And here are her official pictures. ❤
And now I present to you, my 7 favorite Grace Philomena memories
Giving birth. I pushed and pushed and huffed and puffed and I didn’t quite blow down a house, but I birthed a baby. It’s a pretty magnificent thing!
Sleeping with her on my chest on the couch. Someone didn’t want to sleep on her back. I couldn’t sleep unless she was sleeping. So we compromised. Her on my chest, all nestled snug. Me finally getting some shut eye. It only lasted until I decided to hell with the sleeping on the back requirement. I miss it.
Her first real smiles. They happened during our trip to New Hampshire. She was wearing one of my favorite outfits of hers and was just adorable there smiling at her Daddy.
When she finally nursed without the nipple shield. That shield was both a blessing and a curse. But boy was I glad when she finally figured out nursing on her own!
Just looking at her. I have all these random memories of looking at her while holding her (nursing or sleeping) and I can remember telling myself “Don’t forget! You’ll want to remember this!” Well, I suppose I do, but her face is always changing. I don’t mind. That’s why we have cameras now, right?
The way she says “Daddy” right now. It’s like “Dah-eee” and it’s the most adorable thing in the world. It’s pretty much the only word she says too.
Her joy. Her spirit. This girl is so happy and passionate. She’s gonna go places.
Happy Birthday Grace!
“…so that they [older women] may encourage [or train] the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored [blasphemed or discredited].” Titus 2:3-5
I’m doing some “blog hopping” today, trying to find some good ones to add to my google reader. Particularly I was looking for good, Christ-centered Moms who I could connect with (bonus if they have super cute kids or blog designs). I’m not opposed to non-Catholic blogs, simply because there is wisdom and wit to be found in all sorts of places.
I came across a beautiful blog (that I’m still exploring) with this intriguing post: If You’re Not Raising Your Daughters To Be Homemakers, You Are Potentially Hurting Them.
The author’s main point is that daughters are often told things like “You can do whatever you want” but what ends up happening to most of them is that they grow up to be wives and moms (often stay at home moms, at least for a season of their life)! I think I’m lucky enough that in some respects, I was raised to be a homemaker or at the least, I was raised with a good amount of “mom training”. I think my training did suffer a bit though, on the actual “homemaking” front. Yes, I know how to do all the household chores. I can wash dishes, do loads of laundry, and tidy up the living room.
But homemaking is considerably more than just chores. During 2009 I spent a good chunk of time on sites like flylady.net trying to figure out just what homemaking really is. I don’t think I know yet. In fact, I think it changes in all sorts of myriad ways as families change and grow and add (or subtract) members. One of my biggest goals for 2010 is to really take myself and grow into a homemaker. That’s always been my clear vocation, but I was never “trained” in that way.
And, of course, part of this is about how I’m going to train up my daughter(s). Grace may grow up to be a nun, a president, a single woman, or like most women, a wife and mother. Since the odds are that she’ll need to know how to do that job, I will have to make sure to fulfill my vocation by teaching her up in those ways. And this doesn’t mean having a home economics class in high school for one semester. This is about constantly working with Grace, being an example to her, and slowly teaching her over the course of her whole life the skills that she needs.
So yes, I’ll bake cookies with her, and hopefully give her siblings so that she can get hands on child care experience and make her wash dishes and do the laundry. But most of all I hope to teach her to do these things efficiently and with a joyful heart, always praising God.
You may think that I forgot to finish that sentance. I truly didn’t. Babies just make everything more: more exciting, more fun, more crazy, more busy, more everything!
This past Saturday (early early in the morning after a long long night) we welcomed Zeke Vitale into our ever growing family!
He’s quite the charmer, we already love him so much! He is actually smaller than Gracie was, only 7lbs 5ozs.
Somehow though, babies make me more forgetful. So today I’m scrambling about trying to get everything to a state of “normal”. So here’s what I’m doing/have done today!
- Get the Curtains postcards uploaded to Staples to be printed (this is taking a horrifically long time)
- Clean up in the kitchen (almost done!)
- Finish going through my clothes and put them away (1st part done, 2d part is a hopeful)
- organize Grace’s clothes (yes, that is still lingering on my list!)
But you know how it is, babies make things more! Grace is, I think, hitting a growth spurt. All she has done today has been eating and sleeping. It’s nice when the sleeping happens, cause it’s letting me get things done, but when she is awake she is being quite needy, especially in regards to eating, but also playing. I”m practicing being a “Yes Mom” who spends time giving to her kids, so I have no problem cuddling or giggling with Gracie. It’s quite nice to take that break as a matter of fact!
See what fun we have after taking a shower?
My girl is starting to make noises in her room, so I’m going to scurry and wash some dishes before she really wakes up. Tata for now!
- Clean and organize (as much as possible) Gracie’s room.
- Clean up clutter in the living room
- Vacuum as much as possible (whatever is clutter free)
- Go through Gracie’s clothes, box up too small and make sure it’s all where it needs to be.
Yeah, it’s a lot, but I’ve already done a lot. Gracie’s room is about to be vacuumed and then I’m going to start on her clothes. Hopefully she will cooperate since she’s hit a growth spurt and wants to eat about every 1-2 hours (it’s INSANE). Plus, with the show tonight, I’m on a limited time schedule. 5 more hours til Chris gets home/dinner, then I’ve gotta get to the theater by 6!