Ella Joy at 8 months

Only a week or so late!

Eight months. My sweet girl is EIGHT months old. Seriously, where does the time go? I know I say that every single month but really, she was just born a few weeks ago, right?

My big 8 month old girl is such a sweetie. She's "crawling." Some would call it army crawling but it's more like a 1 arm, 1 toe crawl. She pulls herself with 1 arm and pushes with her big toe. Everything else just drags along. It's pretty funny.

She's not cut any more teeth since last month, so we are holding steady at 8 teeth but there are a few that are threatening to cut through her gums. They've been threatening for a while now but she doesn't seem to mind them.

She can push herself up to sitting and she's pulling up to her knees and trying to pull all the way up to her feet. She's still what we call, "Ellagoat" and eats EVERYTHING in her path. Or tries to anyway. Total count of leaves consumed is not quite to double digits, but it's close.

Speaking of eating, she now enjoys her food a little more lumpy rather than puree. She's eating pieces of green beans, corn and sweet peas and thinks she's so big as she pops them into her mouth. She drinks from a disposable sippy cup the best. I don't think she's quite mastered the mouth control to drink from one with a valve. Those things require some serious suction. She still nurses every 4 to 5 hours and on occasion takes a bottle of expressed milk which she will take a few swigs of, look around and grin, swig some more and then socialize.

She's picking up on some baby signs and will clap. I'm not sure if she is really trying to say "More" or if she's just pleased with herself for having everyone's undivided attention. When we say and sign "More" she grins and grunts with approval so I know she understands what we are saying. She babbles any time she knows she's the center of attention (which is a lot) and says, "Maamaaa maaaaaa, naaaaa naaaa naaa, Daaaaa Daaaaa". Ugh. I could just bite her she's so cute. She's realized that when she shrieks she gets everyone's attention. She likes attention.

You do the math.

Shrieking is a new phenomenon in our house these days, thanks to Ellagoat. Luke and I are trying to teach her that she can't shriek and make people's ears bleed when it's not play time, so some slight scolding has begun. A firm, "No! No!" makes her little bottom lip pooch out and her smiles changes to the saddest little face. It's almost comical how pitiful she looks.

But, she's also realized that when she makes the pitiful face and cries everyone is, again, at her beck-and-call. So she may or may not use it to her gain. ;) It's pretty cute if I do say so myself.

She still loves to be held and cuddle but she also wants to be down and on the move. Somedays that makes life rough for an 8 month old who can't decide if they want to be held by Momma or be put down to explore. It's especially rough when Momma refuses to play the up-down-up-down-up-down game. She's began, what we like to call, the Crocodile-death-roll when she doesn't get her way.

She's sleeping better at night. I almost hate to say this, but the last 3 nights she's slept for 10-12 hours. Straight. Without waking up. It's made her Momma a very, very happy lady. We've rearranged the house and the kids' rooms so that the older 3 are in a room together. The "little twins" (Aaron and Olivia) are in a room together and Ella's room triples as the playroom/TV room/Guest Room (I guess that's quadruples since it's her room too, but you get the idea). She's a little further away from us in the house which makes letting her cry a little easier on her Momma's heart. We heard every.single.peep. she made when she was across the hall from us. Now, even with the monitor on, she's got to really cry before I get up and go to her. Partially because I'm lazy and don't want to walk to her unless I have to and partially because we keep the monitor on the lowest setting possible.

I'm still love-struck over our littlest, chubby cheekers girl. Her smile melts my heart and her infectious laugh keeps all of us on the bidding block for her attention. She's still so laid back, so happy-go-lucky and still the greatest little joy to our whole family.

Happy 8 months sweet girl! Now, STOP GROWING.

(Pictures courtesy of my sweet friend Beth. Thanks Beth!)

Candidate Week, in a nutshell

(Actually, Candidate Week was in New York not in a nutshell.)

We left Washington D.C. on Sunday after church and got into Pearl River, NY late on Sunday evening. We knew that the week didn't officially begin until Monday at dinnertime but we went ahead anyway. It was nice to have almost a full day to just relax, let the kids play and run and Luke even let me sleep in (what a guy, huh?).

Monday evening we began with some get-to-know-you stuff. It was fun and immediately we connected with some of the other families there. Some families knew exactly why they were there and what they'd be doing. Others were like us and had no clue why the Lord had brought them to this place or what the outcome would be.

Tuesday was also chock full of meetings and appointments. We had a 3 hour session with a licensed counselor who reviewed with us the 1,000+ answers we'd sent in via psychological survey and personality tests. It confirmed just how drastically different Luke and I view tasks, our days and the world around us.

It's almost comical how different we are. Okay, it is totally comical. Luke's a right brained type A and I'm a whatever else type brained, totally opposite. He's organized, I'm chaos. He's structure, I'm wavering. He's scheduled, I'm by the seat of my pants.

