Just As I Am

To All The Muthas Out There

2011-05-05T16:45:00.002-04:00

One of my favorite funny ladies, Anita Renfroe, delivers once again. And I'm feelin' it so much that it's pulling me out of blogger exile.

By the way, I think (and really hope) I'll be back to regular posting next month some time.

Consider yourself warned. *insert evil, maniac laugh here*

And Now We Are Six

2011-01-21T20:24:00.000-05:00

**Still having computer issues, but I snagged a couple pictures off my mom's camera to share.**

Titus Josiah

1/13/11

7 lbs. 5 oz.

19 1/2 in.

All the kids were born in different months, but they have maintained sequential dates. Craziness! Caleb was born on the 10th, Samuel on the 11th, Abigail on the 12th, and now Titus on the 13th.

Our welcome committee, minus my mom

The kids absolutely adore their baby brother! We have to pay close attention to make sure Abigail doesn't love him too much. *grin*

We were so blessed to have my mom come and stay with us for a little over a week. She arrived two days before he was born, went home to grab one of her dogs and then came back for another five days. I cannot imagine making it through this first week without her! Thanks, Mom, you rock!

I hope to share more later, but I wanted to get something up about our newest little one. He has been a pure delight! He has been a wonderful newborn and I cannot get enough of this bundle of sweetness.

Titus, you are a complete joy and I am so happy to be your mommy! We all love you and cannot imagine our family without you!

A Little Pre-Thanksgiving Laugh

2010-11-24T09:05:00.003-05:00

I know this commercial has been around for a while, but it still makes me laugh. Especially as I remember celebrating an early Thanksgiving at the beginning of the month with my side of the family and we ended up with a 36 pound (!) turkey a friend of the family had raised. It was HUGE and if raw poultry wasn't still grossing me out so much, I would have taken a picture of Abigail next to the gobbler as it was bigger than her.

Of course, the Thanksgiving that my mom chased one of my sister's around the kitchen with a turkey neck still ranks as the most memorable for me.

No, I don't have a strange sense of humor, why do you ask?

My Jesus by Todd Agnew

2010-11-23T22:16:00.001-05:00

A song I recently heard (yes, I do need to turn on the radio more) that gripped me. There is one word in the song that originally caught me off guard and could be offensive.

My Jesus. Precious Jesus.

There are so many days I reflect the polar opposite of who You are.

TWO New Family Members This Year?

2010-09-30T20:26:00.003-04:00

Our little family just keeps on growing and in unexpected ways. No, we didn't find out we're suddenly expecting twins. Would it offend you if I added a sigh of relief after that one?

Save Children

We've sponsored a new child through Compassion International. A six year old boy from Guatemala. And we are so happy to have him as part of us now!

I say it happened unexpectedly because we had other intentions for the monthly sponsorship money. Our own intentions, like lessen the strain on our monthly income since Richie's salary has been reduced like so many others during the current economic situation. So nothing extravagant, but God still had other plans.

I pulled into the parking lot to cancel life insurance policies we had on the boys and as I opened my car door, God began to speak. He basically told me that the monthly payment we were making on the life insurance should be used to bring LIFE to another child right now.

And now we have a new child in the family. Caleb helped choose which child should receive our sponsorship. Honestly, I was leaning in a different direction, but I want our kids to have a connection with our Compassion child(ren), so I left it mostly up to him. It has been amazing how this child that we will likely never meet has already worked his way into our hearts!

Of course, the minute I see any of the pictures of the many children waiting to be sponsored automatically grabs my heart. I've been crying over these children and those like them since I was a child and saw my first Sally Struthers commercial. (Do you remember those? I would seriously bawl.) My heart breaks for the littlest of these. I remember when I've traveled overseas and the conditions the "less thans" of this world live. The dirt, the stench, the poverty. The loss of hope. The need for Love.

So, I find it a privilege that God would lead us to this little one and use us in his life. He may not be in my home or within arm's reach, but my prayers and God are never far from him.

I'd Rather Have a Tooth Pulled

2010-09-23T16:32:00.001-04:00

If you ever hear me say that, you'll know it is a serious, serious matter. Either that or I'm in serious need of having some sense knocked into me. Let the Spirit lead you.

After having a year and a half of issues with a tooth, it was extracted today. Two days after I had oral surgery to determine the source of my trouble. Until today, there were no answers as to why I was experiencing pain, infection, and bone loss.

When the tooth was removed, perforations in the tooth that were never sealed from a root canal were discovered and determined to be the root of the problem. Pun totally intended.

As the pain medication and numbing agents wear off and I realize I have another two hours before I can take anything, I'm developing a new life strategy. Having a tooth pulled could be my new motivator. My new measurement.

For example, would I rather sit in traffic for an hour or have a tooth pulled?

Or...would I rather spend the night with someone throwing up all over me or have a tooth pulled?

Discover my shirt is inside out after speaking in public or have a tooth pulled?

Puts a whole new perspective on things. Gotta clean out a freezer that broke while we were on vacation? No problem.  Match up 40 pairs of almost-identical-but-not-quite socks? Piece of cake.

So I'll choose to focus on that instead of the fact that I cannot have the one thing I was looking forward to today (outside of the normal hugging my kids responses) because I'm not allowed to drink through a straw for 24 hours.

A milkshake, or five, would've made this so much better.

For God So Loved The World

2010-09-18T19:21:00.000-04:00

I was struck once again this week by the unfathomable love of God for His creation called mankind.

We are studying ancient history this year in our homeschool and have been using the Bible as one of our primary history books. I really have no words to adequately describe how awesome this has been!

One of the topics we covered this week was the story of Cain and Abel. As we read and discussed this passage (Genesis 4:1-24), there were a few things I had never really paid attention to before. BUT there was one thing specifically that stood out from the rest for me and that was God's love for Cain.

The condition of Cain's heart was just plain yucky. He did not have the right attitude when bringing an offering to God. He is unrepentant and angry when God is not pleased with his offering and then decides to exact revenge for this upon his own brother, Abel, by committing the first murder in our world's history. And it doesn't stop there. He does not confess to his sin when God gives him the opportunity and he does not repent for taking his brother's life.

As God delivers Cain's punishment, Cain whines and is fearful that someone will kill him because he is now a "fugitive and vagabond on the earth." And this is where the love of God completely blows my natural mind. God marks him so that none will kill him.

The mark wasn't to let others know of his sin.  God placed the mark there to protect Cain.

He loved Cain, an unrepentant sinner, so much that he still offered protection for him. What is this uncomparable love?

This Love is what saved me. This Love is what changed my life. Bringing a broken woman peace and joy.

This Love, this is what I hope to reflect. What I hope to carry and deliver.  The legacy I want to leave behind.

God Doesn't Serve Leftovers

2010-09-12T22:26:00.002-04:00

Open your mouth and taste,
open your eyes and see how good God is.
Blessed are you who run to him.
Worship God if you want the best;
worship opens doors to all his goodness.
Psalm 43:8-9 The Message

My thoughts are on how each time I'm worshipping my Heavenly Father, it's different. The experience is never quite the same. Always an original recipe.

Today I tasted His sweetness. The sweetness that leaves me satisified yet longing for another heaping spoonful. Call me a glutton, I want more.

I saw His beauty. The beauty that brings tears to my eyes. The beauty that speaks of His glory. His majesty. His holiness.

I am so thankful that I am one of His. That all five of my senses can experience His goodness. And that He is always generous in serving His portions.

My Heart Is Smiling

2010-09-08T22:59:00.001-04:00

There are homeschooling days when I wonder if we can really do it. Days of discouragement and frustration. Even when I know it's best for our family. That it's what God has called us to do. There are still those days.

Today, thankfully, was not one of them. And I needed to write down what my boy said before I forgot, so on those days I can look back and remember. Or maybe even to remind him in the futture.

We were discussing timelines and historical dating for history today and I had him make a timeline of his life. We were sharing events that he might want to put on his timeline and I mentioned the date when he began homeschooling. He heartily agreed and said, "Yes, one of the best things that has ever happened in my life." My heart began to smile.

Later as he was filling in the actual timeline, he was brainstorming what to write under the date and said,"The day my future changed for good." And outside of the day he accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior, it probably was that kind of a day.

I cannot explain how much it means to hear him acknowledge the value of this path we're on. That he enjoys it and is happy.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say my heart is beaming.

Labor Day Sneak Peek

2010-09-06T09:17:00.000-04:00

Because the sun is shining...

Because the morning air is crisp...

Because God is the author of life...

Because you're never supposed to start a sentence with the word because...

Because I won't be observing labor day until some time in January...

I thought I'd take a moment and introduce you to the one we'll be welcoming this winter...

He has a hand in his mouth in this picture.

This is our Titus Josiah!

