I am so thankful for our precious kids. I know that when Naomi is a little older and I can get more sleep, I will be able to process even further what a miracle she is. Everything has just happened so fast that I think I am still in shock and survival mode a little bit. I find it strange to think that 4 months ago I was just going about our life with 2 boys and didn't even know about Naomi, and now I have a 2 month old daughter. That is some fast change. It has been a difficult transition for me, learning how to love and pour into 3 kids all day (and night) long. I really need to die to many more things, but my flesh is hard to train. I know that these trials are temporary and pretty soon I'll have the hang of things. The problem is that I know God wants me to die to my self-reliance. Yet, most days all I can think of is how I long to feel in control of my life again. I can't seem to make the leap into relying on Him. I do it occasionally, but also spend a large amount of time frustrated, impatient, and unsurrendered to these tests that come my way. I just need to lean all the way into Him. Lord help me do that.
Ok, so there's my late-night confession. I also wanted to put up some pictures of the kids. Since we got a rare few inches of snow on Wednesday, I took some pictures of the boys in it. Sam was ecstatic the morning it snowed. He immeditely put on boots, hat, and coat over the p.j.'s to run outside and scoop it up. He desperately wanted to make an apple juice "snow" cone out of real snow, but it wasn't deep enough. I told him to scrape some off our mostly clean railing and we'd try to make one. But by the time he filled up his cup, it was just an icy, slushy, and somewhat dirty mess. He couldn't understand why it didn't work. I told him that it wasn't real snow, but more like ice-snow (sleet) because we live in Texas. So later in the day when it began to snow, he was once again very excited. But then as we're driving home and snow is falling fast, he says to me, "so is this real snow or pretend snow?" I said, "what do you mean?" He says, "you know like the TX pretend snow?" I said, "actually this is real snow, even in Texas." When we got home he played in it til got dark and he was shaking from the cold. Jude, my usually fearless little boy didn't like the cold at all and wanted nothing to do with the snow..."is too code mommy" is what he kept saying.
Lastly, here is a picture of my little wide-eyed, wild hair girl!
