Raleigh's Half-Birthday Post of Her Seventh Birthday

Since when did this little munchkin start getting so big??

Miss Raleigh-Kroggies celebrated her 7th birthday six months (and a day) ago in Virginia Beach, and it was the party of parties!!

Henry, our beloved doorman, crooned his own special, private solo, "Happy Birthday to Raleigh," TWICE! She felt really special.

Isn't he cute? I love old men. Especially old classy black men. Who can tap. (He didn't.)

Just previous to her birthday party, I held a Princess Ballerina Tea Party at our place to celebrate all things girly with our work friends. We went ALL out. So I felt kind of bad that I hadn't come up with much for Raleigh's party; I didn't want her to feel like she wasn't as important or special as our friends. Thus was the birth of our Matthews Family Birthday Parties: we now go all out.

MORNING: Open a gift from Mom and Dad to wear on your special day.

Somebody's excited! (And I know by that look on her face that she is smiling at Dallas. She looks at him like that a lot; he is her special pal.)

Beachy shirt and flip flops! Perfect for a July birthday!

Cute, Raleigh!

Next, before Choobers' nap: "Horton Hears a Who" at the free movie morning!

Good thing it was free because all of the treats were devoured by the beginning of the show, and Madeline was too scared to make it through Horton's attempts to save Who-ville. Raleigh didn't care, so we just left. Good thing it was also just across the street.

After nap-time: Dallas came home with two large pizzas and drinks. Hooray!

For her "Butterfly" party, we first made Butterfly Glasses out of paper and pipe cleaners to wear throughout the party. (We like to use Q-Tips to apply the glue. It helps control the mess. I'm saying that because the next picture has Choobs holding one in her hand. She's gluing, not cleaning her ears.)

Okay, no, it looks like she's cleaning her ears.

Raleigh's glasses before being decorated.

Raleigh with her decorated glasses and her Beautiful Butterfly Birthday poster of events.

Choobs.

I love how Dallas made a "D" for his glasses, and Raleigh's has little eyelid-looking things.

Too bad you're already married, Dallas, or I would show this at your wedding!

Dionne's glasses.

Madeline, working hard.

Raleigh and I traded the glasses we made.

Madeline, I love your glasses and the little dimple on the side of your chin!

Choobs chases the birthday girl.

The butterfly cake, as requested:

The butterflies took all of Raleigh's presents and flew them up on top of the refrigerator! We had to work as a team to get them down. Every time we threw a ball ten times through each of the slots on the ladder, Raleigh could climb up and open a gift. We had to work as a team to get ten straight shots.

She couldn't have been more excited to open presents!

And Choobs couldn't have been more excited to eat cake!

Make that Madeline, too!

Eating cake on her new plate from Grandma Lisa:

Funny sister!

One last unexpected gift from Daddy - a chapter book!

The loot.

After this, if I remember correctly, I think we had a dance party to our Dance Party Mix on playlist. And that was the end.

Raleigh, you've grown up so much in just the past six months! Just another six more until you are eight and will be baptized. "You need to quit getting so big!" We love you and are so glad you are in our family! "Don't forget how much we love you!"

May All Your Roller Backpack Dreams Come True

Raleigh and Madeline's dreams came true this past Christmas: Santa brought them roller backpacks. I hope Santa brings them something school-related every December because they have been so excited for school to start just so they can use their new backpacks.

Raleigh asked me to check the weather this morning for her. I told her, "It will be really cold today, and it might even snow on Thursday!"

She said, frustrated, "No, Mom! I want to know if it will be sunny or rainy or snowy TODAY!!"

"Today is supposed to be sunny," I told her.

"Okay. Then I can roll my backpack," she said, finally content.

I think this might turn into a daily occurrence. But I was pleasantly surprised to see their lunches already in their bags without me nagging them, and they had even packed some extra things like tissues and truffles. (Tissues and truffles - they are such GIRLS!! Isn't that what my purse needs, too?)

We loaded up in the car to drop Dallas off at work on the way to school (because Miss Nancy is temporarily dead in his work parking lot), and the girls were so accommodating to each other and their bulky baggage, making room for each one's new pink polka-dotted preciousness. Where annoyances would have normally been, politeness abounded. Dallas moved Madeline's backpack to the side so that Raleigh could get in the car. "Oh, no, Dad. I can climb over," she said in a surprisingly mature tone. "Yeah, Dad," Madeline said. "She can climb over," she said again in the same tone.

We rolled up to the school (pun intended), and the last thing I shouted to them as they got out of the car was, "I hope you have the rolliest backpacks in the school!"