We look forward to the day when we get to meet you face to face, precious one. Our hearts are already full of love for you.

A Stinky Week At Our House

2010-09-04T21:54:00.000-04:00

No, literally a stinky week at our house. The olfactory system has been getting quite the workout around here recently.

First, my house smells like onions. It's what happens when a large mass of onions are diced up in order to be dehydrated. And let me tell ya, my pregnant nose and stomach really do not like the smell of a large mass of diced onions.

The outside of our home smells like onions, too. We put the dehydrator on the front porch so the heat doesn't affect our kitchen and you can actually smell onions in the backyard. Lovely.

As a side note, I also cook with my crock pot on the front porch in the summer to avoid the extra heat in the kitchen. It's a great! Especially when you do not have an air conditioner near your kitchen.

So, I'm beginning to wonder if we smell like onions. Would someone we know tell us? But then again, how do you begin THAT conversation? Maybe they just thought we had a loaded onion omelette for breakfast. Or an onion smoothie perhaps.

I think I just almost made myself gag on the onion smoothie thing. Sorry.

Now the good news is...my bedroom does NOT smell like onions.

The bad news is that Abigail dumped strawberry flavored fish oil on the carpet in our bedroom.

Wanna guess what our room smells like now? Why do I feel like I'm the only one stuff like this happens to sometimes? Anyway, it has been our hope to replace the flooring in our room some time soon (well, at least since a flooring guy we know told us the carpet would be bare soon), but until we can ~~scrounge up~~ gather that money, I need some good ideas on how to get the smell of fish oil out of carpet.

Anyone have a good solution? I would be ever so grateful.

From Their Mouths

2010-09-03T09:10:00.002-04:00

The boys have said a few things in the last week about the new baby, pregnancy, etc. that I want to jot down before I forget...
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Last Friday morning I was explaining to Samuel that we'd be going to see pictures of the new baby. I reminded him of when we went to see Abigail's ultrasound and saw the baby's hands and feet and he was super excited. Then he told me that he wanted a boy baby, that we needed a boy baby.

When I asked him why, he said we already had a girl baby, so we needed a boy baby. I told him that I had two boy babies - a Caleb boy baby and a Samuel boy baby. He started laughing very hard and then reminded his silly mommy that he and Caleb were not babies.

No, Samuel dear, you'll always be my baby.
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In the ultrasound room both boys cheered when they heard we were having a boy. I didn't know Caleb had a preference either way until then.

That night he shared with me that God had answered (in the affirmative) one of his prayers. Apparently he had been praying that we would have a boy.
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Richie asked both of the boys what they thought we should name baby boy.

Samuel: Diego - yes, as in everybody's favorite animal rescue hero
Caleb: John - because he decided he liked that better than his name

Which leads me to something interesting I've watched with Caleb through each of my pregnancies. He tests out new names. In Kindergarten, he decided to change his name to Zach. He was in public school then and thankfully had a wonderful teacher who handled it really well when one of her students kept writing a different name on his papers. It went on for several weeks and then just kind of went away.

During Abigail's pregnancy, he wanted to be called Jeb. It didn't last nearly as long. So I guess now he's outgrown the phase of "trying on" names and can just verbalize that he thinks he likes a different name more.
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Caleb started telling me that there should be 10 kids in the family. When my eyeballs came out of my head and threatened to attack him he brought the number down to six. He has also informed me that I should be pregnant by July next year. My eyeballs restrained themselves from inflicting bodily harm on the child, but they wanted to, I just know it.  And Samuel keeps telling me that we should have more babies, too.
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The boys are so sweet. Talking to the baby, hugging my belly. Caleb gets really concerned if I'm doing something he thinks might hurt the baby or me. I love being able to see this side of them! Gives me great hope for their future wives. *smile* I also pray its the beginning of beautiful and lasting sibling relationships.

Slap In The Face(book)

2010-08-31T23:51:00.001-04:00

I realized about an hour ago that neither of my phones rang today. Isn't that weird? Not even a person trying to sell insurance or cheap medications to any person over 65 in our home. It was actually pretty nice since I would guess 90% of our calls are solicitors.

That really has nothing to do with this post, but it did get me to thinking about communication. Which got me thinking about an encounter I had a few months ago.

So before I begin, let me try to make one thing clear...I don't think it's wrong for you to be on Facebook, but it's wrong for me. As I've shared some of my feelings about it (see 10 reasons here), I feel I may be a little misunderstood.  Please don't feel like you must give me all the reasons you are on Facebook. I'm not judging you based on my personal opinions, preferences, whatever. M'kay? Please believe me! And put that list away, please. *wink*

A lot of it boils down to self protection and that of my family. I don't think I can handle the self discipline, the temptation. I still feel out of it sometimes, friends laughing over a shared story and I have no clue what they're talking about. I have to be okay with that and I pretty much am.

At times I've wondered if I can still be relevant in today's world without joining Facebook though. And one Sunday morning in church had me questioning where I stood more than any other time.

I was sitting next to a pretty young woman I had never met. Probably feeling a little self conscious because she was also dressed very stylish and well, I'm usually not. Anyway, I was really pleased when we had the opportunity to introduce ourselves before the message that day was given.

As we began sharing a little about ourselves, I thought maybe I had made a new friend for the first time during one of those "meet and greets". She suggested getting our children together to play and grabbed her purse to write down my information.  In the midst of this, she asked if I was on Facebook?

I gently smiled and said, "No." And that's when it all came to a crashing halt.

My new friend informed me, "That's too bad.  It's how I keep up with everybody and get to know them. I schedule all our playdates that way too." She gave a little shrug to say sorry and she pretty much had nothing else to say to me. I told her it was nice meeting her and then sat there a little bewildered.

Was I missing it here? Missing potential friendships. Missing ministry opportunities.  Was I wrong not to be on Facebook? I began to question God about my decision.

Then I had to laugh inside. A sad laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. What have we come to if Facebook is the only way we communicate with one another? The only way we can be "friends"? It's one of my biggest issues with social networking for goodness sake.

I admit I felt a little rejected at first also, then I had to laugh at that too. You know what, I just might be worth the extra "effort" to get to know without Facebook being involved.

If God can remain relevant in this digital world, then so can I. At least I know I'm in good company. *smile*

Once again I have to say, "No thanks, Facebook. I'm not interested in what you have to offer. I need more."

On My Nightstand - September

2010-08-31T08:01:00.002-04:00

In hopes of being a little more accountable to actually finishing a book and pursuing growth in various areas of my life, I thought posting a few titles I want to get through this month might help me.

1. Gentle Birth Choices by Barbara Harper - I'm going to try (once again) for a natural childbirth. I want to experience it at least once and this could be my last opportunity. I'm sure I'll talk about this more at some point.

2. Cleaning Plain and Simple by Donna Smallin - I have got to find a better way of keeping our house clean. I want our home to be a peaceful retreat for my family, not the dust bunnies. I am hoping this book gives me a few new ideas on how to better manage it all.

3. Mission of Motherhood by Sally Clarkson - I've been wanting to read this book for a couple years now, so I'm really excited. I love being a mother to my wonderful children and I could use some fresh inspiration and insight in my role.

4. Language Wars by Ruth Beechick - I always enjoy her writing. It helps keep me focused on our homeschooling journey and desiring the best for my children's education.

And well, the first and last books I started this past month, so I'm a little over halfway through both. Since I make up the rules, I guess that's not cheating. *smile*

And The Ultrasound Says...

2010-08-28T10:30:00.001-04:00

That Abigail and I are outnumbered 2 to 1 now!

We're having a boy!

I'm hoping to sit down some time this weekend and write a little bit more, but I've made quite a to do list today (trying to get a bunch of cooking/baking done so I don't have to do it for a couple days) and need to get busy.

The baby is doing very well and looks great! If I can get everything to cooperate, I'll share the pictures soon. Thanks for all your prayers and love!

Randomness

2010-08-26T21:34:00.002-04:00

I was working on a blog entry and the computer keeps freezing on me, so I just decided to write the thoughts swimming around my head. Lucky reader, you...
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My kitchen is sticky. I'm sticky. The kids are sticky.  And if we had a dog, it would be sticky too!  We've been canning peaches and I can hear my crocs (they help my feet and back while canning) peeling off the floor with every step I take. I feel like I have to keep moving or I might get stuck.

I think there's a spiritual application there.
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Tomorrow (Friday!) we will find out if the little one I'm carrying is a boy or girl.  If the baby decides to cooperate that is.  Caleb is the only one we decided not to find out with and he made sure we couldn't change our minds. He didn't reveal himself during the two ultrasounds I had with him.

