Unrestricted Self-expression

For all of you who live in the area and see Annalia on a regular basis, you have probably noticed that she is not one for wearing pants. In fact, the only time getting her into pants is NOT a fight, is when we have a jammie day. (Apparently pj pants are ok - I haven't introduced her to nightgowns yet.)

When I had girls, I was actually pretty excited at the chance to dress them up in cute/trendy outfits while I take them for outings and people say "oh, look at those adorable girls, aren't they just so cute." Actually, I have noticed that people are nicer to you when your kids look presentable.

Well, now that Annalia likes to have a say in what she wears, I have had to decide just what is important. Do I want to argue over whether her legs and arms are covered, or whether the shirt under her "cold" dress matches the tights she is wearing (let alone the dress.) Often I am able to suggest or manipulate her into at least a decent combination.

Last week, I decided to let her have at it. I told her that she could pick out whatever she wanted to wear (the rule of covering shoulders and legs still applied - it is cold out there!) and that I wouldn't suggest or change anything. Enjoy.

I think this was day 2 of Self-Expression Week. I had great intentions of taking pictures and blogging each day. But really, who are we kidding. I am lucky if I post a blog once a month.

(I told her to smile, I guess it was opposite day.) I was so glad when she picked out this dress. It was the first time she has worn it and I thought "Oh, yes! A simple black dress. How could she possible find a shirt that DOESN'T match?" Well, leave it to Annalia.

She also likes to pick out Naomi's clothes. But, since I had made no promises regarding Naomi's wardrobe, I vetoed the red sweatpants she had picked out for under this "dress".

She was thrilled with the rules this week. Normally, this is an "at home only" dress. But, she tested me, and I did say she could wear anything. So, this is what she wore to preschool. At least the shirt matched this time :) (Notice the ribbon around the head? Yeah, that was her idea too.)

Jesus has a big lap

I have learned a great many useful things from my friend Kimberly, but one little rhyme that I have loved, and the girls do it, is a little game called "This is the way the ladies ride." Both Annalia and Naomi love to sit on their Daddy's lap, while he bounces them up and down. It starts slow with the ladies riding. Speeds up a bit for the gentleman. It gets a little wild as they ride like cowboys. And then they go crazy fast as the cowgirls ride. (very feminist, I know, but it is a lot of fun.)

In Bible Study, we are going through the book of John, and Annalia has been learning so much. Of course, with her learning and understanding, comes lots and lots of questions. She knows that Jesus lives in her heart, and she knows that when she dies, she will get to go to heaven to be with Jesus. She also knows that Jesus loves children, and has heard the story many times of how Jesus invited all the children to come sit on his lap.

Now, as we wait for baby number 3 to come, Annalia and Naomi have noticed that my lap is starting to disappear. There is not longer enough room for both of them to sit comfortably for a story. I think this is a little upsetting to the both of them.

While in the car the other day, Annalia was asking her many, many questions. She told me that Jesus must have a really big lap, since he let all the kids come up on it. Then she told me that when she went to heaven to see Jesus, she was going to get up on his lap with all the other kids, and he would do "This is the way the Ladies ride." I thought it was pretty sweet.

The Death of Sharkbait, the Rebirth of Annalia

(Justin posted this of FB last week, and I thought it too important to not add here.)

Last week, Annalía asked Karlene to check on her Beta Fish that she affectionately named – Sharkbait. Apparently he didn’t seem to be eating his food, and when Karlene checked on him, he was as stiff as a board. When we told Annalía that her fish had died, we promised her that we would go to the store and buy more fish along with an aquarium. So, a few days later we picked up an aquarium with all the accessories and a handful of goldfish, a couple snails, and shrimp.

On the way out of the Walmart parking lot, I said, “Annalía, we have a lot of fish. How cool is that?”

“That’s so cool!” she responded excitedly.
A moment later, I heard “Abraham… Abraham… Abraham.”

“What does Abraham have to do with it?” I asked.

“Abraham and Lot,” she answered. It took me a second to realize that she had associated the word “a lot” with Lot the nephew of Abraham. I laughed.

“Daddy, was Lot a good person?” she asked.