I am liking the backpack thing. I think I will tell Santa how good the girls have already been this year. They talked to him, you know. Here are their videos from him:

Raleigh:

http://portablenorthpole.tv/watch/f35c3da734bed7317fccb188c0eff19e

Madeline:

http://portablenorthpole.tv/watch/5be52e44e6af8499baf39d163d52eec1

Kensington:

http://portablenorthpole.tv/watch/6da871eac0da5268733bb9215682b6ab

You should've seen their faces. It was pure magic! And Santa was so thoughtful to bring them what they wanted for themselves and each other BOTH!

(And until we get our camera back from the doctor, I will be posting old pictures.)

Post-Post: I just realized that Choobs has been in a time-out for like fifteen minutes. That's how I wrote this post. I kind of forgot about her back there in her isolation. But now she is singing, so maybe I should keep her there? Whoops! On to my day . . .

Out of the Mouth of Babes

Dallas made a list recently of positive affirmative statements to hang up in our room and read to himself everyday in the hopes of becoming the person he tells himself he is. For example:

"I am a kind, excited, loving, and fun husband and father."

He's already got that one down.

Raleigh wondered what he was doing, and he explained it to her. She sort of understood it; a little bit later she came in with her own list for him, and here is what she wrote:

1. I live in a free contry.

2. I am a son of God.

3. I have the gosple in my life.

4. Meny blesings come apon me.

5. I have enogh monny for my family.

6. I have so meny talints.

7. I have family close by.

8. I have a house to live in.

9. I have food to eat.

10. I have an erly shift at work.

11. My family is cind.

12. My family has meny talints.

13. There is no wor in my land.

14. Jesuse loves me so much he sent his son.

And another one she wrote the next day for him:

1. I got to go to school.

2. I lived in hevin.

3. I have the presthod in my life.

4. I am a happy cherfl person.

5. God sent me to erth.

6. Jesuse utond for my sins.

7. I will go back to hevn.

Now is that precious or what? They are posted on the wall right next to his list and are a good reminder of what we have to be grateful for.

Yesterday we were in Peachtree City at my parent's house, and as my dad walked down the hall past Raleigh carrying a couple of guns to go shooting with Dallas, she said to the rest of us, "Man! He's got some powerful guns!"

Later we were all lounging on the couch, and I asked the girls, "Are you going to take care of me when I get old?" And Raleigh said, "I'm not going to apply for that job!" (But Madeline said she would take care of me.)

Christmas Eve

It is Christmas Eve at our house.

Dallas is working, and I am busy as a bee in the kitchen and making weekend preparations.

Kensington is taking a long winter's nap, and Raleigh and Madeline are wrapped up in their blankets reading their scriptures. I suggested to them that they might want to spend some time in their scriptures today so that they can feel closer to the Savior for the holiday, and they are doing it!

I am excited to see how this goes . . .

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It's a good one!

The Best We Could Get and Our Budding Artists

We were all dressed up for a swanky Southern Christmas Party when I decided at the last minute that we should capture this moment on film. (Or should I call it digitalia? Ew. That sounds almost gross.) I couldn't get the girls to act natural and hold still at the same time, so here is what we ended up with:

Those hands on the hips . . . I don't know where they come from! But the two older girls liked it so much that they copied her:

I said, "Okay, whatever. We are NOT getting any good pictures! Just make a funny face!"

And how in the world did Choobs know how to make a funny face? I didn't know that she'd caught on to what that was!

Here's our best family picture from the party:

In other updates, I have to talk about Choobs. She is getting so BIG all of a sudden. Even though she's still so little. I think she is one of those artistic child prodigies. Not really, but she does some pretty amazing things for a kid her age - at least things that Raleigh and Madeline didn't do, and they are both pretty artistic.

For example, she colors SO WELL. I will post a picture of her coloring sometime. She doesn't scribble all over the page; she concentrates on one thing at a time and colors it all in, (going out of the lines of course), but she is very focused. Then she'll sit there and draw circles all over the page, and if one turns out looking like a heart, she'll point and say, "Heart!!"

She is also a singer and dancer. When she is in the car, especially, she likes to sing really loud with a fake vibrato. When we're at home and she hears music she likes, she'll drop everything and "danth" (danth). But it's not your usual bouncing or hip-shaking that you see little kids doing; she uses all of her limbs, she dances at differing levels - she'll get really low, and then go up on her tip-toes, moving the rest of her body at the same time. She uses syncopation and gets really expressive and can honestly feel the music.

It is the weirdest thing I've ever seen.

I have to "act like its nothing" when I see it or else she will get embarrassed, otherwise I would have a video. Maybe sometime.

But the other thing is that she also has an amazing imagination already. She likes to take out this wreath form I haven't put to use yet and step inside of it, holding onto the sides. It looks like she's holding the bottom of a dress. Then she'll pat her chest (as if to point to herself) and say, "Printheth." (Princess.) I ask, "Oh. You're a princess?" And she nods her head and says, "Belle." Now our girls have a few things with the Disney princesses on them, but they have never seen the movies (except for Cinderella awhile ago), so she is coming up with this just from her own observation. And the other times she calls herself a princess (printheth) are when she is dancing.