I'll be sharing the news tomorrow, so check some time in the evening if your curious.
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After a month long summer break, we started our "new" school year four weeks ago with two subjects and have added a "subject" a week since then. It has worked out really well for us and given me time to work through any kinks (read: learning how to keep the two little ones occupied during that time) we encounter.

We pretty much homeschool year round for those of you who didn't know. And no, it's not as bad as it sounds! For any of us. *grin*

I am so excited about the year we have planned, I think it's going to be fun and Caleb seems to be enjoying himself so far. I saved history - his favorite- for last. We'll be in full swing Labor Day week. Then I'll start adding more with Samuel. I eventually hope to have a set of activities to rotate with Abigail also. So I figure by November we'll be in a sure groove. Which will give us 1 1/2 months before the Christmas holidays and the baby arriving.    Then it will be time to readjust. *smile*
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Samuel came inside today and said, "The potatoes are biting me." Turns out the mosquitoes were biting him. *grin*

I love when Samuel announces to me that it is morning. He always says, "It's sun time, Mommy." The rule is that he can't get out of bed until the sun is up. Once he has a better grasp on numbers we'll be changing that a bit...
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Abigail has been weaned for a week and half now. I'm not sure if it's been harder on me or her. She typically asks to nurse about twice a day still. We both miss it, but I really felt like my body needed to stop. I sometimes wonder if her lower birth weight (5 lb. 15 oz.) was due in part to my nursing Samuel through my pregnancy with her. I'm glad my sweet girl still likes to snuggle and hug a lot or I would be really sad!
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Richie surprised me for my birthday by getting an old bike someone had given us fixed. I haven't gotten on it yet because I'm a little scared I'll hurt myself or the baby, but I'm super excited. We live in a great neighborhood for it.

We're still trying to work on the house as we can in hopes of evetually moving. We've got a long way to go, especially when we keep discovering things like rotten floor beams. *grimace* I just keep reminding myself that God is in control. And that is a really good thing!

So as I head off to bed tonight, that's the thought I rest in.

Sunday Confessions

2010-08-22T13:46:00.001-04:00

I turned 33 yesterday.
I'm still waiting to feel like a grown up.
Abigail has been completely weaned for a week now. After 4 years and 4 months of nursing someone it feels really good. I'm going to enjoy these next four months of freedom. *sigh*
When Abigail was born, I tandem nursed her and Samuel for about 10 months. Something I don't ever really care to do again. Unless I had twins, of course.
I can finally eat peanut butter again during this pregnancy. I'm glad to add it back to my list since I'm still having a hard time with food most days.
I enjoy peanut butter the way most women like chocolate.
My husband learned how to can this weekend. His first conquest? Fourteen quarts of green beans. Go honey!
I found a ticket stub to a New Kids on the Block concert while I was cleaning out all my ~~junk~~ prized possessions. I think my eyes teared up when they rode motorcycles in the street before the concert - so close, yet so far away. *cringe*
In middle school, some friends and I thought we would come up with a female equivalent to NKOTB. The name of the band was Sweet Street Peace Posse. Yeah, I don't know.
I have now completely humiliated myself. Must find rock to hide under...

Hope you're enjoying your Sunday!

Ode To Slurpees

2010-08-20T17:31:00.000-04:00

With this pregnancy I haven't had any real cravings. Something that I want a lot of all the time. A certain food might sound good one day and terrible the next. But one thing always has my interest...

Slurpees.

I might even call it my beverage of choice.

I live recklessly, you don't have to tell me.

When I worked outside of the home, I might have even been known to stop and get a slurpee before I went into my office. Some people like coffee, but give me a slurpee any day.

I have always joked that if I was ridiculously wealthy that would be my one eccentric buy. A slurpee machine in my house. A good slurpee can solve just about anything.

And I have been craving them. We've only had them twice this summer, so I've been really good. But I've wanted them a whole lot more than that! *grin* I just like to ignore the fact that they are full of things I don't really want in our bodies...

So in honor of a 7-11 moving back into our town and making slurpees more accessible in my life...I've prepared a small song for you.

I Love Slurpees
(Sung to the tune of Jesus Loves The Little Children)

I love all the little slurpees,
All the slurpees in the world,
Red, purple, green, and blue,
Mix the flavors or it keep it pure,
I love all the slurpees in the world.

P.S. For the record, I do not believe all slurpees are created equal.

Somebody

2010-08-19T08:28:00.000-04:00

Once in a while someone asks me if I miss the job I left to stay at home with my kids. And the answer for the most part is an honest no. I would not give up the opportunity to be with my precious babies to pursue what was a successful career. I enjoyed it thoroughly, but I've only got this one season in life with my children and this is what God has called me to do in it.

I mean sure, there are times when I get to the end of a day and feel like I have nothing to show for the work I did. It would be nice to finish something and have it stay that way. Like a clean room. Or even a clean child. *wry grin* But even then I try not to get frustrated, because I know one day I will miss having sticky fingers grab my face to give me wet kisses.

So it's very rare that I feel a pang for that woman who used to wear business suits every day.  My pajamas are way more comfy anyway.

I've been cleaning out our "schoolroom" that has really served as ~~a dump~~ storage space more than anything else so that we can actually do things with less risk of little ones interfering with school work.  More square footage is always a plus. It has been a lot of work, but has been so incredibly freeing -which is a great representation of what God has been doing spiritually for me also. As my home is being physically restored, so is my soul.

One day as I was cleaning, I came across some old things from my working life. Certificates and plaques, old training materials, resumes, and I even dug out some old notebooks that had been tucked away in a deep pocket in a bag I used to carry.

And that's when I began trying to reconcile the working woman that was with this stay at home mommy.    Who was that girl?

I found myself wanting to find someone and tell them that I used to be somebody. Somebody who managed six figure budgets. Somebody who ran and coordinated a large Dept. of Justice initiative. Somebody who had the trust of local, state, and federal representatives and other prominent figures in the community. Somebody who could hold a thought and pee for longer than a minute.

Please don't get me wrong. I think being a stay at home mom, homemaker (with or without children), or whatever other title you prefer is one of the noblest of professions. I also happen to think it is one of the most difficult -on many different levels. And I am having a hard time even confessing these thoughts I was having.

As I began to lose perspective and struggle with these thoughts, God in His loving kindness intervened. He took me by the shoulders, looked me in the eyes, and said, "You are somebody. I say so."  I could feel his breath blowing on me, freeing me and giving me life. Reaching deeper than I am probably even aware at this time.

Reestablishing my identity.  Finding comfort in who I am.  And also in Who I am, for I am in Him.  Things I've known moving from my head into my heart.

Somebody, it is who I am. And it's who you are too.

He said so.

These Are The Days Of My Life

2010-08-17T08:06:00.000-04:00

We've been busy. Crazy busy. Working on the house, trying to maintain the garden and its harvest, organizing our "schoolroom", wrangling kids, hugging kids...you get the point. And in the midst of it, I've been busy being pregnant and planning the start of our new school year.

So you'll probably be seeing quite a bit of talk from me about pregnancy, being mommy, and homeschooling over the next month or so. 'Cause really, these are the things that make up the days of my life. And I'd be willing to guess the drama of each could give any old soap opera a run for its money any given day. *smile*

Name Game

2010-08-16T09:02:00.000-04:00

Or more aptly named More Than You Wanted To Know About Names In My Life.

As we anticipate the arrival of our next little one, names (imagine that) are on my mind. Or at least I'm thinking about names in our family. Waiting for God to reveal His chosen name for this child. And for some reason I'm a little impatient right now.

Perhaps because it would reveal the gender of this child. Maybe because we see the direct connection between the meaning of names and the personalities of our children.

As we wait, here are some of things that have crossed my mind as I've thought about names.

The names of my children have gained one letter in length in succession. 5, 6, and 7...will child number four's name be eight letters long?
There were 6 children in my family growing up. All of our names start with the letter "J".
My first name is Jo and my middle name is Ann. I was named after my father, Joseph Anthony.
I love the name Jo, but have gone by Jo Ann for so long it almost seems foreign to try to go by it now. Not to mention the fact that when I was in fifth grade I asked to go by "Jo" one day and the teacher made fun of it all day long.
All of our children's names -first and middle- can be found in the Old Testament up to this point. Not really on purpose, it's just the way it's happened.
My Puerto Rican grandmother's name is Jenny and my Anglo-Saxon grandmother's name is Juanita. That has always cracked me up.

Now that I've completely bored you, do you have anything interesting about names in your family?

Of Pearly Whites and Parenting

2010-08-15T22:38:00.001-04:00

We forgot to have the kids brush their teeth tonight. Nobody remembered as we were quickly ushering them into bed at 9:00 pm after baths from the long (but fun) day.

Well, no one remembered until 10:00 pm when the boys were still awake and realized their teeth had been neglected. I'm not sure I've seen them so enthusiatic about brushing their teeth since we made the rule that whomever comes back with a no cavity report from the dentist gets to pick something at the dollar store.

