Allens One, Devil Zero

Dear Kaylee,
What a day! We had your dedication at church today. It ended up being a fantastic day but it started out pretty rough. We got up at 6:30 this morning. You were giggling and smiling like crazy. You watched your mobile and I watched you. It was so sweet. Daddy made us a big Mother's Day breakfast and then the chaos began. We had to give your brothers a bath, dress them in their suits, Daddy had a shower, you had a bath, Mommy had a shower, packed diaper bags, wrapped presents and signed cards, and then it was time for the final touch- putting on your dress. As I was buttoning your onesie I noticed that your nails were long. I wanted you to look your best and we were doing pretty good on time so I grabbed the finger nail clippers. I had four little nails left when I clipped your finger. You started screaming! I felt so bad. I was trying to stop the blood and that was making you even madder. I couldn't believe how much one little finger could bleed. I felt so bad that I started crying. So there we stood at the changing table...crying. Then Hunter tackled Connor. Connor screamed. I turned around to tell them to stop, causing me to let go of your hand. You swung your hand up and blood went all over your onesie. You only have one pink onesie that fits right now and pink was the only color that was going to look good under your dress. At this point I called Daddy into the room. Daddy helped me settle the boys down, then he helped me take your onesie off without getting any more blood on your shirt. We got the blood out, but it wasn't getting dry in time. We were down to fifteen minutes before church was suppose to start. You didn't have anything to wear and your finger was still bleeding. I finally decided to put you in a little jumper. As I stood up to get it out of the laundry I saw it...blood all over my church pants. Your little finger was bleeding so much it had gotten all over my pants. This was enough to send me over the edge. At this point I'm sobbing because we're suppose to be at the church in ten minutes and I don't have any makeup on, you were not dressed, I don't have any pants to wear, and Connor had taken off his vest. At this point I looked at Daddy and said, "Game Over. We're not going to make it. We're going to miss the dedication."
Daddy told me not to panic, to stay calm, and to not give up.
So. I took a deep breath. Then I took another, and decided to kick it into gear. I decided not to wear makeup since I was still crying, I threw my jeans on, I put your jumper on you in record time, grabbed the diaper bag, and we all jumped in the car. You finally stopped crying when the car started. I didn't stop crying until we were done singing worship songs at the church. Pastor Mark called you up to the stage. That's when the whole morning turned around. Pastor Mark did a wonderful job. As I stood on the stage listening to Pastor Mark talk about the responsibility of parents, and praying to God for protection over you all the stress of the morning melted away. While I was standing up there it didn't matter that I didn't have makeup on, that I was in my jeans (again), that you didn't get to wear your dedication dress, or that your spongebob band aid stood out like a sore thumb (literally!). All that mattered was that we made it. We were at church, Pastor Mark was helping us dedicate you to God, and we were surrounded by family and friends that love us. The devil tried his best today to break us down (and nearly succeeded), but in the end we won. Mommy learned a valuable lesson today. The devil will do anything to destroy us. He did not want you to be dedicated today. Thank God you were, because Mommy cannot do this alone- especially on mornings like today.
On a lighter note... Your personality is shining through more and more every day. You think it is hilarious when Daddy says, " A cow goes MOOOOOOO!"
You watch your brothers constantly and we can see it in your eyes that you want to get in there and play with them very much.
You are precious. You are beautiful. You are a true gift from God.
I love you,
Mommy

You're starting to really like this toy...

This is you looking at the toy above, from a different angle! =0)