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I love the children at this stage of life, how they wake up and can’t wait to dig into their presents.  Phoebe’s getting older and she’s starting to want to save presents for later in the day to make it last longer, but Philippa is young enough to feel like she’s waited long enough for presents to open.  She’s sort of a hard one to buy for because she rarely asks for anything and happily plays along with whatever everyone else has.  In the  weeks leading up to her birthday she randomly asked Brandon to make her a sword, as well as asking for a slinky.  Brandon made her a beautiful sword and she just loved it.  He made the grip to look like dragon scales and inscribed her initials near the bottom of it.  She was truly delighted.  I knit her a sweater, which she still hasn’t worn exactly, but she’s not a huge fan of sweaters.  She was still excited to see it, and I think she’ll wear it eventually. 🙂  This was the first year Phoebe and Noah wanted to give their own gifts to Philippa which was so sweet.  Noah wrote her a book and illustrated it all, what a treasure.  It’s quite originally called, The Gingerbread Man.  Phoebe bought her a new journal from the dollar spot at Target.  Paper of any sort is always on high demand at our house.  We bought her a “toothless dragon” as that has long been on her wish list.  We took a gamble and bought her a pair of rollerblades and she isn’t super into them yet, but I think with more practice she will love them.  Last year we purchased a scooter for her for Christmas and it took her a long time to really enjoy it but now she has completely worn the tires off of it.
My mom came by on her birthday morning to drop off her gifts since they wouldn’t be coming for a party, which was a fun treat for Philippa.
As the day went on, Philippa seemed to feel worse. Â When Wren got up from afternoon nap she was hot and listless, and I strapped her into the ergo so I could try to frost Philippa’s cake. Â But as I held her I realized her breathing was shallow and she was wheezing, so I loaded everyone up and we hurried to the doctor for help. Â I felt so bad for Philippa, but she was easy going about it. Â Brandon hurried home from work to pick up the other kids from the doctor, while I waited with Wren for her to respond to breathing treatments and fever reduces or the doctor said we would be admitting her. Â She finally recovered enough for the doctor to feel safe sending us home. Â By the time I got back a couple of hours later, Philippa also had a raging fever. Â We sang her happy birthday at 9 pm and she had a little bit of cake but certainly not with much gusto. Â Within a few hours she was also wheezing and needing a breathing treatment.
All in all, it was still a fun day but its hard not to be disappointed with all of the sickness and the distraction from celebrating like we usually do. Â However, it’s just life with kids. Â She didn’t mind as much as I did, and in the end, we’ll always remember being all so very sick for her 5th.








































Oh my sweet son. Â I’m so very proud of you. Â Five years old feels like a big deal and seeing you reach this milestone—one whole hand—it squeezes my heart a little bit hard. Â I’m happy and excited to see you grow, but mostly just feel like I’m grasping at sand slipping through my busy fingers. Â How to really not miss a moment of these fleeting days? Â So often busy with necessary work, with hurdles in front of us, with decisions to be made and mundane things that preoccupy. Â And then here you are, my once quiet snuggly little man child, now all long and tall and losing all that baby chub. Â It’s so wonderful to have a boy in the home–all the pants with holes in the knees, the stinky boy breath, the noise and cars and the way that everything morphs into a weapon. Â Also to see the special bond and understanding you have with your daddy. Â The way he knows just what treats and toys will light up your world. Â The way you two love to run errands together and have little pockets of man time. Â It was a special memory for us all this past summer when he took just you for a long weekend to the beach to visit with your Baba and Nain. Â I don’t think you’ll ever forget all the fun you had together. Â This past year was the year you quietly and without fanfare asked Jesus into your heart. Â Your little spirit is coming to life, delighting in Jesus, asking to pray at most meals, loving to learn about God and His Word. Â Can I tell you, there really is no greater delight for a parent than to share my greatest delight with you? Â To see Him at work in you, growing and shaping you. Â You’re learning how to be a little gentlemen, too, with so many ladies in the house to look after and take care of. Â I love to see your bond with your sisters, the way you are learning to gently care for them, to use your strength not to harm or hurt but to protect. Â You take joy in being the one to hold open the door for us, and I see your delight in using your strength to serve. Â We have our hurdles at times, son, of course–but