That's when I feel like a princess.

Now here are some examples of her organizational skills:

Apples:

Barbies: (She set this up on her own. Is this normal? Maybe our other girls were just below-average! Seriously, do two-year-olds set up and play with Barbies? I don't know!)

Do they put Chap Stick on the stovetop? Perfectly situated?

Do they organize their animals into straight rows?

Raleigh is a bit like this, too. I'll find that she's left her mark here and there around the house. Like this:

This is a sculpture she left for us. It is a pair of tweezers suspended by a rubber band from a robe hook. She put it on the toilet, so I don't know if the toilet is part of the sculpture or just a backdrop.

And here is the leaning tower of La Creme:

Vanilla, of course.

I'm sure all kids are like this. But I am feeling very artistically stimulated by our children.

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Sermon in the South

The stinky thing about moving three times in five months is not just the emotional roller coaster of putting down and pulling up roots, but the self-centeredness of it all. Do you know how long it takes to get settled? Unpacking, organizing, decorating, taking familiar routes to go places, exploring the area, keeping in touch with family/friends you miss, meeting new people and hoping to find someone to connect with, helping your kids feel stability, changing addresses, going to the DMV, and all the while you are trying to keep up on the everyday routine (and establish one at the same time), so the process is S-L-O-W. Slower than mud.

And it is incredibly self-centered, I think. Because it is all about me, my family, and us. Getting established. Getting organized and settled. Not that we're not. The third time is a charm because we are doing quite well. And I felt like we did quite well the first two times. But I am really sick of thinking about me, my family, and us. (Now that is an incredibly self-centered and negative thought in and of itself, but it has a purpose.)

So to get to the point, I have had a little bit of a hard time with Christmas already this year. We have been so busy going through the motions of life, just trying to get established and settled (three times), that the holidays have kind of crept up on me, and I don't want any more focus on us.

Since our Christmas decorations were half put up and scattered all over the house for a couple of weeks while I was sick, I was tired of them before they even went up! It took a few days just to clean the house and get organized again (because a mother's work is never done, and when mom is sick, everything is a bit chaotic), so I had flashbacks to MOVING IN again! ARGH! Then Madeline came down with strep throat, so the decorating became a snail's pace once again.

Wow, this is a negative post. But I'm still getting to the point.

At the same time I've been trying to get into the spirit of Christmas (by decorating, for starters), we've obviously been having health issues at home. Which always remind me of my own mortality. And that's always a strange feeling. Even with my testimony of a pre-mortal existence, life after death, and the promise of Resurrection and eternal families, I experience feelings like this in the hymn "O My Father":

Yet ofttimes a secret something

Whispered, "You're a stranger here,"

And I felt that I had wandered

From a more exalted sphere.

And I wonder what kind of balance I should have in my life as far as loving this world and putting my heart into it. After all, it's only temporary. Home is where the heart is, right? But this isn't our home. Heaven is our home.

So while I've been so caught up in trying to make a home for us three times (well, make that four, counting Alpine, Utah, where we were at before we moved the first time), I am realizing that it is important, but it's not everything. Maybe this realization is what causes many a mid-life crisis! Thank goodness for the anchorage of the gospel.

Speaking of anchors, here is a new classic quote that I read coincidentally from Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf that goes right along with this subject:

"Remember, we are only temporary travelers in this world. Let us not devote our God-given talents and energies solely to setting earthly anchors, but rather let us spend our days growing spiritual wings. For, as sons [and daughters] of the Most High God, we were created to soar unto new horizons."

So while I have been solely focused on decorating as a means to bring the Christmas spirit into our home, all I have felt are a few warm fuzzies piled on top of general emptiness. I need not go through the motions of decorations, music, Christmas stories, and games with the family, I need to involve all of us in something deeper. We need to feel the spirit of the season by participating in Christlike service and giving of ourselves.

I know this is so cliche.

But that still is not my point. I have been trying to work on having better prayers as of late, and "getting my errand from the Lord" each day, which is a little hard for me since I have expectations of what I want to do and accomplish each day. (I am my mother's daughter!) And let's just say that my expectations are usually something I want to do. Something that will (supposedly) make me happy. Like working on a project or running specific errands.

Sunday night, as I said my prayers, the image of Madeline's face came into my mind. I thought that was odd, since she is usually doing so well. I wondered what that was all about. But in the morning, she woke up with a fever and was having a hard time swallowing. (It TOTALLY disrupted my big plans!) I kept her home from school, but without that prayer, I probably would not have taken her to see the doctor right away - maybe waited a day or so just to see what happened.