I could feel guilty, but I've decided I'm not going there. I'm thinking that if that is the biggest parenting "mistake" I made today, then we're not doing too bad.

It's part of a new stand I'm taking against common maladies of the human mother, this one being mommy guilt. Its nasty hooks and traps willing to ensnare any compliant mother. After careful thought and consideration, I've come to the conclusion that I'm really not that into it and it needs to go. I realize that mommy guilt will likely try to bare its nasty teeth -he nevers brushes- for as long as I'm a mother (read: forever), but whatever.

Two words...buh-bye.

Morning Glory

2010-08-12T07:52:00.000-04:00

I'm what you might call a conditional morning person. I like to wake up slowly, lie in bed quietly and talk to the Lord. Prepare myself for whatever I might face this new day. Get up and soak in the stillness of the house. Look out the window or even sit outside and watch the world awaken.

The odds are typically not in favor for me to enjoy this type of morning. So on the rare chance I do get to have one like this, I feel like I have received a special gift. A love note straight from God.

A quiet morning soothes me. Refreshes me. Reminds me once again that His mercies are new for me this day.

I look around and the day sparkles. The newness of the day shines forth.

As the sun reveals its face, God's promises seem so close to me. Everywhere I look promise and hope are being freely offered. Reaching out to me. Inviting me.

And I know that He loves me. No matter what the day might bring, His goodness is always all around me.

Bless the LORD, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless His holy name! Psalm 103:1

Birth Order Laughs

2010-08-08T15:52:00.000-04:00

One of my sisters sent this in an e-mail to me a year and a half ago and it still makes my mommy self chuckle. I have no idea where it originated. It's fun with a touch of truth.

BIRTH ORDER OF CHILDREN

1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy.
2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.
3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.
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The Layette:
1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.
2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains.
3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?
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Worries:
1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up the baby
2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your firstborn.
3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing.
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Pacifier:
1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it.
2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle.
3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.
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Diapering:
1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need it or not.
2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if needed.
3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.
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Activities
1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, Baby Zoo, Baby Movies and Baby Story Hour.
2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.
3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaners.
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Going Out:
1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call home five times.
2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a number where you can be reached.
3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees blood.
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At Home:
1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.
2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children
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Swallowing Coins (a favorite):
1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the hospital and demand x-rays
2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for the coin to pass.
3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his allowance!

You Might Be A Mommy If...

2010-08-04T22:20:00.000-04:00

your home is frequented by visits from two invisible children. I have not had the chance to personally meet them, but my children are apparently on a first name basis with them.

They go by the names of Not me and I don't know.

If you happen to see them, please let them know that there are a few things I'd really like to discuss with them.

I'll Protect You

2010-08-03T22:02:00.000-04:00

My mom forwarded the following devotional to me a couple of days ago and it touched something deep in my heart. I desire to be this type of parent. I want my children to know that I am their champion. I am on their side.

Just like our Daddy God is always with us and for us. He is our banner.

I'll Protect You - taken from Moments With You by Dennis and Barbara Rainey

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go. JOSHUA 1:9

One day during Rebecca's first year of junior high, she came home from school with an unusually unhappy look on her face. Some boy had been making ugly remarks about her figure (or more precisely, her lack of one).

"What's this guy's name?" I inquired. She told me what it was. "What's his phone number?" I asked. "Sounds like we need to have a little man-to-man chat."

When the boy's father answered the phone, I told him I needed to talk to his son. I said I wasn't going to be mean, but he had been making derogatory comments about my daughter and I wanted to tell him that such comments are inappropriate.

"Okay, here he is." (I could just imagine the look on this young man's face as the phone receiver came his direction.) "Hullo?" he said in that teenage monotone. "Hello, I'm Mr. Rainey. Rebecca's dad. From school. She came home today telling me about some things you said about her body, and I just wanted you to know I don't appreciate it. This is not the way to treat a young lady, and I'd like you to respect her dignity enough to stop teasing her about the way she looks. You understand?"

That was it. Didn't take long. I remember it took some courage to make the call, but I just remember Rebecca standing there beaming. And though I'd like to think it made a statement to the young man on the other end of the line, I know for a fact it made a statement to my daughter.

She saw the way a man is supposed to protect a woman, the way a dad is supposed to protect his little girl. How will they know if they don't see us doing it?

And while this portrays a father and daughter, God still used it to speak to my heart about my relationship as a mother to my sons and daughter. Ways as a mother that I can protect them and bring life and light when life has bruised them.

Lord, thank You for the children You have brought into my life. Continue to change me to be the parent you desire for me to be. Help me be aware of the situations in their lives where they need encouragement and someone to speak Truth over them. I ask for an increase in wisdom to meet each of their unique needs. Thank You for being our Jehovah Nissi.

Online...I Think

2010-08-02T16:38:00.002-04:00

I thought about channeling a little Willie Nelson and singing you a little tune I like to call Online Again, but then I'd have to braid my hair and that would require a little more effort than I'm willing to give right now.

Come on, I am incubating a person here.

Now that you know you've been saved from my budding career as a parodist (at least temporarily), you might be disturbed to know that I now have a working computer back in my hands. *insert creepy organ music here*

Through a family friend, God has blessed me with a cute, little laptop and now I can get back at the ol' blog. I love hand-me-downs. *smile* I mention that it is small, because it tends to strain my eyes rather quickly and that will limit the amount of time I spend online.  It might also explain why you might think I'm looking at you funny the next time I see you, please don't be offended just blame burnt retinas.

Unfortunately, pictures will still be extremely limited. The CD drive is broken and I'm concerned that loading my camera software will send the laptop into a coma.  I look forward to the day I can post pictures of my babies and whatever weird stuff I can ~~torment~~ share with you.

So, anyway...just thought I'd warn you that the erratic, sporadic, phlegmatic musings that pour out of this cranial mass will be resuming.

Stay tuned.   I dare you.

Still Offline

2010-06-16T10:47:00.001-04:00

Just touching base while I have access to a computer to let you know that my computer finally quit on me and it's going to be a little while longer until we're back online. No blogging, no searching, no e-mailing for me since mid-May.

If you need to get in touch with me, you're going to have to pick up the phone and call. So old fashioned, I know. *grin*

I've really missed being able to ~~pollute~~ contribute to cyber world. I miss documenting for my kids and I miss the opportunity to write and process what's going on in my life.

And life amazingly does go on with a computer or not. Samuel turned four, Abigail just turned two, and we're trying to work on the house in hopes of putting it on the market by the end of summer. In a case of what could only be temporary insanity, we doubled the size of our garden and Richie has done a beautiful job taking care of it.

In the biggest family news, we're expecting our fourth little one in January 2011!

Maybe we'll have the computer issue worked out before then... Hope you are having a wonderful start to your summer!

Catching My Attention

2010-05-07T17:59:00.000-04:00

You may or may not have noticed that a month or two ago I added something new to my right sidebar. I'm not quite sure why, but I decided to add a link to some bookmarks I've saved in a Delicious account.

And because variety is the spice of life and what makes this mama tick, the links cover a wide spectrum of topics. Although right now looking at them, I see an underlying theme that we won't talk about right now, m'kay?

Anyway, if you ever want to comment or chat on something you see there, this would be the place to do it. For the record, just because I link to something, it does not necessarily mean I agree with it. It just caught my attention.

Hey Diddle, Diddle

2010-05-07T06:38:00.000-04:00

Hey diddle, diddle
Jo Ann really wants a fiddle
The kids are jumping all over the place
The old house laughs at her attempts to clean
And her hips ran away with her waist

My Pace In This World

2010-05-04T23:17:00.003-04:00

Today I was thinking about how crazy the past few months have felt. Baseball season started (read: my husband is mostly g-o-n-e) and it has felt like a tornado siren should be sounding off any minute. I'm really having trouble finding a groove that works for me. Ironically there are only a few more weeks to the season and then it will be time to readjust again.

But this season, there have been a few times where I stood in the middle of the ~~chaos~~ house and felt so out of control. Like everything is happening around me yet I have no part in it. I'm trying catch up, but the train is quickly leaving me behind.

I find myself grasping (or maybe gasping would be more appropriate) to find the right pace for this time in my life. Like the long distance runner to whom it's critical to find the right pace in order to finish the race. (Did I just use whom correctly? It felt right. Sorry you grammatical junkies out there, I don't know why you put up with me!)

Maybe I'm not allowing God to set my pace. Allowing Him to reveal Himself to me and what He thinks of me in all of my life's circumstances. Not allowing Him to be God. Ouch.

I know I've been running a bad race. Putting on a horrible show. Much like when I was on the middle school track team, but that's another story. A pathetic and sad story that I hope to never be inspired to share here.

