Wednesday, September 16, 2015

11 Months {Hayva Joy}

Hayva is 11 months old (yesterday)! How is it my sweet girl will be turning one next month? Her little personality it bursting out the seems these days! She is everything mischievous, hilarious, spunky and feisty. She can play the shy card as well and will tuck her little face into my shoulder when someone she doesn’t know tries to make friends.
She loves pulling her blankie over her head and giggles to beat the band when anyone asks “where’s Hayva?” Another favorite is throwing the blanket over her face and crawling around the room bumping into things. Silly girl!
She is a hair puller. Like BAD! She takes complete pleasure in it and I’ve had to rescue the kids several times and pry her tiny hand out of their hair. Her version with me is wrapping her little arms around my neck as if she is being sweet and giving me a hug…then I feel her little fingers working their way through those tiny hairs right at the base of my pony tail. She’ll get a good fist full and go to town as she starts that deep laugh down in her belly. Little stinker!

She isn’t eating hardly any solids. She squishes and throws everything I give her and is sold on trying to survive off her bottle for the time being. If it doesn’t get thrown with disgust to the floor, then it is used as hair and clothing accessories.

She went through an awful stage of ripping off her diaper every chance she got. I had to keep pants on her ALL the time or that thing didn’t have a chance. One afternoon I forgot to replace her shorts after a diaper change and 15 minutes later I was walking through the living room and came across a large wet spot on the floor and not far from it sat Hayva, naked and swinging her diaper over and around her head while she belly laughed.

Another not so glamorous diaper incident was when I went up to find her at 5am, in her crib, diaperless, with diarrhea everywhere. Everywhere. (She was teething and had a few days of it.) She was very happily sitting in the middle of it all splashing her hands in the mess and then rubbing them on her belly. Lovely.  Thankfully after about a month of diaper ripping, she seems to have come to gripes with the fact that she’s got to wear the thing.

She has been having rare moments of cuddliness the last few weeks. She reaches her chubby arms around my neck and pulls me close with all her strength until our cheeks are squished together. She’ll giggle and then plant a big, wet, open mouth kiss on my eye. I love it!

She gets into everything. The toilet. Trash. Daddy’s rodeo magazines. The kid’s art work. My Bible. She rips, eats and destroys everything in her path hahaha! I’ve had all the windows open this past week and several of our screens must not be very good because I’ve caught her eating bugs on several occasions. 

She is loud and busy all the time. She will never just fall asleep on me when we are out if she’s exhausted. She squawks and climbers me like a wild monkey. Sunday mornings normally find me standing in the back of church. Bouncing, walking and basically being a human jungle gym. As I walk I pass at least two or three other moms with their kiddo (the same age as Hayva) sitting with their little ones all snuggled in sleeping. That is just not my child.

Hayva is giggly, all smiles all the time and just has an excitement about life that’s contagious. She literally bounces through her day and her bright blue eyes dance every time she catches me looking at her.

She and Laughter have a game where they crawl after each other through the downstairs of the house. I can’t seems to find a point to the game except their doesn’t seem to need a point. They just explode with laughter as they go round and round.

She has discovered my cookie cutter collection in one of my draws in the kitchen and unloading them all over the floor has provided hours of entertainment while I cook dinner and put away dishes. She takes great delight in pulling open the drawer, always glancing my way with that deep belly laugh like she wants to see if I’m going to let her get away with it. She’ll pull out each one, inspect it while talking to herself, sometimes she chews on one, before putting it on the floor and grabbing another.
She loves being hauled around while we do chores outside and feed animals. She has a love for all things critters and being a part of everything. She ads so much happy to our crew and each day we are thankful she is part of our family.

Happy 11 months Hayva Joy! 

Friday, September 11, 2015

Jancsi's New Boy

Soon after Hayva was born- like literally the week we brought her home, Jancsi began talking about ‘his new boy.’ Sebron and I were somewhat thrown off at first as we couldn’t figure out exactly what he was talking about. He would tell us stories of things he and his new boy would do together and things they would play. I remember sitting on the bed nursing Hayva (only days old) and Jancsi walking in, climbing up on the bed with me and he sat by me for awhile. Before he left, he leaned over and kissed my knee and said “This is for you to have a new boy!” It was then I started putting two and two together and realized this ‘new boy’ was a brother.

