Thursday, July 11, 2013

Alligator Got the Paci

So Ryan and I decided a couple of months ago that Eli's paci was nearing the end of its life in our house.  I've read and heard multiple places that babies lose their sucking instinct around 6 months and after that a paci is just a habit, not something they actually need to soothe themselves.  In addition, logic kept whispering in our ear that it was only going to get harder as he got older.  No matter how hard it is now, it will never get easier, logic told us.  However, Eli's first plane trip was planned for the beginning of July and we certainly weren't brave enough to attack that adventure without a paci.  So our plane trip came and went, then fourth of July in Topeka came and went, and we had very little excuse left to delay the paci's exit.  In fact, we were on a deadline because we knew the paci had to be gone by the time Eli goes back to daycare.  Miss Dawn, bless her, loves Eli so much.  So much in fact, that we knew there was no way she'd put him through the trauma of losing a paci.  So it was now or never. 

Thus came the question - do we take it cold turkey or do we cut the tip off of it therefore rendering the paci pointless and (hopefully) no longer desirable to our sweet Eli.  In a moment of wisdom, Ryan pointed out that Eli will pretty much go with the flow on anything as long as he thinks it's his idea.  (Not our kid at all. Ha.)  In other words, if we 'ruin' the paci then he will (hopefully) throw it aside deciding that he's done with it.  I mean what's the worst that could happen?  He sucks on it anyway and we ultimately have to take it from him?  Seemed like a decent hypothesis to take to the lab.  Here are the results of our experiment... (note - all observation was done through our video monitor :)

Sunday bedtime - Eli sticks the paci in his mouth.  Takes it out and examines (what the heck??).  Sticks it back in.  Takes it out and examines (what happened to this thing??).  Sticks it back in.  Repeat for 5-7 minutes until paci was ultimately tossed over the crib railing and left abandoned in the middle of his room.  Little man rolled around for a while and fell asleep with no issue.

Monday Nap #1 - Mom lays paci in the corner of the crib then lays Eli down.  Eli sticks the paci in his mouth.  Takes it out and examines (oh great, this again).  Sticks it back in and chews on it....like a piece of cud.  Crawls around for a while - gnawing away until, ultimately, the paci meets the same fate - over the railing and onto the carpet.

Monday Nap #2 - Mom lays paci in the corner of the crib then lays Eli down.  Eli plays with his blanket, rolls around, practices his clapping, bangs his head against his crib all before paying any attention to the paci in the corner.  Then, spotting the paci, crawls over to it, promptly chucks it to the middle of the room, plays a bit longer, then falls asleep. 

Many of the same observations occured through Tuesday.  Wednesday morning, Eli had been ignoring the paci long enough that I was pretty confident he wouldn't care if it never showed up again.  And it hasn't.  And he hasn't seemed to miss it.  So, I guess that's that. 

The alligator took a big ol' bite out of Eli's beloved paci, but, luckily, he still has no problem making it to dream land. 

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The Best Year

One short year ago, Ryan and I were anxiously (and I mean ANXIOUSLY) awaiting the arrival of our sweet baby boy, Eli Alexander Grieves.  Our prayers for a healthy baby and routine labor were answered when he arrived at 4:21 pm screaming and purple (good, baby purple - not scary purple).  In the last year we have sacrificed sleep, hobbies, lounging on the couch (or lounging of any kind really), and our own schedules.  And we would undoubtedly make those sacrifices all over again to have Eli in our lives (which is good because I'm sure the sacrifices are just starting :)).
One short year ago...

Sweet Eli,
You are the complete embodiment of joy and  unconditional love.  Those are both huge concepts that are hard to grasp, but you, sir, have made it possible for us.  From the moment you were born you have trusted and loved us without condition.  And we have loved you the same.  You have also shown us what true, unbridled joy looks like.  There is nothing like your smile and your giggles to fill an entire room with joy.  As much as your daddy and I love each other, we were incomplete without you.  You have brought joy to our lives that we had never, ever experienced before.  Thank you sweet baby.
We are so proud of the little boy you have grown to be.  You are loving and sweet and silly.  You are also strong-willed and stubborn passionate.  We are certain you have taught us far more than we have taught you and I am sure that will only continue.
We continue to pray that you will grow to be a great man of faith who is kind, compassionate, and loving towards everyone you encounter.  We love you to the moon and back.

Maniac Man!

