A Lightner Christmas

We went for a quick trip to Garden City for Christmas with Matt’s parents.  Everyone in his family was home for Christmas, so the cousins had a great time together.  I love that Grandma Lightner has started a tradition of buying everyone matching Christmas pajamas.  The kids looks so cute in them!  Here are a few of the many pictures taken during our time there.



While we were home for Thanksgiving in Illinois, we went with Grandma to pick out her Christmas tree.  We took time for lots of photo ops and found Grandma Dianne a perfect tree.

Abby is 1!

Abby turned one year old on November 21st while we were visiting Illinois.  She had a little birthday party while we were there, so I quickly sewed her a t-shirt with a number 1 on it and bought a frilly flower to put in her hair.

I didn’t take her to the doctor until this week though.  I don’t really know why, but for some reason I take offense when people say Abby is chunky, solid, chubby, etc. (It’s only strange for me because I love chunky babies and always wish mine were.) It’s mostly because she’s not chunky, at least not as far as babies go.  Today, I was affirmed in my belief that Abby is, in fact, on the skinny side.  She weighs 21 pounds, which puts her in the 45th percentile of kids her age, but her height is 30 inches, which puts her in the 75th percentile.  So she is taller than she is wide.  Not that it matters at all because I love her to pieces!

She is working on walking, but I’m not expecting it anytime soon (though I am trying to force it). She loves to wrestle and scowl.  And she eats just about anything anytime.  There are only three teeth in her mouth, but two more are peeking through. In comparison, Lily had 8 by this age and 8 more arrived shortly afterwards.  She kind of says Momma, Dada, and bye and she nods her head for yes.  For example, if I ask, “Do you want some strawberries?” She nods enthusiastically, though she might do the same if you asked if she wanted sauerkraut.  Anyways, her are some pics from her birthday!


So, I think my surgery took place October 22nd, but it’s been so long, I can hardly remember.  I went to the surgery by myself because I figured it would be easier than making my mom try to navigate with my two girls in tow.  So, my friend, Judy Hollander, met me at the hospital until they put me out.  Hopefully, she isn’t lying when she says I didn’t say anything embarrassing.

Next thing I remember was waking up in pain in the recovery room with my mom by my side (did I mention that Matt was out of town?)  The Achilles rupture didn’t really hurt, but surgery was not so lovely.  The pain was pretty intense, which is saying a lot considering I’ve had three natural childbirths with not much need for anything more than a couple of Advil for the recovery.  I got to wear a huge splint for two weeks and I am currently in a boot.  I’ve been wearing the boot for 4 weeks and I have another 6 weeks to go.  After the surgery, I was non-weight bearing for 4 weeks. But I am finally rid of the crutches and can walk on my own, though it is extremely painful because I always overdo it.  I just went to the doctor on Tuesday and I can now sleep without the boot! And I start physical therapy next week.  Still no riding the bike, which makes teaching Cycle classes interesting.

But the good news is that God is good.  I am overwhelmed to tears thinking about the support that He has provided.  My dad just happened to be in between jobs and available to come over from Illinois to help, twice.  My mom had been planning for months to come during the week my surgery ended up being scheduled.  And my friend, Sarah, was so willing to help at a moments notice. Marjean, who is 80ish, volunteered to watch the girls so my mom could pick me up. And all the amazing people who made meals for us. And Daughters of the King, who cleaned my house. (It’s amazing how dirty I can let my house get, but once I can’t clean it up myself, the tiniest speck can drive me nuts!)  Not to mention all the people who offered to help that I had to turn down. To say “thank you” just seems so insignificant compared to what God has done through all these people.


Yep, it’s December and I am just now putting up pictures of Halloween.  To say life has been crazy puts it in too simple of words.  More about that later…here are pics of my two lady bugs and Peter Pan. They are small, but when you click on them, they become full screen.