Hitting the Gym

Anna Helen's celebrating the New Year with a new resolution-- to hit the baby gym as often as possible. 

Part of it is Mom's effort to get days and nights straightened out.

Actually, most of it is.

See the sun streaming in?  We're all sunshine all the time here. 

Efforts to get rid of night wakefulness = don't speak a word to baby during night feedings.  Keep lights low and minimize movements.  Sound machines in both Robbie and AH's rooms.

We'll see.

For now?  We're working on exercising those baby gams.

Stadium Pants

Every Palmetto baby needs a pair of stadium pants.  Robbie is no exception.  Thanks to Aunt Erin for Robbie's first pair!

(Daisy approves)

One Month, Take Two

It's so hard to not compare the two, but OMG, Robbie was so little.

We're breastfeeding again, but we're also supplementing without guilt.  And thank goodness.  We haven't had to go for weight checks, and just look at those cheeks!  CHEEKS!

And look at poor starving Robbie in his same one month set up: http://palmettobaby.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-month-photo.html .

Not my finest moment as a mother watching Robster waste away while I was crying and nips bleeding and trying to breastfeed and not supplement. We're so lucky he is just Mr. Chillio

Anna Helen, although I don't want to jinx it, appears to be an AWESOME baby.

• She's a night owl, and like her brother likes to clusterfeed from 8pm until midnight or 1am.  Being awake and talkie the whole time.  Otherwise she's sleeping.  We have a bad case of days and nights being mixed up.

But we'll get there. 

We will.

• She loves Daisy as much as Daisy loves her.  It is heartwarming. 

• Which leads up to the fact that she SMILED yesterday.  Smiled for real.  But let's be honest, she smiled at Daisy first.  I just was lucky enough to get some leftovers.

• And she rolls over from front to back.  Yowza.  She's very present and aware.  Might be troubs when in her teens.

Happy 1 month gal.  We're happy to have you here.

(Yes, you should totes dress your baby in horizontal stripes.  Accents the chunks)

AH's First Bath

(Albeit a few weeks late).

Grandma E and Appa (Aunt Paula) were able to join us for Anna Helen's first bath a couple weeks ago. As soon as she got in the warm water she fell asleep.

Check out the photos... the last one is from Robbie's first bath.  I can see them starting to resemble each other, but baby girl is a little um... thicker.

On Faith...

We've been, as a family, on a faith journey for going on six years now.

When you take a Southern Methodist Republican, sprinkle in a moderate Democratic disillusioned Catholic, add in the challenge of getting out the door on a Sunday morning when single and joining friends for football watching is on the horizon, twisting in some kids and the added challenge of getting out the door period, and oh yea, just feeling different about how a church can function in a family who looks for different things out of it, you end up... well... not in church.

Shawn will tell stories about how he joined me at an Episcopal Church on the Hill when we were first dating.  I went there on a regular basis because I literally lived on the same block.  He attended in the middle of Terri Schiavo, and the hymn on Earth Day about splitting the atoms, and he was... well... OUT.

We tried some Old Town churches, but they were so very Old Town, and so very high church.

And we spent a lot of Sunday mornings not going to church.

A LOT.

Like most of them.

We look for different things in church, but we both grew up in it.

I struggle with the very Biblical, very conservative church.  You know, the Southern Protestant kind.

I (and this is Susann speaking), have a hard time "needing" church.

I don't need a service to feel spiritual.

I, in general, feel uncomfortable in a structured church setting.

There are a few moments that I realized Catholic maybe didn't jive well for me. One is when I wrote a letter to the Bishop asking to be an altar girl. Let's be fair. It was South Carolina in the late 1980s... but he said no.

Another is the Church's perspective on artificial reproductive tech and how we had to build our family.

But I was Catholic. I am Catholic. I don't know the Bible inside and out.  I know the stories.  I know the structure, but it's not the foundation for me. I'm not sure it ever will be. I didn't crack a Bible until... well... at Church a few weeks ago.
 
Some of my most vivid memories as a kid revolve around church. But its not about the big C church... it's about the community. It is about the family friends we built. The matching outfit i wore with my sister (and one of our dolls) in a fashion show. The learning "La Cucharaca" song in an enriched Spanish class. But our family friends, in general, revolved around the church.

It was a biggish city... Jacksonville... but our community, our family friends, were in the church. Was it about faith? Was it about community? Was it about being in the same place in life? I don't know.

We both grew up going to church, and may think it is important for different reasons.  But I think we agree it is important to give our kids the fundamentals of faith.  The universe is good.  People are good.  Treat others well.  Live that way and for the future.  Etc. 

We have a family now.  We can probably, honestly, in DC, count on one hand the friends who go to church regularly.  That's... unusual?  Usual?  I'm not sure.  Maybe it is a function of a transient DC.  Maybe a function of being of the first in my group to have kids.  Maybe it is time, or perspective, but who knows.

We've found a good church.  We were invited by friends. 

We've resolve in 2013 to answer the question of how do we build that community?  How do we jive our different perspectives on faith with our kids?  How do we marry my "be a good person in the universe" with the church's "Jesus says xx and yy"?  And how do we become a part of that community when there just aren't, frankly, that many families in the same place?  And we're the Edwards.  We don't do it halfway.  How do we be the change we want to see?

I'm seriously looking for advice here. 

I guess the question comes down to, how was faith taught to you?  Where did that leave you?  How do you teach it?  How does that leave them?  What worked and what didn't?  How do you teach children to be good people, respect others and themselves, and the world around them?  How to live well and with purpose?  And to know they have a safety net?

How does a Mom with a very healthy sense of "do it myself" let myself be pastored to?  Does everyone need to be pastored to? 

And how do you cross that divide from attending to participating?

We kind of owe it to these guys.

Don't have it in me...

I just don't have it in me to make dinner tonight.  Not even to recommend what frozen thing to defrost.  Didn't recommend Chinese or Subway.  Just said "fend for yourself please".

I don't know if I've ever done that in six years, even when pregnant and  the thought of all food was gross. 

Great start to the new year Susann

Rough

The downside, a small one I will grant you, of having a kid that is reasonably well behaved is that you (I) can get a little spoiled.

Robbie is normally a pleasure to be around but he has a pretty bad cold and has been a holy terror today.  Throwing his toys at us, throwing his food on the floor and going after the wine glasses that make a lovely sound when they are crashed against each other.  Nothing like being in a battle of wills with a 16 month old and barely holding your own. 

Hopefully the bath we gave him will help with a good nights sleep (please, please, please).

Happy New Year everyone!