A few weeks ago before the little munchkin was born, we had a HUGE snowstorm!! We have a pretty big drive way area, and Bug can handle shoveling the deck and stairs, the front sidewalk and front steps. BUT...the driveway is impossible, that is why we have a plow for our four-wheeler. Unfortunately Hunter Dan had not gotten it hooked up yet, and with him working out of town we are kind of on our own. We were having a hard time getting in and out of our driveway, and basically only had a path from our tires in and out to the garage. A couple days after the storm when I was having a particularly hard evening, I heard a strange sound coming from outside. It was a snow-blower in my drive-way. I started bawling like a baby!! It was a neighbor from three houses down. Someone who does not go to our church, didn't know I was pregnant, and didn't know Hunter Dan was working out of town. When I went out to tell him through my tears how much this meant to me and explain the situation...he simply said "no problem, I thought something was strange because your driveway is always cleaned off by now". He spent the next hour and a half in the cold snow blowing, and then shoveling my entire driveway. I was truly touched by this act of service.
During the first couple of weeks after lil' squishy face was born I had many opportunities to see service in action...for me. I am a bit prideful I guess and don't like to ask for help, but the ladies in my ward made sure we had meals brought in, and play dates for Jibbity and Ashie during the day since Hunter Dan was back at work, and Bug and Lexlee were still at their dads for the holidays.
Just this past Monday, when I had been so sick with strep, and had no idea what I was going to do about dinner for my kids, I got a knock on my front door from my neighbor two houses down with a pan of enchiladas, applesauce, oranges, and cookies. Once again touched to tears from the thoughtfulness that came from this neighbor who has three small children of her own.
Through these examples of service that brought me such joy, relief, and love...it hit me hard that this needs to be my focus for the upcoming year. I love taking meals into people, it makes me feel good, but do I do it very often?...No. I need to try to be better at looking at other peoples needs instead of just my own. That is my goal...never pass up an opportunity to serve.
Lil' squishy face had a weight check, and blood drawn again. The tests will be back tomorrow, I'm praying for good news. His weight was up another 4 ounces, but that still only brings him to 6 lbs 11 ounces, still 8 ounces away from his birth weight at almost 4 weeks. So I guess I will be giving him a little more formula at feedings. I'm kind of bummed about that, but we need to fatten him up. As a comparison, Bug weighed 2 ounces more when he was born, and at one month he was over ten pounds! He has never stopped since then.:-)
I am feeling much better now, but I'm probably going to be taking Lexlee in to instacare tonight after I get back from Jibbity's dance classes. She's pretty miserable with a nasty sore throat.
Such a lengthy post...sorry, so I'll end it with some pictures of my sweet little munchkin bum.(just for you shell)