Little update

Life .......has been hectic with the newest addition to our family.

Thank goodness.......... for J for being such an awesome helper (What would I do w/o her) and for W being patient and loving to his brother.

Milestone.......baby A had his first chiropractic adj. 7/5/2011

Glad........ I got to shop while wearing a newborn and pushing a stroller with a cart pushed by my boy (finished in 45 minutes including changing a diaper in the restroom)

Funny saying......Upon passing a cemetery, W asked if it is a "graveyard" while J said, "Mommy, when you die, I will decorate your grave really pretty."

Making progress.... with breastfeeding A, breastfeeding A while sleeping, and co-sleeping with A

Today is special......... because it is J's birthday and she is having one of her best friend stay overnight.

Special gift.....amethyst geode given to J by her massage therapist Jody.

I'll always remember......... baby A gave me the biggest smile this morning for at least 10 seconds (maybe it's the co-sleeping?)

Feeling.... thankful for all the blessing God has given me and my family.

Meditating Mamas

By Rebecca Cunningham and Susan Whelehan
Issue 105 March/April 2001(Mothering.com)

I found this article while searching "postpartum" on mothering.com and really liked it. Hope it will help others as much it helps me.

(This is only a partial list and includes meditation for anger, breathe, crying, hands, laughter, mess, mirror, night, perfect mother, time, tiredness, worry)

anger

There are times when anger accompanies me through the day. It slowly simmers as the third shirt of the morning is covered with spit up. It steams while I juggle you, the groceries, the stroller, and the front door keys. It is close to boiling over when a dirty diaper lands face down on the carpet and there are no clean ones close by.

And then you work your magic. With a glance, a gurgle, or a giggle, you invite me to let anger go: to join you and enjoy you on today's journey.

I let anger go. I come with you.

breathe

I listen for your breath without knowing I am listening. It is the changing rhythm that accompanies my day. I hear the echo of your first breath as you climbed to the surface of this world. It echoes when you catch your breath in the depth of a dream. It is there as you struggle to breathe and gulp in nourishment. It is there in the moment before the wave of your crying.

Short, quick breaths. They show you fiercely grasping onto life. Breathe... Keep breathing...

I hear your breath. I give thanks.

crying

Before it comes there is the breath that holds the silent pause. A moment of warning. Now the torrent of cries comes thundering forward. Crying. It swirls into the nooks and crannies of my bones and the sinews of each muscle. I'll try to stay calm. This is the only way you have to tell me what you need.

What is it? What are you asking? I am listening. I am ready to learn your language.

I am calm. I am listening.

hands

Your tiny hands guide me on today's path. They beckon me to journey with you. With wild, flashing fingers you translate your impatience. Hunger shows itself in clenched seed fists. They open into exotic flowers, frozen in a gesture of satisfaction when your belly is full. And when you sleep, your hands, like stars, guide me along your dream-traveling.

Only if I pay attention can I decipher your signing. I must watch closely.

Your hands invite me on today's journey.

laughter

Oh, to see and hear and feel you laugh. Such delight! Such presence! You pass it around the room. You make strangers smile. You lift my spirits and help me remember what is really important. Such is the power of laughter. Your laughter lifts my spirits.

mess

How is it possible that such a tiny person can create such a mess? Mountains of laundry, dangerous piles of dishes, and spit up everywhere. How did it get on the curtains? It must be a testament--this mess--to your life force.

It has been sent--this mess--to challenge my obsession with conquering chaos, with cleanliness. It is here to remind me that a growing life cannot be managed, organized, buffed, polished, folded, or otherwise straightened up. This mess is a sign of your life.

Bless this mess.

mirror

The mirrors in my home capture many truths of my everyday life. Indeed, Myla and Jon Kabat-Zinn say that parenting itself is a mirror in which we get to see the best and worst of ourselves.

May my mirror today reflect courage, humor, kindness, patience, gratitude, wonder, respect, and, at the end of the day, forgiveness.

Parenting is a mirror. What is mine reflecting?

night

I can count on night coming, but I cannot count on how much sleep I'll get. I can count on night coming, but I cannot expect hours of uninterrupted rest. I can go to bed worried that I will be up soon, or I can go to bed and know that I will get some sleep. Yes, night has changed for me. And it will someday change again. I will make the most of it now.

I am in the moment. I relax.

perfect mother

Too often I begin my day with the holy grail of "Perfect Mother" hovering before me. I vow to be confident with every gesture. I pledge my allegiance to eternal cheerfulness, cleanliness, and competence. I devour how-to parenting books living in the fantasy world of super-momdom.

