MM: We passed on our typical Louisiana road trip due to Ginny's current state of 34-weeks ripe. It turned out well, as we were able to enjoy some great family fun, as well as Fayetteville's first white Christmas in quite some time (3-4 inches). Ginny is doing well, and feeling very...pregnant. Bedrest has pretty much dissipated back to normal life. We have an appointment Monday, and baby & mom are doing great by all indicators- going on strict bedrest at 19 weeks, and now having arrived at 34 weeks is something we are celebrating this season. This "little" one is on track to beat out its big brother & sister in the birth weight department.
Hazel did not quite grasp Christmas yet, but it was really fun to see her running around- excited about something- because mom & dad's inflection let her know she should be. With some help, she managed to open each package and explore the contents with unmatched curiosity. Four stockings watched over it all- perched atop the fireplace. It will be five when Christmas comes around again. And it is this fact that calls me back from all the trappings of a typical holiday season. God put on flesh and came as a baby, overcoming death and offering hope in place of my ache for an empty stocking.
It is our hope that you have a meaningful holiday season.
Our Christmas card said it all as we approach the New Year...
"This year we remember the One sent to earth as a child...as we ourselves:
remember one.
enjoy one.
anticipate one."
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
grass is greener...a great update
gm:
wanted to update you guys on the latest around the mooney household...
life has once again drastically changed. at my appointment 2 weeks ago, things looked really good. so good, in fact, that i got permission to be up for 4 hours a day &...
wait for it...
here comes the real kicker...
take care of Hazel all by myself!
i don't think words could accurately describe how great this is, so i'm not even gonna attempt it. just know, it's really really great. life feels pretty normal, which is anything but normal. it's fantastic, superb, sensational, beautiful, wonderful...well, you get the idea..it's as if i have a brand new lease on life. i have thought lately that everyone should be put on full bedrest at some time or another in their life because since i've been "up" it seems like the grass is greener & the sky is bluer & i honestly LOVE doing all these mundane & routine things. don't get me wrong, the immobility for 10 weeks has made my being up a bit tiring & after about 5pm your great grandma could destroy me in a foot race. but i'll take tired over immobile anyday!!
we had another appointment today & things continue to look good. & we continue to pray & rejoice that the Lord is still knitting #3 together within me. exploding with gratefulness to such a creative Maker.
we'll keep on keeping ya posted.
wanted to update you guys on the latest around the mooney household...
life has once again drastically changed. at my appointment 2 weeks ago, things looked really good. so good, in fact, that i got permission to be up for 4 hours a day &...
wait for it...
here comes the real kicker...
take care of Hazel all by myself!
i don't think words could accurately describe how great this is, so i'm not even gonna attempt it. just know, it's really really great. life feels pretty normal, which is anything but normal. it's fantastic, superb, sensational, beautiful, wonderful...well, you get the idea..it's as if i have a brand new lease on life. i have thought lately that everyone should be put on full bedrest at some time or another in their life because since i've been "up" it seems like the grass is greener & the sky is bluer & i honestly LOVE doing all these mundane & routine things. don't get me wrong, the immobility for 10 weeks has made my being up a bit tiring & after about 5pm your great grandma could destroy me in a foot race. but i'll take tired over immobile anyday!!
we had another appointment today & things continue to look good. & we continue to pray & rejoice that the Lord is still knitting #3 together within me. exploding with gratefulness to such a creative Maker.
we'll keep on keeping ya posted.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Gender Poll
For the first time there is a consensus on gender in the Mooney home. We guess boy. What do you think? Place on a bet on your left. Who knows, the majority of guessers were right with Hazel.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tampa
Because my wife has threatened to out me if I did not mention something, here I go. I am leaving tomorrow headed to Tampa, Florida to attend a banquet put on by Family First. I will be receiving an award named after Tony Dungy's father (Wilbur L. Dungy). I am more than flattered and honestly humbled.
It is a bit overwhelming, as it feels somewhat like being handed the World Series Championship in the first inning of game 1. With that said, it is a great testament to my son and my God.
Ginny disagrees, but I feel as if I forfeit any dad status by leaving her and Hazel in their current state. I'll try to keep some updates coming on Twitter. Let me know if you have any good questions for Tony or Max Lucado.
It is a bit overwhelming, as it feels somewhat like being handed the World Series Championship in the first inning of game 1. With that said, it is a great testament to my son and my God.
