Women are like lionesses at the gate of the home. . . . She guards that gate, and things matter to that family if they matter to her. . . . Sisters, you are each like the lioness at the gate. This means that there has to be some prioritizing. I was taught years ago that when our priorities are out of order, we lose power. If we need power and influence to carry out our mission, then our priorities have to be straight.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

I Exist

"Mommy, will you blog about me tonight? You've been talking so much about sister, I'm afraid no one is going is going to remember that I exist!"

I just love these nightly conversations I get to have with Rachelle while she's nursing. They're so sweet and reassuring. And her little voice is just so adorable.

You know what other mind-blowing, genius thing Rachelle did today?

While watching "Circle of Life" with her sister, she pointed to the elephant when it came on the screen and said "Bbbbbbpppppp!" A really big raspberry sound, spitting and drooling everywhere.

A perfect imitation of me when I do it.

She's also perfected the art of sitting - sitting on a foot stool, the pink princess couch, the little kid chairs, and most importantly, my lap. Sometimes she does it with her reverse lights on, beeping as she backs up, bum already sticking out with 2 feet to go. Other times she grabs your shoulders, gets in your face as she climbs in the nest that is your lap, then does a 180 at the last minute to gracefully find herself in the crook of your crossed legs.

Learning to sit has brought along other new skills, like knowing how to climb off of things by turning around and sliding on your tummy. So when she's all done nursing, she flips over and slides down the side of the chair. (That makes me kinda sad!) She also knows how to climb onto, and finally off of, all "riding toys" - making her older sister really mad as Shaelyn felt she owned this skill, and therefore all riding toys as well.

She brings you puzzle pieces when you're working on a puzzle (even if they're not from the one you're currently working on). She helps put away clothes (even though they're the very ones she just ripped out of whatever open drawer she is currently putting them back into). She helps throw things away (then reaches right back into the trash can for some nasty treasures, resulting in an up-to-her-elbow bath in Lysol).

And every night, after she's done nursing in the "green chair," she looks up expectantly at me and starts singing, in her little Rachelle way. Because she knows I'll join in with "I am a Child of God." Every night. And it's my favorite way to end the day.