I thought about Lot, his seemingly poor choices at time, but then again, he is listed in the Hebrews Faith Hall of Fame. “I think he was good person for the most part,” I answered.

Let me pause this story a moment to say that we’ve been blessed with a very articulate 3-year-old, which has proved to also be a challenge at times. Right now, we’re in the “why?” stage. Every answer we give, no matter how straightforward, is always responded by “why?”
As we continued our drive, our conversation switched back to her dead fish Sharkbait. “Why did Sharkbait die?” she asked. Since Sharkbait’s death, she’s been very inquisitive as to why he died and death in general, as morbid as it seems.

“He was old.” I answered. “Fish die when they get old.”

She seemed worried. “I don’t won’t to die.”

“I don’t want you to die either,” I responded. “But you know, animals and people die. Sometimes accidents happen or people get old.”

“Why?”

I thought about saying something like “because that’s just what happens,” but a truly inquisitive child deserves so much more. “Because,” I explained, “Adam and Eve disobeyed God, and because they disobeyed God and sinned, everyone has to die. But you know what Jesus said?”

“What?”

“Jesus said, that if you follow Him, you will go to heaven.”

“So, I won’t die?” she asked.

“Well, people still die here on earth, but they get to go to heaven and be with Jesus.”

She seemed a little scared of heaven. Then again, she’s scared of everything. “I don’t want to go to heaven,” she responded.

“Well,” I explained, “heaven is a wonderful place. But those who don’t follow Jesus sadly go to hell – a place filled with fire.”

“I want to go to heaven,” she stated. “Daddy, will Sharkbait go to heaven?”

Again, her question was beyond my theological understanding. I quickly mentally scanned my Scripture knowledge indexed in my head and then the Disney movies like “All Dogs Go to Heaven,” but I didn’t really know the answer to that question. I thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure,” I responded.

We pulled into the driveway. I thought about getting her out and taking her inside; it was past her bedtime. But I stopped myself. “Annalía, would you like to follow Jesus?”

“Yes,” she responded.

“Well, would you like to tell him that you’d like to follow Him?”

I didn’t need to prompt her further. I didn’t need to say, “repeat after or me” or anything like that. Before I even finished that sentence. She was praying. “Jesus, I want to follow you. I don’t want to go to the bad place. Thank you for dying for me. Amen.”

One theological question I’ve pondered so much in the past year or so is the issue of salvation and the whole “once saved always saved” debate, along with what does it mean to believe in Jesus. As I’ve interacted more and more with teens who come from Christian homes and call themselves Christians (perhaps even said “the sinner’s prayer”), I’ve wondered about the legitimacy of their commitments, especially when studies show that 80% of them will walk away from their faith in their early twenties. “What does it mean to believe in Jesus? How do we follow Him? Can people say the sinner’s prayer and then just turn away from following Christ? Are they saved?” These are just a few of the cognitive questions I’ve been asking, not for my own salvation sake, but to better effectively explain to others about the significance of our commitments to Christ. When answering Annalía’s questions, I wanted to use terms that translate to our language, which is why I said “follow” instead of “believe.” As I studied John 6 this week for Bible Study Fellowship, I came to the realization that a lot of people want to follow Jesus for various reasons. The people in John 6 wanted free physical food, others do so because they don’t want to go to hell, but I believe Jesus wants us to follow Him because we love Him – because just as for the same reason we married our spouses, we want to spend every moment with Him. These commitments, I believe, will be much stronger because their foundation is greater. I tried not to focus on hell too much in our brief conversation, knowing that Annalía is afraid of absolutely anything – animals, water, amusement park rides, slides, etc. I didn’t want to scare her into following Jesus. I wanted His love to beckon her to do so.

As I sat in the front, and listened to her prayer from the back seat, I was so excited to be a part of leading Annalía to Christ. What an awesome opportunity to see a blooming seed that has been watered by so many people from church and Bible Study Fellowship and so on. I even thought about a friend of ours at church, who from the time we mentioned that we were going to have a baby, has on many occasions prayed that she would come to know Jesus at an early age.