At one year you....
- army crawl at the speed of light
- love to 'scare' us (Bah! BuuuuAH!)
- eat table food and drink from a sippy cup
- laugh when we tickle you and make bug eyes at you
- like casting spells on anyone and anything
- love to swing HIGH and swim!
- climb on everything (bar stools, stairs, dressers, oven...if you can pull up on it, you will!)
- will sometimes walk behind your push cart....but you're not really that interested
- sometimes throw a fit when we put you in your carseat
- sometimes get impatient when you have to sit still for too long (carseat, stroller)
- have started to figure out your shape sorter
- like to have 'conversations' with anyone that will listen
- seem to be scared of men with dark hair (sorry Uncle Go)
- do not understand the concept of 'stranger danger.'  Everyone is your friend!
- seem to be having a little bit of separation anxiety  (at church and gym nurseries)
- wave hi, bye-bye, clap and sign for 'all-done' and 'more' (except you use the same sign for both words...that makes things tricky)
- love saying 'Uh-Oh' and dropping things just so you can say it (uh-uh-ohhhh)
- sleep from 7 pm - 7 am and take two naps during the day (kid loves his sleep!)
- LOVE playing and wrestling with your daddy
- love other kids - watching them, playing with them, etc
- love reading books - especially your Old MacDonald and Wheels on the Bus 'touch and feel' books
- did great on your first plane ride to Texas!
- go by E, E-Money, Monkey, and Maniac Man

Can't wait to see what year two brings!  We love you E!

Monday, July 1, 2013

In Memory

Eleven days ago two of my favorite people set out on an after-dinner walk with no idea that only one of them would make it home.  At the age of 54, with no history of heart disease, my Uncle Brent took his last steps with my aunt by his side before a massive heart attack ended his stay on this earth.

I do not have the words to adequately convey the kindness, faith, and sincerity of this man.  His entire life was the definition of these three words.  I will always remember him for the huge smile and giant bear hug I received every time I saw him, for buying a bike and keeping it at his house in Texas just for when I came to visit, for his willingness to play 'Follow the Leader' off of a diving board regardless of what crazy tricks I did first, for his tireless devotion to drive and fly all over the country to watch his kids compete, for his generosity, his selflessness, and, most of all, for his unquestionable love for my aunt, for his family and for his Lord.

Yes, Anita, I see you with that camera.
As Ryan and I tried to digest the shock and grief that began 11 days ago, we bounced from disbelief to denial and back again.  When someone as wonderful as Brent is taken far too soon, you cannot help but ask 'why'.  Why would the Lord take someone who was serving Him so well?  There was so much on this earth that Brent could still do.  But I think the answer might lie with the hundreds of people that came to honor my Uncle and to show their gratitude for his impact on their lives.  Monday night's two hour visitation lasted four.  On Tuesday, the ushers counted 1,000 people in a sanctuary built to hold 700.  There is not a single doubt in our minds that 1,000 people left the church that day determined to find the type of faith and relationship my uncle had with God.  I know Ryan and I did.

Yet, still, my heart breaks for my aunt and for my cousins who have lost their best friend, their rock.  Though he won't walk through the door again, he has left a piece of him with each one of them that will never be taken away.  Not only was my uncle an incredible man of faith, he was an incredible teacher of God's love for us.  This was no more evident than when my four cousins stood in front of 1,000 people and spoke in their dad's honor.  You see, he had not just been a man of faith in the quiet places.  He was a man who lived his faith in everything he did, and he talked to people about his faith - most importantly his kids.  Hearing the words they shared, the deep, mature understanding of their Lord and His promise of eternal life was such a testament to their dad.  To what he taught them.  He lived with urgency.  An urgency to know and love the Lord and an urgency to share this knowledge with the people he loved.

As I sit and reread the words his family wrote for him, I am in awe of the perspective he gave them.  Though he didn't know it, he was preparing them for this very time.  As he told Greg, 'You have to know in your heart you are ready, that you are going to heaven.  You have to embrace it and have no regrets because you never know when your time will come.'

 If, at this point, I have failed to communicate how much Ryan and I admire Brent Lupton, let this picture clarify any lingering questions.  In honor of Brent Lupton - our very own Baby Jay. 

As I reflect on this past week, I am honored, proud and so blessed to be a part of the family I have.  With only three days notice, over 50 members of our immediate family made their way to Kingwood, Texas to honor Brent.  Work, travel costs, and obligations faded as we all found a way to get there to honor a man who we loved so much.  I am thankful that distance and time does nothing to dilute the love and devotion our family shares.  The thing is, I have three more uncles that followed Brent and me off that same diving board.  When wedding dress shopping, they had to give us the largest dressing room to fit all of my aunts and cousins.  The 'normal' definition of sister, brother, uncle, aunt and cousin does not apply to my family.  We are simply one giant family spread over multiple states, living in different houses.  But, when it comes down to it, we are all one.