(I know, it's obvious now: strep throat, but I hate to take my kids to the doctor if they are just going to send me back home empty-handed while they hang onto my co-pay.) But going to the doctor and getting her on medicine right away really helped ME in the long-run. So I felt more of a testimony of prayer - that our Father in Heaven knows Madeline, and he knows me. And he knows the end from the beginning.

Madeline and Choobs and I had a really nice time together at home while Raleigh was at school, and we got to bond and relax. And she sure is a chipper little thing when her Tylenol starts working! Little sweetheart.

So that was Monday of this week.

Then Madeline was back at school on Wednesday, and I have been back into the routine of things. This morning my prayers were: "Please help me get into the Christmas spirit," and I went to wake up Choobs:

Burning hot body. Throwing up all morning. 102.8 F temperature. Shivering with chills. Totally lethargic and even a bit delirious.

An answer to prayer??? I think so! I spent my full day loving that girl to pieces, holding her most of the day and worrying over her when I wasn't. I planned her funeral. (All of my family member's funerals are well-planned. I am irrational that way, I'm afraid to say.) I thought of the wonderful blessing she has been to our family, and I cleaned her up in the bathtub three times and put four sets of fresh clothes on her in the process. I cried as I watched her, barely able to stand, reach out for me when I tried to lay her down to change her. I kissed her burning-hot head and smoothed out her hair to relax her. I begged her to drink some water and take some medicine when her eyes looked vacant, like she didn't recognize me. And when half the day was over, she finally did. It was the weirdest thing: I handed her a chewable Tylenol, and she said, "Thank you, mama. Pink!" The first words she had spoken all day. And that girl knows what color pink is! Then she finally dozed off into a peaceful sleep.

Is not this Christmas? I spent my day serving and loving this girl and putting off my own (what I thought was urgent) business to help her. I thought of nothing else. Right now I can't even remember what I was going to do. And I overcame MYSELF!! I hate it when I get in a rut of self-centeredness, and sickness usually does the trick for me. Since I didn't learn the lesson well enough when I was sick, Madeline, and then Choobs, got sick. I really believe that our children are placed in our care to help exalt us.

But let's get deeper. Just as I held constant watch care over Kensington, I believe our Father in Heaven watches over us with just as much urgency and attention. And He is urging and begging us to do those things in our lives that will make us "well" again. To be with him. Like the medicine. Only then will we feel peace. And He knows what is best for us.

So the point?

I'm not sure. But I sure feel a lot more of the holiday spirit.

Thanks, Choobs.

Kensington and I lay on my bed tonight for a couple of hours, long after Raleigh and Madeline went to sleep and Dallas went to a meeting. Her fever was high again, but she wasn't falling asleep - just laying there. So she snuggled with me, and I got to lay there, thinking. No distractions. Just us. And I have decided that she is an "Old Spirit." A wise old spirit in a little body.

I watched her hands. One in her mouth in her signature two-finger-suck, and her other hand: sometimes resting it, sometimes pulling on my sweatshirt ties, and sometimes staring at it. She would hold it up and move it all around, examining it from every angle. Then she'd move her fingers around and watch them, too. I imagined what her hands would do in the future, what kind of life she would have someday. It was all very thought-provoking. And I loved it. I wonder what she was thinking. I was thinking about how our children are "my jewels:"

Matthew 6:19-21

"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:

"But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:

"For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

Choobs with her favorite grandmas:

Grandma

Grammy

P.S.- She is negative for strep throat and H1N1. Just a nasty virus, I guess.

Christmas is Up after Dionne was Down

Our Christmas decor is finally UP!! I pulled it all out and started working on it the day I started feeling the sick, and then I was diagnosed a week later -- walking pneumonia. Yuck. So the half-put-up tree and five buckets of Christmas decorations and their contents have been out this whole time. And since clutter kills, I am happy tonight!

Here's my little helper coloring on her sleigh:

And here she is with a stocking as a scarf. (And dress-up shoes.)

I REALLY wish I had a working camera right now to post pictures of our decorations. I think our house looks beautiful!! I have just the right mix of decorations from both of my grandmothers, who are both deceased, my mom, my aunt Trina (who gave us our tree), and things that I've bought for our home. I love how decorating for Christmas makes me feel close to these women because I love all the things that they loved. And they have great taste.

While I was sick the past few weeks, I was in bed a LOT. But I enjoyed my vantage point, watching the girls in a way that I don't normally do. In their own way and in their own "love languages," they dealt with Mom being sick. Raleigh stayed in the other room, writing me notes and drawing pictures, and she wanted me to write her back. (Which I did. On a paper towel.) Madeline came in to see me often and would kiss my cheeks and my head and lay and snuggle with me and say, "I love you, Mom." She liked to stay close and check on me a lot. Then there was Choobs who would come in with big bursts of energy and lots of unrecognizable chatter and she'd try to be funny and make me laugh. She is one big ham sandwich. These girls -- they take such good care of me!