You get the idea.

We talked about how those differences strengthen our marriage and how they have potential to be a stumbling block. Over all it was a good THREE HOUR session. I felt like my brain had been pulled out through my ear, but truly it was good. After that, we had small group time then dinner, bath and bed for the kids.

Tuesday was the much anticipated assignment revelation day. Assignments are the potential positions/jobs/ministries we could have. We'd heard from the others who had already met with the Candidate Director that the list was lengthy.

We sat in the directors office for the first 10 or so minutes making small talk. Which was nice and I enjoyed getting to know him a little better, but part of me wanted to scream, "JUST TELL ME WHERE WE ARE GOING."

And I realized that I have a bad habit. A habit of making other people speak to me on a level that should only be reserved for God. Clearly this man wouldn't be able to tell us, unequivocally, where the Lord desires for us to be. Only God can reveal that to us.

He began asking us questions based on what we'd written down in our formal application. "So, it looks like you're interested in discipleship and orphans, huh? Any other specifics?"

We told him that we certainly didn't want to be in a hostile region, that I preferred electricity and running water and that our hearts desire had originally been in Nairobi but that we were open to where ever the Lord was leading us.

He began looking at an extensive list, 4 + pages long, of potential assignments. He rattled off a few that had to do with Childcare, preschool care, children's worker and such. Suddenly, my mind flashed to this scene from Kindergarten Cop where Arnold Schwarzenegger has children dangling from every limb and he's standing in the middle of the room screaming.

Now don't get me wrong, my man is awesome with kids, preschoolers even. But the thought of him spending a whole day with preschoolers and then coming home to more preschoolers didn't sit well with me. He'd be done. Toast. Spent.

I know my man pretty well and I offered my opinion to him. I think the Holy Spirit spoke to both of us at the same time and we both realized that discipleship and youth may be where our heart's desire is. I mean, it was just about 3 years ago that we sat in our basement with our best friends and they drug us kicking and screaming persuaded us to try moving into Youth Ministry. We had so many apprehensions and after that first weekend, we FELL IN LOVE. We love teenagers. We love them for all their complexities and vulnerabilities and we love mentoring and discipling them. How could we haven not seen that as an area of ministry before?

The Director printed off about 8 or 9 pages of potential assignments and we threw out all but 4. Youth ministry. Ahhh. It felt good to finally know what the Lord was calling us to, now we just needed to figure out where. That night we didn't talk much about the potential assignments because, truthfully, I think we both were brain fried from information overload.

AIM certainly has their act together in regard to scheduling, childcare and everyone being on time and in place. So much so that each minute of candidate week was accounted for. Breakfast began at 7:45am sharp and our day ended when we settled the kids into bed around 8:30pm. We were crazy busy learning and gathering more information than our brains could process in one day.

Even me, Mrs. Let's-talk-about-our-heart's-desires-till-our-ears-bleed, couldn't muster up the energy or brain power to talk about the potential assignments we'd been given. Yet I knew that something about most of them didn't sit right. I let them marinate for the evening and most of the next day. When I realized that Luke was so lost in his own thoughts that he was barely talking I knew we had to talk, or rather, HE had to talk. So we he did.

What flowed from Luke's head and out of his mouth was uncertainty and the same feelings I had. No doubt we both felt as if the majority of the assignments offered to us were not a good fit. We decided we'd go back to the director and lay it out there, telling him what we envisioned our family doing and see what he said.

His answer? Church planting and discipleship.

Church planing? Us? No, really. Really?

We walked away with another 4-5 options. Some we (I) knew immediately wouldn't work (as the director said, there's nothing spiritual about knowing you can't live in a specific climate/area/region). Being in an area (Island) surrounded by ocean doesn't sound like fun to me. At all.

One word.

Sharks.

Yes, I'm serious. I don't love the ocean and all of its contents. (I know they won't come on land. Stop making fun of me right now, Michael Bowers.)

On Friday we received the news that we'd been officially appointed as members of African Inland Mission.

Anyway, we sit now still unsure of a location. We have several options still on the table. Some we've marked off then re-added. Some we've marked off for good. All of the options vary somewhat drastically in the ministries that we'd be doing, yet each of them has pricked our hearts for one reason or another.

If you feel led, we ask that you pray with us that God would make it clear to us where He desires for our family to be and/or what ministry He desires for Luke to work with. Thanks friends. Hopefully I'll be able to share with you soon exactly where the Lord will have us to be.

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By the way, here's another sweet couple who was with us at Candidate Week (click the previous link or click here). They are looking to serve Missionary Kids (MK's) at Rift Valley Academy where they are both alumni. So cool! Hanna is a THIRD GENERATION missionary and so cute I just want to pinch her.

I pray that the Lord makes our journey the beginning of a multi-generational legacy of reaching the lost for the glory of Christ. Sam and Hanna's story is remarkable. You should go read about them right now.