Enough! I will be gentle with myself as I grow into this new role. I will recognize today's quest as an opportunity to learn how to be your mother in this moment, now.

I will be gentle with myself.

time

Nothing I ever did could have prepared me for this reality, for this moment. Sometimes I waste time worrying about your future, your schooling, your career, instead of enjoying you now.

Perhaps the greatest gift I can give you is my presence. It is so hard to be in the present. But you ground me. Perhaps that is your present to me. Let us be together now.

I am in this moment. I give thanks.

tiredness

This moment's tiredness spreads itself across my shoulders and into this day. Like a yoke balanced on my spine, it holds both a witness and a warning. As a witness it sees the magnitude and monotony of daily routines. It also warns me, this tiredness, to recognize my limits when frustration easily flies from my lips.

I know that I will not always be this tired. But, for now, let this tiredness remind me to seek rest and acknowledge the loving work of mothering.

I am strong. I rest.

worry

Worry taps on the window and lets itself in before I've opened my eyes. It skitters underfoot and settles in for the day. You haven't eaten enough...you've eaten too much. You didn't nap long enough... you're sleeping awfully long. You seem fussy...you're too quiet.

I will sit face-to-face with worry. I welcome conscientious caution. I reject paranoia. I will open the door and let worry out.

Open the door. Let worry out.

Both elementary school teachers, Susan Whelehan and Rebecca Cunningham live in Toronto , Canada . They each have two children. As new mothers, they felt a need for a book of brief meditations to help them along the way; when they couldn't find one, they decided to write it themselves, and so Meditating Mamas was born. Artwork by Novalis, Saint Paul University, Ottawa, Canada.

A new baby boy

Baby A was finally born on 6/6/2011 at home in the water. First baby in our family to be born at home and in water. He came out eyes wide open and alert.

Attended by mom, dad, sister and brother who loves him very much. Many people prayed for him and waited many days for his arrival.

We praise and thank the Lord for baby A!

Day 1 photos

1st dance competition

Both J and W competed in their first dance competition this weekend. Boy, were they excited! They both loved it and can't wait to do it again.

They did really well; getting "High Gold". J even brought home her team's trophy as she was captain of her team. I think they will get little trophies from the studio this week.

Hopefully, I'll be able to post some pictures later.

getting ready for baby with cloth diapers

I'm so excited that I finally bought some cloth diaper. So far I have got

Prefolds (18 infant and 4 premie size)

various diaper covers (1 Bumis Super Whisper wrap, 3 Thirsties in XS)

1 snappis (need few more)

2 white Thirsties AIO (for outings)

1 tiny Heiny pocket diaper (for outings and night-time)

I think I still need to get a wet bag(check), and pail liner (check). Later, I'll probably get 18 more prefolds (check) , 3 more Thirsties in S (got 2) as well as 1 or 2 Duo Wrap in size 1 (check) , and 3 Duo Wraps in size 2 (got 1 for now) and 1 Bumgenius 3.0 (check). And maybe some additional inserts for night time (check- got 2 Flip covers and 6 organic inserts). That should take me from birth to potty training for about $300- $350 (spent $308). Depending on how it goes, I might get some more AIOs and pocket diapers and diaper liners for convenience.

I'm also planning to use mainly cloth wipes (thirsties Fab baby wipes-18-check) at home and make my own detergent (Castile baby soap- check) . This is all very new to me but luckily I have a good friend who's guiding me through this.

sweet reminders about homeschooling

Homeschooling as anyone who does it can attest has its' challenges at times, but during those times, I want to be always reminded by what W said 2 days ago (even after a rough morning when I just seem to got up in a bad, maybe hormonal mood and did some yelling at the kids),

"Homeschooling is the best! "

Tonight, J told me her friends at dance studio had said,

"I wish I can be homeschooled"
and

"You're lucky."
when she told them she is homeschooled.

Her friends and teacher are also curious about our green lemonade and "Color the Classic". So next week, we are bringing in the CD and maybe even some samples of green lemonade.

Climbing Mt. Everest

Yes, it is winter where we live. Here are the only pictures I have from this winter. This is one day when W was playing outside and he's pretending he's climbing Mt. Everest. It is freezing. I think only kids want to be outside longer than 10 minutes. The adults would all rather be inside. One thing we have loved doing is sitting by our front door when the sun streams in usually during lunch time. And that's where we have our lunch.