Ginny disagrees, but I feel as if I forfeit any dad status by leaving her and Hazel in their current state. I'll try to keep some updates coming on Twitter. Let me know if you have any good questions for Tony or Max Lucado.
The leash is longer
MM: At our Dr.'s appointment last week, after 9 weeks of complete bed rest, Ginny was given the green light to get off the couch for "1 to 2 hours a day." Needless to say, she is quite happy with this turn of events; she was most excited to be able to cook a meal.
Ginny still cannot be left alone with Hazel; so, her life changing freedom hours have not equated to much change on my end. Our friends and family are a constant at our house. They've got to be tired of us, but they show no signs of giving up yet.
Twenty-eight weeks down, and each week that passes with no delivery is a great thing. We are deeply immersed in what for us has been a 7 month conversation- what will we name this little guy or gal? The list is narrowing, and no we're not telling you.
Obviously, I have been a little quiet as for my take on this whole bed rest journey. There's plenty to say, but very little opportunity to sit down and write it. For me, it pretty much all boils down to an epic lesson in how unbelievably selfish I can be. Your wife on bed rest pretty much forces you to be the guy you wish you were- you serve your wife & you get to be the dad that you always hoped you could be. So, in practice, I am doing the stuff that saints are made of. However, I would quite prefer to perform these righteous acts without all the frustration, fatigue, and mental cussing. I'm doing all the right things, but struggling to do it excellently.
I pretty much cannot relate to my male peers these days. They want to talk fantasy football & razorback victories while I sit wondering why she woke up at 5am and contemplating adding another snack before putting her to bed. The ongoing joke is that I only lack mammary glands. I gravitate to working mothers and look for opportunities to quiz them on their child's caloric intake.
And I love it. I really do. I love being such a vital part of Hazel's life. I know this season will not last forever. And when it is gone, I will miss it sorely. It is this perspective that leaves me most frustrated when I am not enjoying the process of my current status. I know there is a beautiful fragrance to cherish here, but I smell dirty diapers.
As for Hazel, she is quite a trooper. She's walking, laughing and exerting her will on the world. She's not unaware of what is going on. My getting out the door has become something like an olympic event. Gold medals are awarded when I slip out unnoticed and tears are avoided. And gold medals are a rarity.
The current season of life seems like one of survival for all three of us. But all of it is such a great reminder of lessons learned in days past. We're making it. And baby's coming!
Ginny still cannot be left alone with Hazel; so, her life changing freedom hours have not equated to much change on my end. Our friends and family are a constant at our house. They've got to be tired of us, but they show no signs of giving up yet.
Twenty-eight weeks down, and each week that passes with no delivery is a great thing. We are deeply immersed in what for us has been a 7 month conversation- what will we name this little guy or gal? The list is narrowing, and no we're not telling you.
Obviously, I have been a little quiet as for my take on this whole bed rest journey. There's plenty to say, but very little opportunity to sit down and write it. For me, it pretty much all boils down to an epic lesson in how unbelievably selfish I can be. Your wife on bed rest pretty much forces you to be the guy you wish you were- you serve your wife & you get to be the dad that you always hoped you could be. So, in practice, I am doing the stuff that saints are made of. However, I would quite prefer to perform these righteous acts without all the frustration, fatigue, and mental cussing. I'm doing all the right things, but struggling to do it excellently.
I pretty much cannot relate to my male peers these days. They want to talk fantasy football & razorback victories while I sit wondering why she woke up at 5am and contemplating adding another snack before putting her to bed. The ongoing joke is that I only lack mammary glands. I gravitate to working mothers and look for opportunities to quiz them on their child's caloric intake.
And I love it. I really do. I love being such a vital part of Hazel's life. I know this season will not last forever. And when it is gone, I will miss it sorely. It is this perspective that leaves me most frustrated when I am not enjoying the process of my current status. I know there is a beautiful fragrance to cherish here, but I smell dirty diapers.
As for Hazel, she is quite a trooper. She's walking, laughing and exerting her will on the world. She's not unaware of what is going on. My getting out the door has become something like an olympic event. Gold medals are awarded when I slip out unnoticed and tears are avoided. And gold medals are a rarity.
The current season of life seems like one of survival for all three of us. But all of it is such a great reminder of lessons learned in days past. We're making it. And baby's coming!
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