's gotten! It was really fun to have her with us for the holiday.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
My $5 beauty college haircut. It took an hour and some intervention by the instructor, but I think the final product isn't half bad!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Today she made another pudding painting for Thanksgiving. I wish you could see the picture they got of her when she realized the paint was not only edible, but delicious!
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Getting ready for the cold weather!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
She's getting over an ear infection this week...she had a couple rough days (but she was extra snuggly then), but she's back to normal now.
I found a really cute idea that I'm hoping we can try in the next week or so for "turkey cookies." You trace your kid's hand on cardboard and use it as a cookie cutter (or tracer, I guess). You cut out cookies the shape of the hand and decorate them to look like turkeys. Cute! Ziva's hands are still pretty teeny, but they'll make cute little cookies for Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Here's what Vince and I discussed and I shared with them, in case anyone out there is also freaking out and/or cares:
- God is not surprised by Obama's victory....in fact, He allowed it, and He has good reasons (Romans 13:1-2)
- God is in control...always has been, always will be
- God commands that we obey our leaders and submit to them (He doesn't say "only if you agree with them")
- We need to pray for our new president
The last thing I told them comes from 1 Samuel, which I've been "coincidentally" reading in the morning. I'm right around the part where Israel asks for a king, and God gives them what they want even though they're rejecting Him in the process. In 1 Samuel 12:13-15 it says, "Now therefore, here is the king whom you have chosen, whom you have asked for, and behold, the Lord has set a king over you. If you will fear the Lord and serve Him, and listen to His voice and not rebel against the command of the Lord, then both you and also the king who reigns over you will follow the Lord your God. If you will not listen to the voice of the Lord, but rebel against the command of the Lord, then the hand of the Lord will be against you, as it was against your fathers."
Do you see how it says the responsibility for right choices and holy living is up to US, not our leaders? Regardless of whether or not we're happy with the person in office, we have a responsibility to keep God's commands. That's all we can be responsible for, and God tells us not to worry about the rest.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Ziva had fun playing with Mike and Brooke's daughter, Eden. We really like their family...they moved from Florida to Oklahoma just about a year before we did (with a little baby), Brooke was a teacher before having Eden, and Mike is a huge Chicago fan, so we feel like slightly different versions of each other.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Here are a few pictures from the last couple weeks. It's been cold, and it's been fun dressing Ziva up in some new clothes. We attempted the pumpkin patch this week on Vince's day off, but it was way too windy and cold, so we're planning to try again this week.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
All bundled up after a bath
Tomorrow Ziva will have two new babysitters, a couple of my senior girls from school. School's out, which means no baby room, but we have parent teacher conferences, so we're trying out new sitters. It will be nice to add more people to the list of possibilities that we know we can trust! These girls seem great, so hopefully Ziva likes them. We know they'll love her!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Ziva has become much more interested in playing, looking, touching, and squirming than eating, so we have to get creative sometimes with her feedings!
Playing with Mommy...she's almost looking at the camera!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
We both have amazing parents that we love, and we are so thankful for all that they've taught us (and still teach us!), but we are also incredibly thankful for "the village" that came alongside our parents and poured their lives into ours. We have often talked about the special people that invested in us along the way, and I think those people are a huge part of our passion now to invest in teens.
One fun thing I always remember about Vicki is that anytime we did anything--watched a movie, went to camp, took a trip--she always wanted to know "What was your favorite part?" And my favorite part about Kerwin and Vicki is that people always mattered more than possessions. Their home was ALWAYS open to kids, which meant it wasn't perfect. We parked on their grass, we tracked mud on the carpet, we ate their food, we spilled their food on their furntiure and floor, we made messes in the bathroom and just about anywhere else....but we never felt even a hint of impatience, annoyance, or anger. Opening your home to half the teenagers in Owasso is messy, but we knew they loved us and that has eternal significance. A perfect house, not so much.
I love the Dees. Theirs was the house I went to when I first heard my mom's cancer was terminal, and I'm so glad that on that and many other occasions, their own agenda wasn't more important than their hospitality. Vince and I have already decided that ours will be that house in 10, 12, 16 years, and as long as we have kids at home. I'm thankful for the model I had in my own parents, in the Dees, and in many others, that people are more important than stuff. I pray that will be a lesson that Ziva learns not just from me and Vince, but from her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers, friends...everyone that has been and will be a part of her village.