A week or so later, he drew a picture and told me it was for his new boy’s birthday. He asked me for a box to wrap it in. I had gotten a package in the mail the day before and told him he could have the box. I was running on no sleep, new baby and lots of diapers and didn’t think anything of it.
It wasn’t long after this that I started noticing things going missing. Pairs of Jancsi’s socks, underwear, his pj’s, certain toys, his toothbrush, and different items. I began to question Jancsi about it since I assumed he was misplacing them. He quickly informed me they were in his box for his new boy’s birthday.  Several times at bedtime he prayed for his new boy, asking God for a brother.

He would come up to Sebron and I and say “Well, my toy helicopter broke and I don’t want it any more so I gave it to my new boy because he will love it!” He had’t dropped it for the past 11 months and his box in his closet was getting out of control. As soon as he grew out of clothes- they went in the box. His pictures- went in the box. Broken toys and old boots- in the box.  

When we found out we were expecting, I couldn’t help but send up silent prayers to God that this little one would be a brother. I was so nervous going in for our big ultrasound. I knew whatever the Lord had for us would be perfect for our family, but I couldn’t help but hope it would be a boy. I told the tech to put the results in an envelope for me to take home. The rest of my doctors appointment seemed to take forever! As soon as I got in the car, I cheated and peeked! I had to be prepared to go home to Jancsi if it was another girl…. I let out giddy screams when I saw BOY printed across the picture!!

I could hardly wait to get home! I grabbed some blue party string on the way and we all had a string fight after Sebron and Daddy opened the envelope! There was much cheering and screaming!

Since finding out it has been so fun to talk with Jancsi about the things him and his brother will do together and the things he can teach him…Jancsi even shouted excitedly “I CAN SHARE MY ROOM AND MY BROTHER CAN HAVE A SLEEPOVER!”

We are so beyond excited and thankful for a healthy little guy on the way! God is so wonderfully good! 

Wednesday, August 12, 2015


 A sweet family who goes to our church- and just happens to live on the same dirt road as us, called me up a few weeks ago. Their daughter is fighting cancer and wanted to give the kids her horse. We went over and met Darby and spent some time riding her with the kids.
Laughter was instantly in love and broke into tears when we had to go. We rode her a few times before telling them that we would take her. She is a smaller horse, I can ride her and she is just right for the kids. We have all enjoyed having her and look forward to the kids learning and growing in their riding and horse skills with her.
Lulu wakes up each day saying “I ride horsey. I pet her.” We are learning boundaries like not walking behind the horse and needing to have Mom and Dad with you when you go up to her etc. The other day I was getting kids out of the car and I’d put Laughter down and had turned back to get Jancsi. I put him down and there was Lou, she had crawled under the fence was just standing there petting Darby. Oh girl. I love how she loves animals, but she has no sense of fear or how they are unpredictable. Trying to put a healthy fear in her is a daily thing.
Last night, after kids were in bed and chores done, I saddled her up and we went riding. Down the driveway, through the ram's pasture and out with the bulls. We rode till dark. It was so relaxing and refreshing after the long day. As we rode through the fields, I could feel my stress melting away. Thank you Father for this moment of peace and quiet. 

I’m looking forward to all the adventures we are going to have with her! 

So done.

This has been one of those weeks were I have hit the wall. So. Many. Times. I’ve been done. So done. I’ve wanted to sell every last animal and just be done.

We picked up our ram on Saturday. He is huge. Like 200+lbs. They told me he is an aggressive breeder and gets the job done. Awesome. But we’re not ready to breed our ewes yet. We want to wait till November.

Saturday afternoon was spent moving all the animals around to new pastures and deworming the sheep. It was over 100 degrees and I didn’t get a nap. I know it sounds pathetic, but these days they get me through. We got everyone situated and moved waters around and got the ram in his own pen.
We woke up Sunday morning and our big guy had jumped fence and was in with the ewes. He was obviously courting one of them and she was only too obliging and flirtatious. Fabulous. We ran out to get him back in his own pen and quickly discovered he didn’t want to leave his ladies, nor did he have any intention of letting us get near him.