While I would like to breathe a huge sigh of relief and say, “she’s going to heaven,” I realize that now begins the tough moments of following through on her commitment. “Annalía,” I said, “I’m so proud of you. Mommy and Daddy want to help you follow Jesus. So, we’re going to remind you of your decision, okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

An R.C. Sproul podcasthas been resonating in my ears. On one of his episodes having to do with Joshua, he talks about the phrase, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Dr. Sproul said something like, “What does it mean to train up a child? Does it mean we hope that at some point they’ll come to follow the Lord just by hearing about it? No, it’s more than that. It’s an active training and teaching and molding of our children.” The most important thing we can do as parents, relatives, and friends now is to tell her how proud we are, remind her of her commitment, and help her to live every day following Jesus.

With kids, you always wonder how “real” those commitments are, and if they’ll just forget it about it in an hour or two. Well, on Thursday, a few days after her decision, as we were going around a circle saying what we were thankful for, without any prompting, Annalía said, “I’m thankful for following Jesus.”

I’ve never been prouder to see my daughter taking those first baby steps in her lifetime commitment of following her Heavenly Father.

God Bless this Home on All Hallows Eve

As a child, I never went trick-or-treating. It was something my family just didn't do. Oh, I still got to dress up at the school party (which was all I cared about), and in highschool I organized a food drive during Halloween which allowed me to dress up in my toga and drag my angel sister around Dodge Center. So, when I married someone who walked his neighborhood until the rip old age of 15, Halloween was something we had to compromise on. And, in my love for dressing up, I opted towards Justin's upbringing. However, this was the first year that Annalia got excited about it. Of course, she is a child, and any holiday is exciting. One morning, we were watching a Halloween episode of Super Why and I was great disturbed by the message. Basically, one of the characters is scared of Halloween, and the Super Story Answer was "PRETEND." He didn't have to be scared because everything is pretend. That bothered me. As a Christian, I do not believe that witches and evil spirits are pretend. I believe in God and the angels, which also means I have to face the fact that there is a devil with demons. In fact, I think ignoring this can open the door to a lot of problems.

So, naturally, I didn't want Annalia thinking this. It was time to do my research. I knew that Halloween was actually the Eve of All Saints Day, but I needed to know more. True, it is mainly Celtic in origin. Very pagan. But, like many pagan customs, the Church did its best to take what the Devil was using for his gain, and give Christians an opportunity to celebrate something holy. Enter in, All Saints Day, a kind of "Veteran's Day" for all recognized, and unrecognized saints. Of course, the traditions of Samhain (the Celtic festival) still persisted, but the Christians were able to focus their energy on the victory we have over the powers of darkness. I was pleased to learn that trick-or-treating actually has a pleasant history. In the middle ages, poor people used to go around and beg for "soul cakes." Upon receiving this food, they

promised to pray for the saints.

Annalia loves to hear stories, we make them up all the time. So, this week, I have been telling her the good stories of All Saints Day. Talking about the people who have lived before us who have loved Jesus with their whole heart and life. We talk about the poor people who were able to get food on All Hallows Eve, and in return they prayed for the Saints. We also talked about how God is bigger than any scary thing out there, and those who have Jesus in their hearts don't have to be scared. (We'll get into the reality of evil when she is a little older.)

My joy was complete tonight, as Annalia's trick-or-treating was turned into a prayer walk. She joyfully "flew" to each home, and received her treat. And as we left, we said a short prayer, blessing each home. Eventually, she didn't need any prompting, and it was then her joy to pray for each person who had blessed her with a treat.

(note-Naomi had a GREAT time too. She figured the system out pretty quickly, and insisted on holding her own bag, as she walked to each home. She was adorable!)

Happy Birthday, My Naomi

Dearest Naomi,

You turn 1 today, and it 

has been a bit emotional for me.  Excitement as I prepare to celebrate, ennui as I think of how fast the year has gone, and a little guilt for how little I have documented this first year of life for 

you.  Believe me daughter, it hasn't been for a lack of things to say, for you are always learning and doing something new.  So today, I wanted to return to the blog, and tell you just what this past year has meant for me.

