OUR HOUSE!

We've done it! Purchased a house :-) I'm soooooooooooooooooo excited, Stephen and I are now the proud owners of the most adorable little house in Litchfield, MN.

God has worked wonderfully in providing this home for our small family! We began considering the idea of buying a house about 2months ago.

Our one bedroom appartment was just to small for our growing family. After all a baby takes up a lot of space!

We found this house in Litch and just LOVED it! Not only was it cute, but was listed at an outstanding price.

We made an offer, but unfortunatly complications arose and we began to feel we would not get the house after all. We had basicly given up hope on this particular home and had even started looking at other options.

But then the realtor called and told us that the house had been relisted with a new agent and for less - in fact for exactly what we wanted to pay!

What a GOD thing :-)

So now we have a bit of work to do - but are planning on moving into our new home sometime before the end of June!

~ Lydia

I remember when I was younger and all i wanted was to grow up and get married. I wanted a baby sooooooooooooooo bad. I can remember one time in particular (I was probably about 14 or 15) looking in the mirror in my room and imagining seeing me holding my own child. Every time i'd hold a baby i'd wonder what it would be like to hold my OWN baby. At times the longing was so intense it translated into a physical ache. I know that may seem weird. But i longed so deeply and purely for a baby of my own that I could physicaly feel that desire.



Now as I look at my sleeping infant son, I again ache. Not an ache of unfufilled desire but one of abundant and overflowing love. Untill you've bore a child you can't possibly know what love is. The love that comes from knowing that this small innocent little baby needs you, completly trusts you, and is totally dependant on you is more amazing than words can tell. I can't even begin to express what I feel, all i know is that I ache with love for this helpless little child.

The NUK !

I always said my children would not have nuks (pacifiers) I disliked the look of a baby with a plastic plug in their mouth. I'd rather have a thumb sucker any day!


But God has a way of making me eat my words. While David was in the hospital we made the choice to give him a pacifier in the hopes it would help him learn to suck and he would be able to lach on and nurse soon/better. Well, after returning home I found excuses not to "throw" out the plastic plug, it was nice on drives, it worked wonders in church, the grandmas really liked to have it while babysitting . . . all in all the truth be told I had become dependant on the nuk to keep David quiet when I didn't want him to be loud.

All seemed well and good, I told myself (and unfortunatly others) that when the "free" nuk from the hospital (is any thing they give you there really "free" ?) was gone, whether that be lost, stolen or otherwise, it would be gone for good - I wasn't going to buy one and it would be the perfect opportunity to ween David of it.

Again I would eat my words.

One fatefull Saturday, we went to visit my parents.

Mom and I went garage saleling for a while, leaving David at the house in the charge of my younger sisters. When I returned David, poor baby, was more than ready to nurse and was only being held off by being rocked by his Aunt Faith and sucking on his ever faithful nuk. Well to make a long story short I nursed him, and later that evening we prepared to leave . . . but were was the pacifier? It was not to be found (and still has not been now several weeks later) So I thought, "well I guess it's pacifier weening time!"

On the drive home David got fussy, and I wished for the nuk. That night as we watched a movie and David started to fuss I wished for his nuk. And most certainly the next day in church when the poor little guy would NOT be happy did I most heartily wish for that nuk!

As I walked with him in the back of church I noticed the lost-and-found box sitting in a corner - there right on top sat a NUK! Oh' how I longed that it was mine. I continued to pace with my unhappy child, each time I passed that box I grew more envyous of whomever that nuk belonged to. Finally as David REFUSED to be comforted and as I was at the end of my rope, my longings became to intense and I made my choice. I would borrow the lost-and-now-found nuk. I took it to the kitchen and washed it really well. And then popped it into Davids mouth . . . he LOVED it, even better than his old nuk, I was hooked. When I was told after church to keep the nuk as the lost-and-found items were rarely claimed and were destined to soon make a one way trip to GoodWill I couldn't resist. And that is why, my friend, we again have a nuk in the house!