We ran after him (in our pajamas) and finally were able to rope him. He promptly sat down and refused to move. Trying to pick him up is like lifting a Shetland pony of dead weight. It’s just not happening. So, for another 30 minutes, Sebron pulled and I pushed. We finally got him to a new pasture, further away from the ewes. Only bad part is it’s over our driveway which means every time we go out or come in we have to open gates and rope him to keep him from getting out while we drive the car through. Let me just say, that when I’m trying to get somewhere and it’s 108 outside, I’m not too excited about chasing the ram down just so I can get through.

He got out again Sunday afternoon and came running down to the ladies….aggressive breeder…very true.

On top of this, the ewes are still dealing with parasites after we have treated and treated. It’s so frustrating.
Then there are the chickens. They’ve decided to stop laying in their boxes and lay their eggs wherever their little heart desires. This means at the end of a long day, when all I want to do is crawl into bed, I have to go on a major egg hunt. All the hens follow me around clucking and making their little noises. It’s like they are mocking me. I trudge through woods and briers looking everywhere and my hunt always comes up short. I’ve been finding maybe ¼ of the eggs. I had to BUY eggs the other week! I seriously have no idea where they are hiding those little blighters.

Sebron tried to encourage me that he heard on the news we were going to be getting a cool front…"like upper 90’s I think. They said like 97-99.”

Wow. So. Done. 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Hello, it's been awhile.

I have been silent on here for the most part this summer. Mostly due to lack of motivation to write. I have tried several times to sit down and actually get a post written, but I’m always interrupted or the actual ‘sitting down and writing’ part just don’t make it more than a thought.

We are excited to announce baby #4 is coming in February! Jancsi is SO excited and of course hoping for a brother! I am completely and utterly exhausted and this summer has been a test of my physical and mental strength. I’ve been feeling pretty crummy and that with three kiddos to keep up with- the youngest still being pretty little, I’ve not had energy for much extra.

I feel like when Mama suffers the whole family suffers…meals suffer….the house suffers… laundry suffers… you get the picture. It’s been a long summer and I’m not going to lie, I’m looking forward to cooler weather and more energy to get out and do fun things. 

Here's to (trying to) post more often!
One from early June while at the beach in NC.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

9 Months {Hayva Joy}

Miss Hayva seems to change each day as she is learning and doing new things. She is crawling everywhere, into everything and always seems to find the things she is not supposed to be into. She is loud, squirmy and the messiest little eater out of the three.

Miss Hayva is on the go from the second she wakes up. She is pulling up on everything and just the other day, I caught her up a few stairs.

She still just has the two teeth on the bottom and everything finds its way into her little mouth these days. She has turned out to be pretty rough and tumble and enjoys wrestling with Jancsi for a short amount of time. :)

Her bright blue eyes are holding onto their blue and that little smile gets me every time. I can't imagine life without this wild girl!

Love you sweet Hayva!

Friday, June 19, 2015

8 Months {Hayva Joy}

We are home from our trip and I will be posting more on that later. For now, I just have to catch you up on Miss Hayva Joy. She turned 8 months back on the 15th while we were away and this past month has been big for her.

She popped two teeth out our first day at the beach! Even now she likes to run her little tongue over them. So cute!

She is sitting unassisted, crawling and pulling up on things. Unlike her older siblings who army crawled for the longest time, Hayva popped up on those knees right off the bat! She is loving this new found ability to get into things- much to her big brother’s dismay. Another good reason for me to keep things picked up and the floors vacuumed. J She is pulling up on things and the other morning I found her up on her knees in her crib. She is pretty proud of herself.

We spent a lot of time in the pool at Nana and Opa’s and this girl loves the water! She was completely happy to hang out in whoever’s arms and splash with her little arms. She had a blast!

She is the messiest little eater I think I’ve ever seen. If there is anything going on while you are trying to feed her you can just forget about it. She is the most distracted little person.

Hayva loves to be outside and all the animals. She is a little chatter box and is always spitting or making little noises. She is our happiest baby and the squirmiest. Trying to dress her is like trying to put clothes on a wild animal, covered in butter, while trying to walk a tight rope. She is wild! Miss Hayva is hardly ever happy to just be still and has dumped several dinner plates into people’s laps while being help at the table.

She is so much fun right now and her little belly laugh is simply the best. Happy 8 months my love!