May 18, 2022
We are—thirteen. Thirteen weeks old! It’s not a race. How else am I going to get a word in edgewise? Ok. Fine. Tell them all about us. Umm…Well? Something about fingerprints and swallowing? You fell asleep when I was telling you, didn’t you? Maybe. You and your naps. We’re practicing breathing and nursing on our thumbs and… And weeing! Yes. That. Don’t think about it too hard or you’ll never swallow again. What? Where do you think it goes? Awww, c’mon! Bleh! Time to tell them how big we are. Oh, fine. A couple of limes. Hey, that rhymes! Ugh.
-a.m. opdahl
May 10, 2022
We are twelve. Twelve weeks old. What was that? What? A slurping sound. What are you doing? I’m practicing nursing. Uh—maybe you should focus on growing your cartilage instead. That would be quieter. Yeah, but not as interesting. Hey, what should we get Mom to crave today? How about an avocado? Nah, that’s boring. We need something crazy. What do you suggest? I don’t know. I guess an avocado does sound good. You think any food sounds good. Yeah, so? How about guacamole? Yum! Perfect! Because we’re about as big as avocado pits this week!
-a.m.opdahl
May 3, 2022
I am three. Three years old. The thunderstorm scared me but afterward the sun came out. Then you put my rainboots on me, Momma. I. Am. Soooo muddy and happy. How many puddles did I find? Oh, Momma! Look at all the robins. They’re hopping everywhere. They like it when the thunderstorm is over too. Oh, here Momma. I have things in my hand for you. Do you want a sunny, yellow dandelion or a soft, wiggly stick? The robins seem to like the wiggly sticks. I have to go! I see another puddle! Psst. I want to be a big sister!
-a.m.opdahl
April 27, 2022
MCCL #45 member Betty Syverson makes a point of connecting Resurrection Sunday with the fact that our Creator is pro-life, evidenced by the Resurrection of Jesus after He died for our sins. She shares the upcoming events and goals of this local chapter and the need for ongoing community support.
April 23, 2022
We are eleven. Eleven weeks old. I can open and close my hands. Oh, yeah? Well, I can kick my arms and legs. I know. What you can do I can do too. Oh yeah. How about this? Can you do this? Do what? This. Did you forget our eyelids are still fused? Oh, right. I guess I’ll show you later. What else is going on this week? Our major structures are present and developing. Blah, blah, blah… boring… and we’re as big as…? Fine. Strawberries. Yum! Think about strawberries. It worked last week when we got Mom to eat grapes.
-a.m.opdahl
April 20, 2022
We are ten. Ten weeks old. See? Now stop saying I didn’t give you a turn. Well, it’s about time you let me go first. Hey, is your forehead bulging like mine? You’re changing the subject. How about your ears and chin? Are they fully developed? You’re still changing the subject. What about your arms and legs? Can you rotate them? You’re still not talking about how you don’t let me talk first. Did you know we’re as big as grapes this week? Wait—now you want to talk about snacks? Yes. Well, now you’re talking!
-a.m.opdahl
April 13, 2022
Speak LIFE author, Alison Opdahl shares about the recent MCCL #45 celebration of the "birth of Baby O" (completion) of the "Baby O" Series and shares a glimpse of the new series: "Baby O 2.0." She also highlights some of the goals MCCL #45 has in the upcoming year.
April 13, 2022
We are nine. Nine weeks old. Will you stop playing the drums so loud? How can I play the drums? My elbows aren’t even formed yet! Well—it isn’t me! Shh. There, hear that? Um—yeah. If it isn’t you then who is it? Both of us, silly. What do you mean? Oh, wait. You mean that drumming is our heartbeats? Yep. Wow. Nice rhythm, huh? Uh-huh. Hey, how big are we this week? As big as almonds. Are you calling me a nut? Well, if I am then we’re both nuts. I guess that’s okay then.
-a.m.opdahl
April 3, 2022
I am three. Three years old. I am an expert at laundry. I can rearrange a basket of folded, clean clothes in less than thirty seconds. I love to look for bunnies in the yard with Dad when he gets home from work. After a thunderstorm, Momma takes me outside so I can jump in ALL the mud puddles. I like to hum all day long. Anytime I hear music: I dance. I have so many things to occupy me but what I could really use is a playmate! Yoo-hoo! Mom! Dad! I want to be a big sister!
-a.m.opdahl
March 28, 2022
We are eight. Eight weeks old. Why do you always do that? What? Start talking before me? Fine, you say it then. But now they already know how old we are. Wait. Who’s “they?” I don’t know. You’re the one who started it. Well, I felt like someone was listening… and they needed to know. Yeah. I know what you mean. Can I tell them? Tell them what? How big we are? Okay. Yay! We are as big as something small, oval and dark… can you guess what? Spit it out, will you? Ha! That’s funny. Did you just tell your first joke? Will you tell them already? Oh, alright. Watermelon seeds!
-a.m.opdahl
