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Sunday, December 20, 2009

Psalm 139:13-16

Naomi or Abigail Elizabeth Russell
(we haven't decided which we like better)
Titus David Russell
For you formed my inward parts; you wove me in my mothers womb. I will give thanks to you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are your works, and my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them.
Psalm 139:13-16

These are from my 30 wk. ultrasound. Titus weighs in at 3 1/2lbs. and Naomi weighs in at almost 4lbs. They are both doing great. They are both head down, which makes mommy very uncomfortable. Especially when they both decide to stretch at the sametime. My blood pressure has been beautiful, my swelling very little. I am blessed with a very good pregnancy. Although uncomfortable of course I don't have anything worth complaining about.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

This is the way you wash the dishes!

Yes she is in need of hair cut!

The longer Mark's hair gets the more Maddie looks like him.

Mark showing Maddie how to rinse the silverware.

Rinsing the silverware...a very important job!

Maddie has become a very big helper, well she's learning how to be a big helper if nothing else. Helping with dishes = getting to play in the water while looking like she's helping. She is starting to pick up her toys when asked all by herself, she's helping to clear the table, going potty by herself (although this can get tricky for an almost three year old), she gets ready for bed all by herself. Meaning she gets two books, gets in bed, and starts reading by herself without Mark and I going with her. She has definately started acting like the three year old she will be in a couple of weeks. Maddie came in the kitchen and told me something I didn't understand, but her tone sounded like it wasn't very honoring. So I asked her if she was talking rude or if she was using a honoring gentle tone, she looked at me in all seriousness and said; Mommy, what are you talking about. One of those moments where I probably shouldn't have laughed, but I couldn't help it.