Last week, Emily got her first haircut. Her bangs and the back of her head were getting totally out of control. Cutting baby hair is ridiculous. RIDICULOUS! But, I totally can’t justify paying somebody to cut it when its just a little bit, and she’s just a baby (that means she’s pretty cute, no matter what). SO, Kris held her down, and I had the scissors. It was a little rough, but whatever, she’s still freakin’ adorable.
My poor shaggy baby:) 
After. I did not put a bowl over head, let's just be clear on that.
This is how I found my Annie a couple days ago when I went to get her up from her nap. Those bears are supposed to be up against the wall, under the curtain. She moved them all out of her way to take a nap…ON THE FLOOR! I keep thinking, “Why would she sleep on the floor?” But I think I should just be grateful that the sweet kid sleeps pretty much anywhere!
The last couple weeks have been a little rough going. The girls have been awesome, don’t get me wrong…I just have these CRAZY pregnant hormones that I don’t know what to do with! I keep thinking to myself, “How did I get myself into this?” Oh, and then there’s the “How in the hell am I going to do this?”:)
Somehow we got this BRILLIANT idea to have Kris’s parents (and hopefully brother!) wait to come until after the holidays are over. We figured we could do this on our own (which we totally can), and since we had them for so long last time and over the holidays…it just seemed like the best idea. And yet, the closer it gets, the more I think, “What was I thinking!?”:) We have an awesome ward, plus family close by, so I don’t think we’ll have any problems. But the thought of being home alone with 3 kids when Kris has to go back to work…not going to lie, it’s a little horrifying.
So I started looking for little ways to help me know this would all work out the way it should. First, it seems a silly thing, but it was a BIG deal to my kid…the greeter in Wal-Mart gave Annie a sheet of stickers. She was crying when we walked into the store (Why? Cause she has a mean mom.), and this particular greeter always talks to me and the girls, so she had stopped and Annie had tears running down her cheeks. She offered her a sticker, and then just gave her the whole sheet. The whole trip through Wal-Mart, was AWESOME. Annie laughed the whole way through, and had a great time, all because of this little thing.
The next day, a sweet lady from our ward came with three chicken salad sandwiches, right before lunch time. She told me she had just heard I was pregnant and had been thinking about me (of course, she didn’t realize that I’m 7 months pregnant, but that’s okay). I just had this overwhelming reassurance of my Heavenly Father’s love for me.
Saturday was our ward party. Annie couldn’t have had more fun running around with all the kids and playing. I love knowing that there are all these little kids that just look out for each other. Watching her play and have fun felt like a little miracle in itself. Then, while we were eating, I got a little perspective from the lady sitting next to us (she had her 3 grandkids with her). I apologized for my kids, and she said, ‘They were angels compared to these 3.” I, of course, would’ve said the same thing about her grandkids. Perspective…I needed some.
Sunday the opening song in Sacrament Meeting was “How Firm a Foundation”. The 3rd verse is (usually) my favorite:
Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid.
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
Something about those words always fills me with peace. This Sunday, though, it was the 2nd verse that caught my attention:
In ev’ry condition—in sickness, in health,
In poverty’s vale or abounding in wealth,
At home or abroad, on the land or the sea—
As thy days may demand, as thy days may demand,
As thy days may demand, so thy succor shall be.
I even went home and looked up “succor”. It means help, relief or aid. I had been feeling so overwhelmed about all the things I need to do to get ready for this baby, and still dealing with a little post-partum from Emily, among all the other trials of life…I forgot that I’m not alone.
We just watched “Life As We Know It” (awesome movie!) and one of the lines from that movie has been sticking with me.
“Just because you accept help from someone, doesn’t mean you have failed. It just means you’re not alone.”
So here’s to asking for help…:)
