Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Ruthie’s fifth month home!

Five months home!! This month had its share of ups and downs. 



We endured nearly three weeks of a soft food diet. We all did this together as Ruth was extremely jealous if we were eating something she couldn’t have. This included no forks. We ate spaghetti with spoons. It was an adventure. 



We went running several times at the rail trail. I was sick with a head cold which made it rather difficult to do all the things I normally do. Mamas shouldn’t be allowed to get sick. 



As Ruthie recovered from her surgery she was extra snuggly and I was able to rock her to sleep several times. As much as I would have loved for her to never need to go through surgery it was a really special time of bonding for us. 



I may have missed the first two years of her life and never rocked newborn Ruthie to sleep, but I am doing my best to make up for it. 



These two are as inseparable as ever. Caroline would really like Ruthie to share her bed. We’ll put that off as long as possible. 



Ruthie enjoyed her first Lampeter Fair and milkshakes. You can’t be a Lancaster girl without going to the fair. She missed the Solanco Parade as she was having surgery that day but we look forward to taking her next year. 



She was very proud of this chip clip that she won at the fair. 



The fall isn’t complete without going on some tractor rides around the yard. 



Fun with sisters!



Ruthie often yells “mom, Mom, Mooom, MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM” while I’m driving. When I glance back usually she is holding hands with these two sisters. *I was the passenger when I took this photo on the way to church.*



Ruthie was a trooper through a busy month of soccer four times a week between Abbey and Maggie. 



Running at the rail trail again!



Two pony tails! They look so cute but she doesn’t leave them in long. 



Loved our soft tacos on National Taco Day!



Of course, it wasn’t all fun and games. Here she is crying because I had to grind up her meatball while on the soft food diet. 



After-dinner books with daddy are the best. 



Red neck swimming in our retention basin with some frogs. 



Sister snuggles under a beautiful blanket made by Trent’s Aunt Joyce. 



Ruthie and her cousin Matteo. We had the joy of taking him with us one morning as we ran errands. Ruth is a year older than Matteo, to give you an idea of just how small she really is. 



Adorable, hand-holding cousins. 



Ruthie loved this hat we found at Party City. 



I thought she would like this barrel train ride at our church’s 300th anniversary celebration. 



I was wrong. 



Ruthie learned how to use a straw this month! This may not seem like a big deal, but for a child with cleft palate it’s a big accomplishment. 



As you can see, she is proud of herself! Learning to form a suction was a big deal and we made a huge fuss over her. She absolutely loves using a straw!



And anytime she eats some of my favorite foods I have this huge amount of pride and love wash over me. Here she is eating beans, meat and cheese casserole with a big pile of sour cream. 



Wednesday nights we spend with Trent’s parents and brother. It’s always a relaxing evening for me. Ruth is playing with a yo-yo with Uncle Troy. 



Gorgeous evenings at soccer practice. 



Playing with fuzzy caterpillars. 



It’s a rare treat for some people to know their extended family. These four girls are third cousins and they had so much fun together. 



Birthday party for cousin, Gavin. Most of these kids are cousins but there are a few friends mixed in there. 



She was very compassionate when Abbey sprained her ankle. 



Could there be anything more fun than flying down the driveway into the retention basin in this car? She submits that there is not!



Most of the children were thrilled to have caught this possum even if they were hoping for a squirrel. 



Ruthie has been doing more creative play this month. She has enjoyed taking care of these babies at Grandpa and Grandma Hess’s. 



Typical Wednesday night. 



Again, a sweet, compassionate heart towards the ill. This time it was Maggie with pink eye and then some viral infection. 

Her blood condition has a tendency to make it difficult for her to overcome illness so it’s important we shield her as much as possible to sick kids. Obviously that’s hard to do in a big family. However, I’m grateful we don’t have to put her in daycare and that we homeschool so (normally) our older kids stay quite healthy during the school year. 



Happy five months home, Ruthie V.!



We had to work really hard this month to get a good picture as she was a wiggly worm!



Oh, and almost most importantly, Ruthie potty trained this month! She is amazing! As long as there is a bathroom nearby I take her everywhere we go in underwear. She still wears a diaper for nap and overnight, but I’m totally impressed. None of our other kids potty trained easily or well. Ruth was amazing. Such a gift to this mama! 



 We are eager to get her evaluated for speech therapy in November. Our lives are busier, nosier, livlier, more compassionate, and all around better because Ruth is in it. We love you baby girl. So much!