The real story is that I want to run the race of life worthy of what God has done for me.

However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace. Acts 20:24 NIV

Running at the pace He has set for me. Not pulling ahead of Him. Not falling behind Him. Running with Him, at the speed where I can enjoy His companionship. Where fulfillment, peace, and joy can be found.

Maybe one of these days I'll get this living for Christ thing right. *Can you hear me laughing?* Until then, I'm just glad He's always ready to refill my cup and quick to come hold me up in this race.

Where To Start?

2010-04-20T14:56:00.000-04:00

I'm feeling a bit at a loss for words. I suppose that's the problem with sporadic blogging, I just don't know where to start.

Maybe I'd start with the story from this afternoon when Samuel and Abigail spilled some sort of green-blue liquid Caleb concocted (he named it poison) all over the boys' room.

Then maybe I'd tell you that Caleb accidentally broke the glass globe to their light when he lifted a toy in the air in frustration while the two little ones were demanding baths since their hands and feet were now stained with the "poison".

Or that unbeknownst to me as I was ~~being cut~~ cleaning up the said glass, Samuel and Abigail snuck out the back door to play on the swingset. Completely naked.

Perhaps I'd share the panic I felt in my stomach when Caleb asked where the two little ones were and the non-motherly feelings I experienced as I ~~flew~~ walked outside and suggested (ahem) they come back inside. In my pajamas.

I could tell you that all this happened in a span of ten minutes.

Instead, I think I'll start with five things I am glad for:
1. God gives rest to the weary.
2. There is never a shortage of learning opportunities in our family.
3. Caleb
4. Samuel
5. Abigail

The Snack That Haunted Me

2010-03-17T21:07:00.005-04:00

**This has been sitting in the vault since July for some reason...

On my very first trip to Puerto Rico as a young girl there were so many new experiences. A new culture, new places, new relatives, and of course, new food.

I remember going to visit some of our relatives who lived up high on a mountain side. Complete with a fence part of the way down so that if you fell you couldn't roll too far. Or at least that's why I thought it was there.

I remember our hostess, who I think was a cousin of some sort, being very pretty and she served us the most incredible snack. Which made me like her even more. *grin*

It made such an impression on me that I have wished I could have more of it ever since then. It truly has crossed my mind several times a year for the past 20+ years. What was in that snack?

One day recently I was trying to decide what to have for a snack for the kids and I thought of that elusive snack again. If only I could replicate that snack, then they would rise up and call me blessed.

I thought about it and decided to go ahead and just use some ingredients that I thought looked like it. Crackers, tuna fish, and salsa.

It did not sound very appealing to me. Not to mention the fact that I am very picky about tuna fish. I was hesitant to take my first bite. But when I did a party took place in my mouth. That was it! Or at least it was close enough for my memory's sake.

So simple and it had been right in my cupboard for years.

This really is a yummy snack and it could even pass as part of a light lunch. I just can't believe that it took me this long to figure it out.

If You Were A Fly On The Wall...

2010-03-12T18:12:00.000-05:00

in the last 48 hours, you would have witnessed:

Samuel dressed to go outside in his coat, underwear, and flip flops
me having to hold Abigail with my legs and one arm in order to administer her breathing treatments for pneumonia...every 4 hours
4 loads of clean laundry on my couch
4 loads of dirty laundry by the washing machine
4 days of dirty dishes in/on the sink, counter, and kitchen table
and a partridge in a pear a tree..oops, wrong post
Abigail running out the back door naked
a woman at the park giving me a mean look because Abigail ran out the back door naked
the boys killing over 30 flies that are invading our house (gross!)
good thing you weren't a fly on the wall, eh
me discovering that Caleb was wearing shoes one and a half sizes too small
me having to ask someone to repeat very simple directions twice because it was just not registering
me discovering that Samuel was wearing his pants backward, at 2:00 pm, after we had been in public
and a whole host of other head shaking things that all lead to one thing...
me calling on Jesus a whole lot

Cell Phone Radiation

2010-03-10T15:44:00.001-05:00

For the record, I'm not an expert. I just play one on television.

So glad to have that off my chest.

Every once in a while I've heard snippets about radiation and cell phones, but nothing much to really make me question the truth of it. I mean, surely, the government and corporate America have our best interests in mind right?

Right?

*Tap, tap, tap* Is this thing on?

Between a recent conversation with my mom and a book I was reading, the topic has really been percolating in my brain. And a percolating brain can be a dangerous, dangerous thing. (Side note - the book is Sex, Lies, and Menopause by T.S. Wiley- contact me if you would like to know more about the book, I recommend it with some reservations.)

The first time I began to question the effects of cell phone usage was this past fall when Richie attended a teacher in-service session on alternative health remedies. The leader of the class touched very briefly on cell phones and how they have been connected to bone loss on individuals who wore their phones on their belts or in the pockets. Without doing a lot of research, I found this article that pointed in that direction.

After doing a little digging (emphasis on little), I've found enough information to be concerned. It seems that researchers are just now being able to link some serious side effects with cell phone usage since it still remains a relatively "new" technology. A decrease in bone density, headaches, behavioral problems, benign and malignant tumors, soft tissue damage (think eyeballs, etc.), and lack of concentration are just a few of the side effects being linked to cell phone usage.

Having lived in the world of statistics and research before my retirement into the glamourous world of full-time homemaker, I cautiously digest what these studies are finding. I plan to keep looking for the actual studies to examine their findings for myself (if it isn't all scientific jargon), but in the meantime I'm going to be changing some of my phone habits.

Stop carrying it in my pocket around the house.
Try to only use my phone when I have a strong signal. A cell phone emits more radiation when the signal strength is low.
Look into getting a good headset and use my speakerphone more often. There is some debate about which headsets protect against radiation.
Monitor frequency and length of calls when the kids are on the phone. They aren't on that much, but I want to make sure their calls are kept brief or on speakerphone.

I'm really interested to see what develops as further research is done on this topic. I thought maybe (?) I wasn't the only one who was curious about the subject so I thought I'd share.

Here's a list of cell phone models ranked by radiation from EWG, whose organic Dirty Dozen list I've shared before. Find your cell phone and see how it ranks. Mine was in the upper middle.

Some Things Just Beg To Be Written

2010-03-09T17:07:00.005-05:00

Out of extreme exhaustion...
Straight from the trenches...
Call it secondhand side effects of nebulized albuterol...
This is my gift to you.

You can thank me later.

Boogies, Boogies, Boogies

Boogies, boogies, boogies,
Boogies everywhere;
In your nostril, on a finger,
Maybe in your hair.

You never know what you'll get,
Yellow, green, or brown;
Some boogies stay put,
While others drip down.

Some are fresh,
Some are old,
Some like them in the pot
Nine days old.

Sticky, crusty, or gooey,
Boogies just the same,
Parents wipe them,
Kids hide 'em as a game.

Use a tissue,
Go ahead and pick,
Just whatever you do,
Please don't flick.

Do you roll it on your finger?
Does your mom suck out your brain?
Will they ever stop coming?
When can we get off this boogie train?

I'm drowning in boogies,
A living nightmare;
Boogies, boogies, boogies,
Boogies everywhere.

Lost

2010-03-06T22:44:00.000-05:00

Item: abandoned worshipper of God

Description: passionate, bold; may be freely dancing or singing, wielding a banner, or demonstrating some other form of physical adoration of the King

Last Seen: on the straight and narrow path where betrayal, confusion, anger, and grief intersect

Other Information: mistakenly exchanged for fear of man and rejection

If seen, please contact: DES-PER-ATE1

Life With A Toilet Trained Tornado

2010-03-03T13:29:00.002-05:00

The Good - Samuel simply goes to the bathroom when he needs to now. No encouragement or prompting necessary.

The Bad - Samuel simply goes to the bathroom when he needs to now. Usually without letting me know. Which could lead to open bathroom doors at the library. Throw in a little boy grunting and all I can do is laugh. Of course, the lady reading in the chair right by the door was not smiling.

The Ugly - Samuel simply goes to the bathroom when he needs to know. Usually without letting me know. So I could be in the middle of something, like changing Abigail's diaper upstairs and laying her down for a nap, when he needs some assistance from me. I might decide to have him wait until I'm done. Which could lead to a bottle of lotion being smeared all over his body and the toilet. Throw in several bottles of nail polish being poured all over the floor and I have to dig deep to find my smile.

Samuel, you live life big, never doing anything halfway. Getting the most out of it you can. I love that about you, even when there's a huge mess to clean up.

They Haven't Kicked Us Out

2010-03-02T21:53:00.000-05:00

Yet.

Which is great news because we love the library. I mean love it. Like love love it.

