Post-Dedication

Yesterday was A's church dedication. It was.... an experience! HAHA!

We started getting ready earlier than necessary. I was just too excited about the pantyhose & the new shoes! Her hair was even gorgeously arranged by a hairdresser. Eventually it was  finally time to leave the house for church.

So the church was decorated to celebrate the children. With my ILs in tow, the 7 of us took up almost an entire bench. But the kids got wiggly even before the service started and we moved to the playroom at the back of the church. By the time the dedication part of the service rolled around, the kids were antsy. Gabo & Nico stayed with Oma & Opa & Mathias & I went to the front with Alana. She was so cute in her raibow dress with pink ribbons her great-grandma had given her for Christmas last year. I also thought she was the cutest (biased?). Hm... Ever hear of the quote: "Pride comes before a fall"? yup... I fell. Hard. Not literally though. There were 7 children being dedicated that day & we all came up at the same time. It was one prayer after the other non-stop. Beautiful words of blessing & encouragement to the parents. But around the second prayer, little miss-A decided she'd had enough. We were #6 in line. She started asking questions. "'n that?" (transl. What's that?). So I (being the genius I am) answered her. "That's Uncle Rudi's Bible" (--the Bible on the pulpit). "That's flowers," "That's an Uncle," "That's a Tante," etc... Once she'd had all her questions answered, she told ME what everything was (remember that there's special dedicational prayer going on for child #4 by now...). A just got louder... "Mama, Onkel Rudi's BI-ble!", "ONKEL!", "Blume!" We tried shushing her and started pointing out other interesting things to keep her entertained. But no... it wasn't to be. She wriggled, fussed, cried and simply wanted to go back to the play room.

Eventually it was our turn. Our good friends prayed for her and probably said some wonderful stuff... but i really have no clue. All I can remember is playing ping-pong with mathias... passing her to him & him passing her to me trying to keep her as still and quiet as possible. It was the picture of frustration :(

I didn't leave the front of the church in good spirits. I felt like i'd been cheated of my special occasion. But as the day went on and i fumed about it a bit, God led me to the conclusion that the act in itself isn't what's important, but the blessing in itself. And the blessing doesn't really fall upon you only if you are quiet and reverent. His blessing is upon us even before we ask for it. Alana was already blessed even before she was a thought in our minds! The service was just a public way of recognizing the blessing and having the congregation participate with us. The epiphany did a lot to soothe my pricked feelings... I'm still not happy that she wouldn't stay still... but then again... Such is Life. You can't expect a toddler to be held reverently still for 20 minutes.

So.... thanks to all who participated in any way with her dedication. I officially declare her formally blessed... HAHAH! May she be a true woman of faith in all ways that God's got planned for her life.

:)

Alana's Dress

Again, it's been a while since my last posting. Since the last entry, we've found out we're expecting a little girl. I'm 24 weeks pregnant now & feeling great. My tummy is finally starting to grow & this calms a lot of unfounded fears that i have. But i guess i have no reason to worry. Girls are smaller & don't take up that much room in my tummy. SO different from my boys.

Every day i have an "A-HA!" moment when i realize that i'm actually gonna be a part of the girlie world. This means pinks & purples, ribbons & lace, dresses & pantyhose, etc, etc, etc. Just the other day I was watching the boys at play with their dump trucks & trains & thought... which one of these toys would Alana be fighting over? Then i realized, "A-HA! She'd be playing with her dollies!!!" I loved it. I can't believe i'm gonna have a girl!

My neighbor here at km81 is going to a wedding this weekend & had a cute little dress made for her 1 1/2 year old. It was so cute that I thought, "I could make one for Alana!" So I did. It's light blue with yellow ribbons (PICS SHOWN). It was so much fun that now I can't wait to try out different patterns for other cute dresses!

That's all for now. If any of my faithful readers have any dress ideas or pointers from their sewing experiences, please feel free to comment!

G&P,
Cynthia