Six.

A Servant's Heart.

Remember in April when I published this TO DO LIST? Well, I am happy to report that it is all done.

Well, except for the Oreo part. I am a user. Can't help myself.

Also, the part about the king-sized bed. We figured this wasn't a good time for me to try out mattresses considering every part of my body aches and I can't find a good position to lay in.

Other than that, it is finished.

OK, OK. The part about Loulabelle's baby book. I just put that on there for kicks. I really wasn't going to attempt that...yet.

But still. My list is done.

Today was the last part of the LIST. My mom and I had a massive cooking day. It started at 7 with a trip to the newest Walmarts. (Jen, it was heavenly!) We just finished cooking and cleaning at 4:30. It was such a blessing to have a helper today. I loved cooking with my mom.

It is not unusual for her to do this for me. She has always been there. As long as I can remember. If I am sick, she has food ready or she takes the kids. When I complained that my feet were too swollen she booked me a pedicure with her wonderful gal. She would do anything for her family. She has a pure servant's heart.



Mom, thank you for always being there. Thank you for how much you give to my family. I am blessed to have you in my life. I hope one day to follow in your generous footsteps as I care for my grandkids and their families.

Now I am going to kick back, heave my water-retentive legs up in the recliner and breathe. It's almost time...

Seven

Have I told you all that Skip and I are going on vacation this summer? We leave in about a week for an all-inclusive resort just 30 minutes from our home. No, it's not the beach but every room does have a scenic view.

Accomodations are private with two adjustable beds. Every suite comes with a deluxe bathroom. The staff offers 24/7 care with just the touch of a button. This resort is equipped with an exceptional child care facility. Each child gets individual attention and lots of hugs. The professionally trained staff will even watch the children during the night so the adults can have some alone time. It is even rumored that they will bathe the children per request. How awesome is that?!

Meals are served 3xs per day. Visitors choose their own menus and they serve it via room service! Apparently, you can even have a local "spirited beverage" every 6 minutes if you desire.

All the fun we need is in one building. It sounds like heaven! We can't wait to go.

Eight.

What's in a name?

Raise your hand if you think Z-man and Loulabelle are the real names of my kiddos? These are fun names, but they are not the real ones.

Shocking. I know.

They happen to have, in my opinion, great names. But for the sake of the blog I keep them to myself.

Z-man was named after Skip's (not his real name either!!!) grandpa. It is a generational name that Z, Skip, his dad and his grandpa all share. This name is over 100 years old. When Skip and I were dating, he told me that his first boy would share the same name. It is a name of great importance to his entire family. It has been an honor to fulfill their desire. These are great men for Z to pattern his life after.

Loulabelle's name was more random. I fell in love with her name sometime in high school or college, not sure now. It was someone's last name, which is my favorite kind of name. Her middle name is mine, my dad's, and my great-grandfather's. We could not have picked a better name for her. She is fun and quirky and curly, just like her name. It fits.

The baby's name is very special to me. His first name is the ending of my maiden name. His middle name is my dad and brother's first name. My dad passed away when I was 20, after years of battling cancer. I was his little girl. I hope this name will honor him and his wonderful memory. He was the type of man that everyone adored. He was kind, and gentle, and hard working. The same traits that I pray over this baby. I think I will call him "Wing Man" on the blog.

One of the main reasons that I don't share the names here is to keep public opinion away. Since they are on the unusual side, we have received our fair share of negative comments.

When Loulabelle was just 1 month old a lady sent me into serious name regret. She walked up to me at the mall and gooed all over Lou. She told me how cute she was, yada yada. Then she asked me her name. Gushing with pride, I said the sweet word. The lady looked right at me and told me how weird that was, then walked away. I lived with Name Regret Syndrome for an entire month afterwards.

I have already had comments regarding this baby's name. Some love it, some hate it. It even took my family some time to adjust...and it's a family name!

The important thing is that we adore it. It is unique and meaningful. No one else has this name. It is actually a noun, but I am OK with that. We will say it with honor for the man he is named after was a good man.

(Whew. This is turning into a very long story.)

While Z-man was away at camp, we finished the baby's room. One of the first things he did was run in for a peek. He spent a few minutes looking around. When he came out, he was very quiet. Almost upset. Being sentimental, I thought he was just sad that his old room had changed and was no longer his. I asked him what was wrong.

"Do you not like the room?"

"No. I like the room. But why did you change the baby's name to WMM (pronounced whim)?"


"Oh, sweetie. Those are his initials."

"That's good. Cuz WMM (whim) is not a cool name!"

Everyone's a critic!

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Nine.

Nine days to go...

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Ten.

That is the number of days that I will ever be pregnant again in my whole life.

That is the number of days that I will feel the secret of being kicked and tickled from the inside.

That is the number of days that I will feel my baby hiccuping inside me like he is now.

That is the number of days before our family grows to five.

That is the number of days that I have to emotionally and physically prepare for the birth of our last child.

That is the number of days until I can see the baby that God created for us.

That is the number of days I have to live with swollen, achy legs.

That is the number of days until our family's love will overflow.

Ten.

He's Baaaaack!

What a fast week! It seems like just yesterday we took Z to camp and now he is home. Oh, it did my heart good to see the little guy today. He was so stinkin' sweet when he saw us...wouldn't let us go!

This week has been a little boy's dream come true. When I saw this picture, I knew he was in heaven!



You can tell how much his counselors love and adore the kiddos. These were his two favorite ones, Scott and Evan. The words they said about him today were precious.

The best part about the week was the letter we received from him. It read,

"Thank you for sending me to camp. It is grate.

Sed me nex yer. And the nex yer. And the nex yer."

Well done, Z. You did it! You came out of your comfort zone, embraced new challenges and made new friends. You even let a CUBS fan (gasp!) take you under his wing! WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU!!

Big Mistake. Huge.

Yesterday was day number one without Z. I had also dropped Loulabelle off at Camp Ma and Pa's for 3 days. Which wasn't hard because I know I can talk to her every 2 minutes if I want to. And I know her counselors!

So basically, I was home alone all day.

Home alone and pulling up the Camp website every 5 minutes to hoping to see a picture of Z smiling and having fun. I had worked myself into quite the frenzy.

Plus, I didn't feel good. Swollen, fat, yucky, self-conscious.

Plus, all I ate yesterday was cake and tuna. Which leads to some very ugly consequences.

It wasn't the makings of a good day. So what did I do to torture myself some more? I went downstairs into Z's room and laid down on his bed. The pillow that he left behind still had his little boy smell on it.

AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT!!!

Ugh!