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

5 Ways to be A Joyful Mama At the Grocery Store

Friends. I don't know about you all, but it seems every other article that pops up on my news feed have titles like:  5 things you're doing wrong, 10 ways you are failing, and 700 ways to get offended at the grocery store.

I'm a pretty big believer of the words and things that go into our mind play out in our actions. It's part of the reason I'm so particular about the movies my children watch, the books they read, and the company they keep.

Yet as Mamas (and Dads) do we do the same thing for ourselves? I know I don't always use the same standard for myself. So I'm going to lay this out there for you all. Stop getting offended at the grocery store. I'm using grocery store since that's the situation in which most mamas find themselves at the end of their rope. I actually don't personally go to the grocery store since I've married the best man ever and he enjoys the grocery shopping. BUT, I do take all five of my daughters pretty much everywhere else: doctor appointments, clothes shopping, greenhouses, soccer practice, the dentist, running at the rail trail, eye exams, etc. These five little tips will help you to get through "small talk" encounters with little old ladies, people who may seem a little nosy, and cashiers, and have joy in your heart when you walk out the door.

Before Ruthie came home, I had all four girls with me at an Amish greenhouse on my road. The young Amish cashier looked at me, looked at the girls, and said, "Are they all yours?" Guys. If you aren't familiar with the Amish community, the average Amish family has 7 children. I only had four. That one was a shocker!

Just today, as I was running errands, I had a young man (!) stop me in the parking lot of TJ Maxx by shouting, "Excuse me!" (he was still in his car) "Are they all yours?? FIVE girls!"

The most common comments I get are, "Are they all yours?", "All girls?!", "Your poor husband", "Just wait until they're teenagers".

And friends. I don't freak out at them. I don't roll my eyes. I don't get offended. Instead, I do these few things.

1. Smile. It's really not a hard thing to do. Treat people with a friendly face and with kindness, the exact same way you want to be treated. A smile goes a long way.

National Taco Day! Smile!
2. Listen. I've noticed that if I stop for even just 30 seconds, most of the time they have a reason for talking to me. The man today wanted me to encourage his young wife that having a big family is great. When he saw me out with all the girls happily walking through the parking lot, he felt he had to say something. An 80-something woman loitered about me last winter just to tell me that she was one of seven girls, and seeing my little family brought back so many cherished childhood memories. Also today at the eye doctor a woman told me she loved watching us because she had four daughters. It's not hard to give people 30 seconds or a minute of your time. Just remember that you may be on their end some day, remembering the joys and trials of taking your kids out to run errands.

Tea time with the loveliest girls around.
3. Take a deep breath. When I was a waitress at the Olive Garden people would often say the same thing to me throughout a 10 hour shift. "Just grate the whole block of cheese on there! Ha-Ha-Ha!" (when asked if they want grated Parmesan cheese on their salad.) They had no way of knowing that they are the 10th table who has told me that same thing today, and it isn't that funny anymore. Having a big family these days is a bit of a curiosity, even in good ole Lancaster County, and even more so because we have all girls. So when you're at your fourth stop on errand running day, and you don't really feel like having the same conversation again, take a deep breath, and repeat step number one.

Sisters going to church
4. Make a Joke. To be honest, I very rarely have people say things that I think are rude and I often wonder where people live who write of the harsh things strangers say to them. The "are they all yours" comment I've been getting since I had three kids. Sometimes families built through adoption take offense to this comment. I don't. I just answer the question with a smile, and "Yes! They're all mine!" On occasion I have people ask if we are going to "keep trying" for a boy. That's kind of an awkward question on a lot of levels, but again, it's just a conversation. I usually answer that question with, "We really, really love having all girls. They are a lot of fun!" And leave it at that. I really believe that the best way to handle strangers is with kindness. You'll likely never see them again, and it isn't really worth getting all worked up over. You give a stranger power over you and your emotions when you take offense.

5. Smile. Again. Because not only are you responding to strangers, your children are watching you. They are watching the way you respond to strangers and they are learning from you. So if you are snippy with strangers, they will learn that's the way to respond when people ask questions. If you treat others with kindness, they will learn to do the same. And even if I've reached the end of my patience and I have a cheeky two-year-old who WILL walk through the parking lot and she DOESN'T need anyone to hold her hand, and a three-year-old who wants to be carried even though my hands are full of bags, and a 7, 8, and 9 year old who are trailing like ducklings and I really just want to buckle everyone up and crank up the radio and drive, if you yell, "Excuse me! Are they all yours?" You can bet that I'll stop, smile, and say, "Yep! All mine!"

All Mine!