If you're not utilizing your local library, you are missing out on a beautiful thing. If you homeschool and don't use your local library, then you need your head examined.

How's that for winning friends and influencing people? I think I have what it takes...

So, why would I consider the fact that our family is still allowed to patronize our library anything but normal? A good question that surprisingly does not involve outrageous late fees or ruined books.

I think.

And at any given visit it could involve loud children and running, but we've really been working on that.

Note: This post ended up longer than I thought it would so I'll have to share our other library stories another day...

It began many moons ago at one of their kids' book club meetings. The leaders of the club had decided they were all going to meet at a local park to observe wildlife after the regular reading time. A trip, by the way, that we were not joining. They were discussing this trip and talking about the things the children might do while enjoying nature there.

This would be about the time that my man cub piped up with the charming answer, "We could trap rabbits and kill them. Then we could use them for food."

In my defense...which does not include the fact that there are large rivers of testosterone flowing through this child...we had just finished reading The Sign of the Beaver by Elizabeth George Speare. A book in which a young boy is left to protect his family's homestead and fend for himself. A book where the young boy has to catch and kill his own food. It spoke to the inner survivor and provider dwelling inside my son.

And judging by the looks on the faces of the two volunteers, I needed a defense. They were visibly shaken by my son's answer. This might be a good time to mention that I don't think they have any sons between them. It might also be worth noting that I think they could be members of PETA.

Oh, and they happen to be more than slightly influential in our area. Especially when it comes to getting banned from children's activities in various venues across town. Wonderful...

One was speechless. The other vigorously disagreed, went into a speech about the importance of not harming animals, and quickly wrapped up the session.

I was already feeling a bit awkward because we were the only homeschoolers and these are the people we left choking on the dust at the elementary school as we embarked on our homeschooling journey. So naturally, I felt like they were already looking at me like I had two heads and leprosy. After that comment, I was upgraded to two heads, leprosy, and a pair of horns.

The funny thing is, it was their fault. After all, the book did come from their library. And they encourage children to read.

So, like a good mother, I graciously collected our things and we went home as planned.

Then I ordered two books about trapping rabbits in the wild.

A First Time For Everything

2010-02-24T15:32:00.001-05:00

Sunday marked an unbelievable day for me. I'm still shaking my head over it.

It was the first time in my life I ever wished there was not snow on the ground. Ever, I tell ya.

Except maybe when I was a teenager who was just too cool and HAD to be somewhere. But that doesn't count due to hormones and lack of common sense.

I'm a snow lover and this has been the best winter. It's what winter was made for. I was also able to tolerate the cold very well this year because I could see all the white stuff.

Isn't it so awesome how God made all four seasons. All so different, yet wonderfully enjoyable!

With a gorgeous February day teasing us to come out and run, this mommy really wanted to be out there. Not all that unreasonable since snow has been covering the ground for at least three weeks now.
But, I'm also just a little bit excited about gardening season being around the corner. 'Cause I want to do this:

Can you smell the freshly turned ground? I cannot be held responsible for my actions around this stuff. Last year I wanted to lay down and roll in it. I may just go for it this year.

I can't help it. It's in my blood. It calls me.

Resistance is futile.

And I can't wait to see things like this:

I love seeing our family work together. The boys were (usually) more than willing to help plant, rake, and harvest. The way we bonded over small victories against voles, groundhogs, and rabbits. All vying for position through the summer as public enemy number one.

Every time I use something we've put up for the winter, I smile. There's a sense of satisfaction. Of accomplishment. So deliciously wonderful.

Remind me of that this summer when I sweating buckets preserving our bounty.

On second thought, don't.

Which Bothers You More?

2010-02-18T06:47:00.005-05:00

Please note: The following post contains one word of profanity. If that will cause you any discomfort, please do not read any further. Then again, maybe you should consider reading on...

I'm not sure that I've shared about my desire to serve the poor. The orphans. The sick. The world's cast-offs. It's something that has been brewing inside of me since I was a teenager. Every time I hear of someone who gave up everything to move to some foreign country or the mountains of Appalachia, etc. to live in extreme hardships in order to love and serve the people there and I feel almost desperate to be able to do the same thing.

Yet, here I am tucked in my house for the night and I'm not quite sure that I did much of anything for the Kingdom today. Some days that feels like it's never going to change.

It becomes so easy to get caught up in things that really have no eternal significance. To become offended by things that amount to nothing compared to the injustices of this world. Desensitized to the suffering and hurt around me.

I saw the following quote the other day and, well, I'll just let it speak for iteself:

“I have three things I’d like to say today. First, while you were sleeping last night, 30,000 kids died of starvation or diseases related to malnutrition. Second, most of you don’t give a shit. What’s worse is that you’re more upset with the fact that I said shit than the fact that 30,000 kids died last night.” - Tony Campolo

There are times I am so guilty. Ignoring that which truly matters by getting my feathers ruffled at something as simple as a word that makes me uncomfortable. A word that Christians aren't supposed to say, according to religion.

We have totally missed it when we become more comfortable with hearing about a hurting and lost world than we are with one bad word.

So, which bothers you more?

Lord, expose the areas in my life where I'm distracted and made useless by focusing on things completely irrelevant to You. Break my heart with the things that break Yours. Give me a heart that loves with Your Love.

Our Home Appeal Process

2010-02-17T15:17:00.000-05:00

I have had this post sitting in draft mode for almost a year now, but still wanted to share something that is working in our home of opinionated people, big and small. *grin* I also needed a reminder and encouragement to stay consistent and steadfast.

Let me begin by saying that having a strong-willed child in the home is a blessing. I truly look forward to how God will use them. Not just in the future, but in these days while they are still under our influence and roof.

On the flip side, it is quite possible to experience much wailing and gnashing of teeth with these spirited children in our home. Some days I question whether I'm really going to be the one to make it out on top by the end of the day. Parenting certainly is not for the faint of heart.

Like most parents, I have read quite a few books trying to help me improve my mommyness and understanding how to parent a strong-willed child. One of the best books I have read is The Heart of Anger by Lou Priolo. Strong-willed or not, I recommend this book for any parent. (Note - I have a newer print than the book through the link.)

One of the things that we put into immediate practice in our home was instituting an appeal process. A subject Priolo devoted a whole chapter to in the book. And it has worked really well for us.

Caleb enjoys a good debate, some might say argument. I've been told he should be a lawyer. I say it will serve him well in his interest of archaeology - refuting carbon dating and all that other jazz. But truthfully, this trait as his parent can be exhausting. And irritating.

Enter our appeal process. Priolo explains:

The basis of an appeal is the presentation of new or additional
information...that your child believes you as his parent have not considered in
making a particular decision.
This process allows parents to change their mind without having to sacrifice parental authority. It also trains children to communicate desires biblically without resorting to disrespect, manipulation and other manifestations of sinful anger.

It has provided a wonderful (and peaceful) opportunity in our home for Caleb to "feel" heard in a way that doesn't compromise our role as his parents. Here are the basic guidelines we use...

Must be made with a respectful attitude and without a raised voice.
Must provide new information for consideration. It has to be more than, "Because I want to."
Can only be made to the parent who has given the insruction.
The final decision must be accepted without further pressure.

Sometimes an appeal is granted, sometimes not. No matter the outcome, it has helped change some of the dynamics in our home. We don't get it perfect every time, but I love how it has empowered us all to have more meaningful and productive interactions. Something that will certainly benefit the children as they grow and go out into the world.

In fact, I should probably go ahead and add it back into my stack of books to re-read and see what other nuggets we can pull from it.

Soooo...

2010-02-16T11:01:00.005-05:00

It looks like I'm back to regular posting.

Maybe.

I've missed blogging, but have been trying to reestablish my priorities and get a few special projects done. As grown up as that sounds, please don't be impressed. I've mostly been cleaning the house. Not that you'd be able to tell.

I've also been trying to work out a better schedule for us. A term I use loosely. I'm hoping I can squeeze a few posts in each week (2-3?) and will just see what happens. Living on the edge remains a priority for me so I'm starting to blog again at the beginning of baseball season.

Pictures of the family will continue to be sparse until we can do something about the computer. Which basically means until we get a new one. New to us anyway. It's still all about perspective around here.

I looked at my account this morning and realized I have quite a few draft posts waiting anxiously for their 15 minutes of fame. I'm thinking I might actually try to get them out after doing some proofreading. Whatever that is.

Would you believe that they go back over a year?! Pathetic, huh?

I'm also s-l-o-w-l-y making some changes around here. To the kind soul who humors me by reading the grammatically incorrect verbiage I write (Hi, Mom!), please bear with me as I try to mess everything up in a timely manner, hopefully within a month. Please don't hold your breath, a year is a long time to go without air.

So, *insert creepy music of your choice*, this is my official, "I'm baaa-aaack."

