Archive for December, 2012

The Final Christmas – TOP SHOT:YATES EDITION

Sometimes, someone else writes something so perfectly, that to try and give your own account is just a mere shadow of the better story.  Therefore, before looking at these pictures – head over to my sister’s blog (WollyPeaches) – to read about our final Family Christmas and TOP SHOT: YATES EDITION.

Then head back here to check out the pictures from our camera.  🙂

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~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Christmas with Granddaddy and Minnie Mouse

Granddaddy and Minnie Mouse came for a few days after Christmas, and we loved spending time with them!  We spent one day having “Christmas” and geocaching and then met them for Frozen Yogurt (along with the Sheeps) on the second day.  Lots of fun – LOTS of pictures!

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~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

GO’s Christmas (from Us)

We celebrated our last “nuclear family” Christmas with GO this evening.  She got to open her gifts and then we played a great game of “Disney Princess Yatzee”  (actually, kind of fun!).

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~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Big Girl Christmas

The oldest girls, OPM and CAM, opened their presents tonight, their last night with us.  I think everything was a hit – and Went is in love with his soft fuzzy puppies that now ride in his car seat with him (plus, I was excited to use the outfit for his 3 month picture session!).

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~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

*Finally* A Haircut

I finally got my hair cut, it was a hard choice, but it had gotten so long that I couldn’t really take care of it properly (at least not with all the other stuff I need to do!).  Otto was helping me by straightening my hair, but that still took almost an hour every time I washed it.

So – off it went.  Surprisingly enough, over 12 inches came off, and it’s STILL past my shoulders (and can go up in a ponytail – my big requirement!).

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~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Literal Labor of Love

It’s almost Christmas and yet, my mind is on my life 3 months ago.  Before the birth of our youngest son. When the contractions were so bad with Went that I had already been to the hospital twice and my doctor had gone before the Maternal Fetal Medicine Board to have a pre-term c-section approved.

Oh, how those contractions hurt. The pain was practically unbearable at times, I could hardly breathe, and would squeeze so hard that I actually broke skin where my fingernails curved into my legs. And all the while, I sat on my incredible comfortable bed or soaked in a deliciously warm tub of water. Looking back, it was so easy…

I cannot imagine what Mary went through. Contracting on a Donkey. Seriously, think about it. She knew the time was near, which clearly meant that she was in the early stages of labor. First babies take a while, and for her to give birth the first night she was in Bethlehem… She was laboring. While riding a donkey.

I’ve often wondered if Joseph slowed down for her, or was he rushing to try to get to shelter before the baby came? Were they timing contractions based on how far the donkey walked between the tightening? Or did they just realize that the pain was coming closer and closer together? Was she scared her water would break? Did she fear being away from her mother?

Leaving the home you know, with the women who know you (and you’ve seen give birth since you were a little girl) to go to a strange city… How much trust that girl-woman had in her God.

I wonder if they had a special satchel packed, with the clean swaddling cloths and the knife to cut the umbilical cord. Was she wearing her oldest robes, knowing they would get ruined? Or did she want to wear something even a little bit nicer, to try and look respectable for the innkeepers they knew they would have to impress for a room?

Did she talk through with the women of her town how the birth would go? I wonder how often she had to defend her choice to follow Joseph. How nervous was he? A man didn’t often attend births, so to know that she was his responsibility, perhaps solely so – especially if she gave birth on the road.

Surely they knew that the Prophet Isaiah foretold Bethlehem as the birthplace of the Savior, but I wonder if they feared an early birth, as she labored on their journey. I wonder if anyone traveled with them. Did the fellow travelers hurry on, to secure lodging for themselves? Did anyone see the young couple and stop to check on them? A family, who’s mother slowed down her own children, to give sweet Mary a kindly pat on the arm and a whispered bit of encouragement?

I don’t think Mary’s labor and delivery was any less human than any other woman in history. Just as Christ was fully human, so was His entrance into this world. But I believe, in my heart, that God provided that assistance to reach out to her, just as He reaches out to all His children.

I know that December 25th is not Christ’s “real” birthday, but this year, I would encourage each reader who finds their way here to take a moment and reach out to someone. Maybe there is a young, scared mother you know. Or perhaps it’s an older single gentleman who’s going through a large life change. Maybe it’s your own spouse or adult child. God never intended for us to face this journey of life alone, so come alongside another and love one another.  2013 can be a beautiful year.

For there are these three things that endure: Faith, Hope and Love, but the greatest of these is Love. I Corinthians 13:13

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Phone Photo Dump

Cute pictures stuck on my iPhone – now for you to see!

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Some people have asked why not more pictures of B10 and CW.  Two reasons: 1) They don’t LIKE me taking pictures of them as much anymore and 2) I am trying to respect their privacy as they get older.  Yes, there ARE pictures, but I don’t share near as many.  😉

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(