Happy 2012!

Today we sat around

and 

cooked

collard greens,

black eyed peas,

and smoked baby back ribs.

Welcome 2012!

 

XOXO,

Millyroux

Merry Christmas!

Merry, Merry Christmas!

And a...

Happy New Year!!

Hugs,

XOXOXO

Little MAE and Little LGE

Greatful

I love these two kids.

I am blessed beyond any measure.

We completed two successful weeks back to work.

Our days start early and end late.

We've battled traffic, 

colds, coughs, sneezes,

doctor visits, shots,

death by frozen dinners, 

lost iPads, lost keys, lost tears,

bottles, bottles, bottles,

diapers, diapers, diapers, wipes,

spilt coffee, spilt milk, and spilt emotions,

all with a fare share of tea {w/honey} and sympathy.

But we survived.

And I am always reminded of my own mother who'd say,

if you haven't forgotten the kids, then all is well.

All is well.

:)

Hugs and Kisses!

Millyroux & Co

Unhappy Feet and then I've Got Hands

Two weeks ago, 

Matthew Magoo went to his first soccer practice.

He looked absolutely adorable in his practice gear,

but unfortunately, when he met the field, 

things did not go as planned.

So maybe we'll try something else next season.

Also, it was about two weeks ago that

Little Lilly Bean started smiling!

And she also found

her hand....

{of course, necessary to finding the hand 

is that tongue}

Ah, and then she found the other 

hand!

Hugs,

Millyroux

Weekend Phone Pics

This past weekend Mr. MAE 

went on a bit of hike.  

While he was gone,

Little MAE and I routinely sent him these phone pics

to keep him up to date on the E family events.

~Breakfast~

~Morning Playtime~

~Animal Round Up!~

~Nap Time~

~Dinner Date with Baker Smurf~

~Dinner~

~Pre Oil Change Play Break~

~Oil Change Nap~

~Before Haircut~

~After Haircut~

After 30+ miles on the AT

Mr. MAE returned 

home safe and sound
{with sore legs, an insane appetite and a monster share of crazy stories}.

Hugs, Millyroux

Every Tear Drop is a Waterfall

Dear Matthew-Magoo and Lily-Bean,

There is a God.  I know this because of a long life filled with many answered prayers.  I wouldn't have enough room in this blog to write all the prayers God has answered in my life, but here I write the two when you came into our lives.

First.  Matthew.  I walked in to the Operating Room and the nurse flipped on the lights and there it was in the center of the room - a cold metal table fashioned in the shape of a crucifix!  The nurse told me to "just hop up onto that table" and I remember thinking, "I'm going to die up there on that table"!  Seriously, I did believe I was going to die.  And I am sure I shared this thought of death during childbirth with most every Mom across the ages.  But  obediently, like a lamb to the slaughter, I hopped up onto the table just as requested, terrified of what would come next.  And so I prayed a pitiful prayer in that moment sitting atop that cold metal table, "God where are you?  I'm scared.  Please be here with me and this child."  In that same moment, I looked up and I saw a familiar face - it was Dr. S.  She gave me a huge hug (to help me bend over for the needle behind me) and there down inside her scrubs, I saw it - a gleaming golden cross hanging on a golden chain alongside her wedding band.  God answered me. He was there all along.  But answering that prayer and showing me where He was washed a peace over me that I have only felt one other time.  And I'm sure you know the rest of the story.  Matthew, you came safely into this world, and no, I didn't die that day.

Second.  Lily, but not least.  Four years later, I was wheeled into that OR again and it was still there - that cold metal table!  This time the nurses helped lift me up on the table (which was good, because I wouldn't have complied if asked a second time).  Again, I felt like a lamb to the slaughter and was even more terrified of dying this time and leaving Matthew and you without a Mother.  Dr. S came in again but had to leave to check on another patient.  In walks the anesthesiologist and now I know the needle is coming next and I'm terrified there will be no-one to hold me this time as they stab me in the back.  And so I pleaded, "God, where are you?".  And in that moment, Dr. C walks in and asks me if I have my iPod.  "My iPod?", I replied confused.  "Yes, your iPod", she said explaining that many mothers bring theirs as part of their birth plan.  Gosh, I wish I had known that before.  So instead she asks for a radio station I'd like, but I was too terrified for my brain to work right to respond with a choice.  So she says she'll pick something for me. Of all the songs, she picked my favorite song.  And in that moment, I knew God was there with us, playing Mommy's favorite song.  That's the second time I felt that great peace.  And no, I didn't die that day either and Lily, you came into this world, safe and sound just like your brother.

So those are my stories of when you both came into this world and when God answered my prayers.

Hugs,
Millyroux

P.S.  A video here for you Lily and Matthew!

Adjustment

There has been

an

adjustment in our family.

Not every day in the E household

has been a pretty as these pictures.

~

There have been 

days

where

I though Little MAE 

{resident former only child}

was 

{and let me say this kindly}

less than nice to little LGE.

~

Oh yes, since little LGE arrived, 

there have been moments

where I've caught Little MAE

bouncing Little LGE, say much higher than the bouncy seat was ever intended,

smushing {yes, my word} her passy, perhaps further  in her mouth than she appreciated,

driving cars, trucks, and tanks across her feet until she screamed,

and once caught in the act of said above,

even proved to grin that grin

that I can only describe as one similiar to the Grinch.

~

For weeks, I have thought,

oh no, whatever will I do?

Is every firstborn out to get the second?

I don't remember ever being this way?

~

Alas, 

I think we may have turned the corner.

Yesterday, I dropped Little LGE's bottle top,

and Little MAE,

washed, dried and brought it back to me.

And driving home from an errand,

reached over and placed a passy gently back into 

crying LGE's mouth.

He told me today,

"Mommy, I'm her protector".

~

And so it goes...

blood is indeed thicker than water.

~

Hugs and Kisses,

Millyroux