I think.

You Might Be A Mommy If...

2010-02-15T06:56:00.003-05:00

You have ever considered paying good money for time alone in the bathroom.

Because I've thought about it. Oh, I've thought about it. I think I've even gone as high as $100 in my head.

I can probably count on one hand the number of times in a year that I'm able to be in a bathroom by myself or without any interruption. And after conducting lengthy interviews, I understand it's epidemic.

I enjoy my kids. I also enjoy a nice, hot shower. And there are plenty of days that it seems like it's going to take an act of Congress to even get one. Of course, since I'm the only one who has any special interest in it, I'd probably still be waiting. So, getting to take a shower without anyone banging on the door or shouting questions would be heavenly. Just heavenly.

Even trying to use the facilities, ahem, does not seem to go under the radar. No one told me that as a mother I'd eventually be able to competently use the toilet while holding (possibly even nursing) a baby. Something that won't get me into the Olympics, but that I think takes real talent. *grin*

I guess it just makes me all the more grateful for the times it does occur. It's all about the little things, you know.

Oh The Temptation

2010-02-13T12:46:00.002-05:00

Unbelievably, this not about pan gravy. Because pan gravy is always on my mind these days. If it weren't for fear that the small percentage of my waistline that remains would abandon me, I'd probably be eating that stuff every day. I know, I know, it's sad. Somebody send help quickly. Please.

But like I said, this isn't about gravy or even anything breaded. It's about my ongoing conflict with the "F" word. Facebook.

I've mentioned a couple reasons (or ten) why I have shunned the networking superstar before, but I find it's not always easy to resist its lure. Crazy how left out you can feel by not joining. All the things you're missing out on. *sigh*

I feel weird even admitting that.

So once again I find myself toying with the idea of signing up. Am I just being ridiculously stubborn about it? Would I be able to connect more with the people in my life? You know, maybe even feel like I have tons of friends.

The answer is probably yes to both of those questions. Yet, I still have to pass on the whole thing. It's kind of a matter of survival for me. I just do not want another thing consuming my time. Now, I've tossed around the idea of Twitter, just to be silly every once in a while, but I really don't want to use it for any other reason. Am I allowed to do that?

I just know that Facebook would steal way more time than I have to give. Or rather, I would allow it to steal way too much time. I've spent the last couple months working hard to minimize my time on the computer and don't want to get sucked back into the neverending vortex of cyberworld. You know, there's tons of great stuff and people out there, but I can only be inspired so much. There comes a time to put your inspiration into action. Otherwise, what's the point.

I'm not sure if it will make sense, but it kind of feels like a sacrifice. Maybe that just shows how much I kinda-sorta-wanna be part of the "in" crowd. *smile*

So, I find myself with no choice but to continue to exercise my one show of self discipline and remain out of the loop. Resting in the knowledge that it puts me closer to where I truly want be and the things I really want. Family. Simplicity.

For now I'll remain "on the outside looking in".

If only I could show this much self control with gravy.

Potty Trained...Finally

2010-02-12T16:30:00.007-05:00

Words that I began to wonder I would ever be able to say when it came to Samuel. Because this whole potty training thing has been going on for so. very. long. In fact, here is when I first thought we were on track to getting him out of diapers. In June of 2008.

He was doing so well and then he just lost interest. And then I may or may not have gotten lazy with it. As time passed, I began to get desperate. I even broke out good old bribery. And he still wasn't interested. What can I say, I guess he was holding out for better deals.

Out with the bribery and in with the begging and pleading. The boy was immune. Not even a mother's tears could send him to visit the porcelain throne. Knowing his friends were using the bathroom did not sway him either. Where do you go when peer influence holds no persuasion?

The kid is good. Maybe even Navy Seal good.

Needless to say, visions of graduation parties and diapers were dancing in my head.

I had been praying about the situation, but not really on a consistent basis. And it probably involved additional begging and pleading. Then after earnestly seeking God about our dilemma one day (okay my dilemma, because I was so over changing his diaper), it all came together.

One morning Samuel asked to go to his favorite restaurant, a local pizza place that we all happen to love. That's when what some might call genius, I call it divine inspiration, struck me. A potty party. A pizza potty party.

We got to go celebrate his latrine success that night with his very own pizza potty party. And unlike Caleb, I didn't care who knew what our celebration was about. I was celebrating! I mean, I even had a Dr. Pepper. It was that serious.

So, we kept celebrating. We had potty parties every night until it just became part of his natural routine. Chocolate cake. Candy corns. Oh, the glorious fruits of positive reinforcement that he reaped.

You know, I'm going to have to consider throwing a party the next time I'm tired of any, shall we say, poop in my life. Just start celebrating until I find breakthrough.

Anyway, I'm proud to say that a month later, he is still going strong. No pun intended.

Thanks, God, for caring about all the things in our lives!

Holy Firecrackers, Batman!

2010-02-08T21:17:00.002-05:00

I saw this amazing video of a jump rope team a couple weeks ago for the first time. I'm still impressed with it and could probably watch it consecutively for two hours. Without drool coming out of my mouth, so that should say something.

So, if you've seen it, you know how awesome it is and if it's your first time watching it, you can clap at the screen with me. It almost makes me want to try jump roping. Then I remember that I've given birth to three children and that vigorous jumping could lead to an embarrassing situation. Not to mention serious injury.

Watch and be filled with awe.

My Winter - A Poem and A Recipe

2010-02-07T20:52:00.006-05:00

Good Winter

Much Snow

Happy Faces

Warm Hearts

Paula Deen

Snow Cream

Oh My

Love Handles

Because I'm all about sharing the love...handles, this is the recipe from the Food Network website (courtesy of Ms. Paula Deen) that we've been using to make snow cream this year. It's super easy.

You will need:

1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 can sweetened, condensed milk (14 oz.)
8 cups of snow

Put the snow in a large bowl and add the vanilla extract and condensed milk. Mix until all the ingredients are combined. Enjoy!

I've used more snow than it calls for so it isn't quite so sweet and because I've found the recipe doesn't yield the portions that my crew consumes. I've also frozen some and made milkshakes with it. Yummy!

The Government Can

2009-10-11T16:47:00.004-04:00

'Cause I may or may not be feeling a little ornery right now. Is that allowed on Sundays?

Perhaps disillusioned might be better. But then again that would mean that at some point, I was under the illusion and that's not right either.

Frustrated? Alarmed? A bit riled? I guess it really doesn't matter, this still sums it up.

The Government Can by Tim Hawkins

Humiliation Nation Goes International - Part 2

2009-10-02T07:58:00.000-04:00

Go here if you missed the first part of this glorious story where I have one of the more humiliating moments of my life...

If the toilet could have swallowed me up, I would have gladly flushed myself. I could not believe that the entire team was waiting on me. That the entire team knew I had...had...well, you know what I had.

I begged. I pleaded. Leave without me. Let me stay in my room and get through this "issue" myself. And they would not consent. Now only had my situation become public knowledge, but now they were running late because of me. Could this get any worse?!

They would not relent and somehow missed the concept of what I was going through. Not understanding how these people could not comprehend or sympathize with my predicament, I unhappily collected myself, desperately praying that I could make it on the bus ride to our destination without some sort of accident.

I walked swiftly to the bus with my head lowered. I could not look the 20+ people (a few local pastors had joined our group now and were also aware of my problem) in the eyes knowing that they knew. Knew that I had held them up while I took care of business. I quietly answered their questions concerning my well being while my stomach continued to declare mutiny.

I sank into my seat wishing no one could see me and that this would all go away. I closed my eyes and began to just worship God. I soon found peace...in my soul and stomach. I still had some discomfort, but I knew I was safe until we reached the host church.

I sat listening to the others and continued to collect myself. Maybe they would forget. At the least they wouldn't mention it. I could put this behind me. (No pun intended.)

As someone began to engage me in conversation, one of the team leaders came over. A loud man full of zeal. He ordered me to stand up so that he could pray for me. Why hadn't I tried to flush myself?

I stood up feeling defeated. He began praying. Loudly. The others got quiet. And I...I was not feeling very spiritual at all. I have never not wanted someone to pray for me as much as right then. I fought through my emotions and tried to be thankful that these people cared.

And I was thankful.

Right up until he began yelling about my bowels. My bowels! Commanding them to function properly. My head began to swirl. My stomach began to hurt all over again.

Just when I couldn't have been more humiliated, he drove the nail in the coffin. This could not be happening. Why was I not waking up from this nightmare?

Eventually the prayer ceased. I managed to squeak out a thank you and lowered myself into my seat, thankful that the bus was dark and no one could see my face.

I love passionate people. I love to hear passionate people pray. Just not when it involves screaming about my bowels. I'm picky like that.

