My Latest Political Jargon

I have probably created more controversy for some in my latest post, but I would like to think that most of you would agree. Most of my political thoughts are jumbled, but I hope the message is clear. I find myself with the heart and passion of those in past times who have spoken out to protect us from oppressive governments of old. The sad part is that ours seems to be moving in that direction at the speed of light. It is freedom that has allowed us to achieve greatness and we must preserve it. So, please check out my entry and share your thoughts! I want to know that I am not alone. Click here, or use the link on the sidebar.

Heavenly Sounds

You will definitely have to pause the music at the top to hear this one.  Miss Lydia is a loud sleeper, but loud at four weeks is still very quiet.  We LOVE listening to her sleep; often it is simply the tiny sighs that you will hear come from her--all night/day long!  She also lets out some standard grunts along the way, but I have never heard a baby sigh so sweetly in her sleep.  I will try to capture a more dramatic episode so it is easier to hear--the best part of this episode is at the end, so be patient, and listen!

A Time To....Cuddle!!!

Most days, we find an excuse to sit on the couch and cuddle!  These days, that excuse is Miss Lydia--she needs someone to hold her right?

The boys adore her and beg to hold her.  In these pictures, they fought prior, saying, "No, I want to hold her head" back and forth.  The older one got the honor!

But Aiden couldn't keep his hands away from her face.  He treats her with just as much love and gentleness as he does me...that makes for a kiss every hour, a hug every two hours, and a sweet little wink ever time we make eye contact!

I have my fair share of cuddle time; that is precisely why the laundry is backed up, the dishes drive me crazy, and the dining room table has become a hoarding ground for the boys stuff.  I wouldn't trade these moments for the world.

Daddy takes advantage of the cuddling as well.  He wouldn't be normal without a picture of him and our newest child sleeping together. 

And sometimes, but rarely, you will see Miss Lydia laying peacefully by herself.  It's just too tempting to pick her up and cuddle for awhile.  She is quite a peaceful gal, as you can see!

Daddy received the luxury of feeding her a bottle this past week...doesn't happen too often with a nursing baby.  She took the bottle so well, and he was on cloud nine!

Lovin' The Pink!!!

I couldn't ask for a prettier little girl to dress in pink!!!

And a more loving big brother to spoil her with lots of love!

Miss Lydia ~ 2 weeks (I LOVE this girl!!!)

Well, if you haven't been within ears distance of me over the last two weeks--and most of you have not--then you wouldn't have heard the endless echo in our home as I, in my high pitched Mommy voice, say "I love you Miss Lydia", over and over and over again.  I LOVE THIS GIRL!!!

Sometimes I think I underestimate the power of the Lord to bring peace and happiness into my life--how could this tiny bundle put so much light and hope into living?  To say that love grows with each child is far less than what I feel; as a matter of fact, I cannot even say the least of what I feel; it is too big, powerful, and simply beyond me to explain.  My words simply cannot do justice to the pure love which burns in my heart lately.

We went to the doctor last Friday (January 30th) for a weight check.  Miss Lydia weighed in at 7 pounds 14 ounces--6 ounces above her birth weight and 13 above her first doctors visit.  She is such a little peanut.  I sit here tonight with her curled in my lap; she laughed and smiled in her sleep moments ago.  She then opened her eyes, caught mine, and smiled so big.  What greater joy is there?  The joy of a parent for their child....I guess it's all Father's way of teaching us His pure love for us!

So....if you haven't heard from me lately, it's only because I am too busy enjoying every moment with my little Miss Lydia--treasuring the touch, smell, sounds, innocence, and even every night time feeding that comes with newness. I pray they will become permanent memories, engraved in my heart and mind--to be recalled perfectly and clearly one day.