When we brought you home from the hospital, I was amazed at how perfectly and immediately you fit into our family.  Those first peaceful days were dreamy and wonderful, and honestly, I feel as if they never ended.  You have grown into this beautiful, sweet child that brings a peace to the whole household. 

 

I have fallen in love with you, my little Naomi.  I have watched your personality develop this past year.  I can tell already that you have a gentle spirit.  But not in that "wall-flower" type way.  You are so playful and always ready to have fun. You smile does something to my heart - it just makes me feel good.  

I am sitting here, and thinking about why we chose your name.  And I am so glad it fits.  At first, I wasn't sure I liked the meaning of

 Naomi for you.  Naomi is a Hebrew name, meaning "Pleasant."  I almost thought it was too boring, or too plain of a meaning.  But as I get to know you, I see what a blessing that quality is.  You have this amazing ability to calm my spirit, and I pray that quality will continue to develop as you grow into the woman God will have you be.  You middle name is Abri, a French word for "shelter." I know, it seems kind of weird and meaningless, but I promise it is not.  L'Abri is an organization, begun by Francis Shaeffer, offering a physical and emotional refuge for Christians in Europe.  Your Daddy and I wonder if your gentle spirit will manifest in your life in a similar way.  Perhaps friends will find in you a supernatural comfort; a Pleasant Shelter.

Well NayNay, it has been an awesome year with you.  I really have loved every moment. You are such an amazing person already (and you can't even talk yet!)  I look forward

 to watching you grow, physically, mentally, and spiritually.  You have won my heart, mi Noemi.

ER visit

So, Annalia has not had the most wonderful trip to California so far.  Upon arriving at Nathan and Angi's house Monday night (after a full day of traveling, very well I might add) she was acting kind of funny.  Then I picked her up, and she threw-up all over me.  We thought it was just some bad chicken nuggets.  But when we started driving to the home we were staying at, she kept throwing up.  She continued to have episodes until midnight.  The next day, we thought she was feeling better, but she had a couple episodes on the way to Sea World.  She again, had a couple episodes on the way home.  By Wednesday morning, her stomach wouldn't hold anything.  Food was coming up almost immediately after she ate it.  We contacted our insurance, and they said they do not cover California (so much for a PPO), but they would cover emergency care.  So, we took her to the ER (quite possibly the best ER experience ever).  There was no one ahead of us, and we were seen immediately. (although it didn't start out that great when they insisted she have her temp taken rectally)  

 decided to give her an IV to get fluids in her.  Of course, though, because she was dehydrated, it was not easy.  The (not so perfectly nice) nurse started poking her, she thought she got it, but the IV blew, and they had to start again.  The same nurse tried again, and Annalia was not very happy. (She kept saying "they're sticking me again, they're sticking me again!")  When it didn't work, they called in an IV tech, who was much better with kids.  She tried once, and we were all exhausted after it still didn't go.  Finally, on the 4th try, she got it.  While they drew blood, my poor girl was held down, as we all told her it was all done and no more needles.  But she had had it.  She tensed up, looked the nurse in the eyes and said with all the authority of a 2-year-old "THAT"S ENOUGH!"  

Once the IV was running, we could see the color return to her face.  She fell into a shallow sleep, and we were released a couple hours later.  We even made it back for Christmas Eve dinner.  

However, right after dinner, Justin and I started vomiting.  We were both so violently sick, that Angi drove us home, and helped us get ready for bed.  Shortly after she left, Naomi started vomiting.  I knew there was no way I could take care of her (I could barely move my stomach was in such sharp pain.) so I called my mom, and she came over and nursed us through the night as Justin, Naomi and I were continually sick.  Finally, by morning, we were all feeling much better.  Annalia has had one episode for the past couple nights, but she is acting like herself during the day.  We are praying that tonight (6 days later) will be the first night without being sick.

Naomi is 6 months old.

Just wanted to post an updated picture of Naomi.  She is 6 months old now, and just a doll.  Reaching for everything, playing with her sister, saying "dadada, and baba."  I will try to get some more updated pictures of the 2 of them.  Man, they grow up so fast.