I let Levi's first birthday come and go without much of a post! So here is a post in honor of our littlest Varela.There is a lot to say about Levi Paul. He is the cutest little thing. He loves crawling around at the park (including going up the steps to the slides)--and thankfully not eating sand and leaves like Nate used to do. ;) He also always makes a bee-line for the steps if we're downstairs in the house. He likes pat-a-cake and singing songs, and he even bounces and claps along when we have our "dance parties" in the kitchen. (He also sings the Beach Boys' "Barbara Ann" with me.) Another favorite activity of his is bath time. Just this past week, when he is getting cleaned up from dinner in his high chair, he starts saying, "Ba! Ba!" because he wants a bath. (He also says the same sound getting cleaned up in the morning after breakfast, but that's because he wants to go see Nate get on the bus.) He signs "More" and uses that one a lot, since he loves to eat. That little guy is an eating machine! I was just about to write out his favorite foods, but he pretty much eats everything I put in front of him (besides peas). He does love bananas best.
In addition to his extreme cuteness, Levi is a little stinker! He knows what "No" means but chooses to ignore it relentlessly. He loves the buttons on the printer, the computer keyboard, and the no-no kitchen cabinets. Getting his hand flicked doesn't phase him one bit, so we've already had to break out the paddle.
He really likes playing with Nate, especially because Nate is always gentle and a fun big brother. He loves his Daddy and siblings, but he loves Mama best. I think this is a nice break for Jon!--the other two children are ALL about Daddy, especially Lucy.
Oh, and the sleep. Levi now sleeps!!! He turned a corner around 10-11 months where crying it out actually worked (the other times I'd tried it, he would just cry and cry and cry and never stop). So now he sleeps from about 7 p.m. to 6 a.m. I'll take it!
I love you, my little LP!










hank you, God, for
ucy is better! Phew! Yesterday was one of those back-and-forth days for me. One minute I'd think she was going to be fine, but the next I'd think we should take her in for IV fluids. I actually made the call to Jon to come home (instead of going to his basketball game) so one of us could take her in, but while he was on his way she ate a good portion of dinner and really perked up. I told Jon to go to his game and Lucy was fine. :) Today is nearly back to normal. Thank you to all who prayed.

ast week, our speaker at MOPS spoke on infusing fun into the family. Her ideas really hit home with me. I loved that so many of her suggestions didn't cost money or even lots of effort; it was more about an attitude shift. I went home the day of her talk and used one of the ideas: a dinosaur hunt. (OK, I didn't use dinosaurs; I used toy cars.) When the kids were napping, I took 20-25 toy cars and hid them out on our front patio. After nap, the kids got to go on a car hunt! (Lucy didn't find it that fun, but she was still in her post-nap funk.) Nate loved it. It took me less than 5 minutes, but it changed the late afternoon grumpy time into fun time.

n Monday evening, our first family dinner, I sent a text message to Jon at 6:15: "If this is how family dinners are going to go, then I am never doing it again."
ometimes I feel like I spend half of my mothering just feeling guilty for the things I'm not doing well or should be doing differently. One of those things has been family dinners. We don't do them. The routine started off that way because Jon almost always got home from work at 7:00 or later, which meant bed time was fast approaching. Combine that with the fact that our kids are the kind who start pant-leg-pulling and "begging" for dinner around 4:00, and you don't have a very easy recipe for family dinner. So, I took the "easy" road and made dinner for the kids at 5:00 and made a separate dinner for Jon and me to eat at 8:00 once the kids were in bed. Terrible, I know. It was just easier this way (easier logistically/schedule-wise, anyway), and hey, then we got to eat our own dinner in peace. But I've always hated it, deep down, because I know the value of eating together around the table every evening. I did it growing up, and I know that's where you reconnect as a family, teach/learn table manners, learn to participate in conversation, etc.
e are dealing with sickness here this week. I thought Nate had caught Lucy/Levi's cold, but how could that be since it seems like he has now given it back to them? (Ahh, the only kind of sharing we don't want our kids to do.) There's a chance it's the flu, but so far everyone's OK... just fussy and whiny. 