Why Organic Produce

2009-10-01T08:00:00.001-04:00

I've talked a little bit about how we've made some big changes in the way we eat over the last two years. One of those changes has included adding more organic foods to our diet.

I have found it very interesting lately to see articles reporting that organic produce are no healthier than conventional produce. The problem that I have with this study is that it totally failed to examine the primary factor that motivates me to buy certain organic produce.

Pesticides. *insert evil organ music here* Those nasty chemicals that can be linked to immune and nervous system problems among other things.

The Environmental Working Group has put together a lovely list called the Dirty Dozen. Go here to take a look at the list which also includes the Clean 15. The Dirty Dozen list includes the produce that were found to be the most contaminated with pesticides.

I use both lists to help me base my decisions on what produce to buy organically on a limited budget. Just thought I'd share what I use to help make those decisions.

By the way, the list can be easily printed and kept in your purse or coupon holder and they even have an application to download to your iPhone or iPod Touch.

Humiliation Nation Goes International - Part 1

2009-09-30T15:21:00.006-04:00

It's time. I am so overdue at sharing something completely humiliating. It's what makes me tick.
Not really, but who doesn't enjoy a good laugh? Plus, it sure does help keep me from taking myself too seriously.

I was on my very first international missions trip. It was such a huge deal for me. A dream I've had for years. One I still possess. I had packed my suitcase with great care. Including my Pepto-Bismol. Something I never left home without and usually the first thing I packed making any trip.

On the final night I realized that I managed to make it through the whole trip without a single, um, digestive problem...if you know what I mean. I used to have a very sensitive stomach and was very concerned that I would be plagued throughout the trip with numerous runs to any available restroom.

Which given the country, there weren't going to be a whole lot of options when we were out. If I was lucky (or should I say blessed since this is about a mission trip? *wink*), a communal outhouse would be available.

When I reached the end of this trip without any issues, I was thrilled. And thankful. You can question my faith, I just know that this was a reality for me for years. Throw on top of that an extremely sketchy food and water system and some unsanitary and unsavory conditions. Then add other team members afflictions and you can't help but wonder if you might be next.

I was thinking on this personal "miracle" as I dressed for a special goodbye service at our host church. And that's when it hit. I started having abdominal cramping and knew what would soon follow. I informed my roommate (a very dear friend of mine) that I was not feeling well and quickly moved to our hotel bathroom. Where I remained for the next twenty minutes.

I could hear the rest of our team gathering outside the hotel to load our bus and my roommate was urging me to make haste. Not exactly something that I felt was in my control. I prayed. I cried. I writhed as only one on a toilet can writhe.

By this point, the whole team, all 20 or so blessed people, knew my "condition". Several other team members gathered to encourage me to just get on the bus. They all knew. Twenty men and women knew I was stuck on the pot. I was mortified.

To be continued...

Farewell To Summer 2009

2009-09-29T20:33:00.004-04:00

Last year I posted a few somethings that happened during summer 2008. So I thought I'd share a few somethings from summer 2009. Makes sense, right?

Maybe not, sense may or may not be something I'm accused of possessing...like when I put a wig on my baby. It still makes me snicker.

Until I think of my baby being compared to George Costanza's mother (Seinfeld).

My summer somethings. Version 2009.

Something I found - a love for the Waltons tv series, I had never watched it until this summer
Something I lost - a lot of vegetables in our garden to our abundance of town wildlife
Something I learned - when Samuel draws on himself it releases an inner tribal instinct, complete with grunting and muscle making
Something I wish I could forget - seven toys can fit in my toilet drain, it's now a known fact
Something fun - staying up all night playing board games with my brothers and sisters
Something not so fun - getting up at the crack of dawn with little ones after playing games all night with my brothers and sisters
Something I worried about - Samuel's broken arm
Something that drove me to my knees - the direction of our country
Something sweet - the flowers and gift already waiting for me at our restaurant table on our anniversary
Something ugly - my dental bills and the work I still need to have done
Something I coveted- a Jersey milk cow (and land, still)
Something scary - when Samuel almost drowned!
Something that made me happy - my sweet, wonderful babies (all 3)
Something unexpected - Caleb's unending appetite when it came to reading
Something I finished - unpacking all the boxes from our kitchen renovation (from last summer)
Something I tried - cloth diapers and I think we're ready to commit
Something I made - canned goodies, like pickled peppers, peach jam, pasta sauce...

Goodnight, Jim Bob. Goodnight, Mary Ellen.

Goodnight, summer.

Dave Ramsey $999 Starter Fund Giveaway

2009-09-16T11:29:00.006-04:00

Did you know that Dave Ramsey is giving away a Starter Emergency Fund?

Me neither.

Since 9/9/09, Dave Ramsey has been giving away $999 in a daily drawing. Go here to enter the contest. The giveaway, which you can enter daily, will last through Sept. 18th. You can at least have three shots if you go now!

The next coolest thing to actually winning would be for someone I know to win! *grin*

Meet Lenny

2009-09-15T20:48:00.008-04:00

Lenny, meet world. World, meet Lenny.

Not your average butterfly.

We returned from a jaunt in the park this morning to find that this little beauty had kicked his chrysalis crib to the curb. It was patiently waiting for us in a jar on our kitchen table.

A friend blessed us with a Monarch caterpillar and we've had fun turning the experience into an unplanned unit study on butterflies. Hands on learning at its best! *grin*

Anyway, in the short hours that we've known him, Lenny has quickly endeared himself to our family.

Although I use the term "himself" loosely - we are having a difficult time determining "his" actual gender despite the research we have done.

Gender or not, Caleb quickly named it Lenny. Of all the names in the world and in our imagination, we pick Lenny. *No offense to any and all persons named Lenny. The name just doesn't speak, um, butterfly to me.*

This has got a child's book with the theme of redemption written all over it. Kind of an ugly duckling on steroids type of story. Lenny the Butterfly.

Just remember, you heard about it here first.

Caleb has grown extremely attached to it. And honestly, I think the little guy has become attached to him.

But then again, maybe I've just watched too many Disney movies.

The man cub has been talking about visiting Mexico and maybe running into Lenny. You can only imagine our discussion about butterfly life spans. But, he was intrigued by the thought that maybe next year we'd find one of Lenny's great-great grandchildren in our yard. I hope he always has such a tender heart.

And as a mom, I can't help but wish we had some wild tale about a butterfly who wouldn't migrate so we had to set up a special home for it. I know it's not God's way in nature, but it sure would make one little boy I know so very happy.

It would make a nice book, too.

P.S. Sorry about the quality of pictures. I'm still having issues with my computer and used these from my cell phone.

Imagination Station

2009-09-03T21:47:00.003-04:00

Imagination. The stuff that makes childhood. There's been lots of it this summer. Which makes me happy. Except when outfits are being changed three times a day. Then I remind myself that it's time to teach Caleb how to do his own wash.

The boys reenacting the story of The Good Samaritan.

It's nothing to find Caleb in some variation of this "getup" as he pretends he's in the Civil War. Currently his favorite time period. Although, I don't think they had crocs back then.

He loves to get the little ones involved. Yes, even Abigail. Here I believe she was their field nurse during a reenactment of some battle.

Speaking of laundry, we even have issues with the clean stuff. The boys piled on layers of clothing to be big sumo wrestlers. Watching them walk was probably the funniest thing.

Ah, librarian Caleb. With the pen in his pocket.

Obviously tying a necktie is also on the list of things to learn.

One of my personal favorites, the big brothers. Because they had "big muscles". Otherwise known as more clean laundry.

Clearly I need to find another spot for clothes waiting to be folded other than the couch. Or maybe not. It's seems to be so inspiring.

I love this boy's creativity and imagination. Such special gifts from God.

No Time Like The Present

2009-09-02T13:23:00.001-04:00

Dabbing my toes back in the bloggy water. Seeing what it feels like. Wondering if I have the motivation or desire to continue. Well, more motivation than desire. Or maybe it's something else.

I've had a quadrillion (as opposed to my usual gazillion) blog posts throughout the summer that have never quite made it on here. Some started and sitting in draft mode just waiting for a chance. Poor things, sitting the bench will never be trendy. In fact, this post was started about three weeks ago. Timeliness has always been one of my best qualities. *insert huge guffaw*

I could attribute the lack of blogging to many things. Some good. Some not so good. Some just downright insane. All truthful.

Instead, I've decided that I just want to categorize it as my life being very full. Which is not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all. And it makes me feel good. Like I made good choices.

Or maybe that's just leftover from being exposed to the D.A.R.E. program in elementary school. I will always carry certain things with me. D.A.R.E. and "Give a hoot, don't pollute" are two of them.

Seriously, my mom heard me quote that slogan in my sleep when I was little.

Anyway, I've managed to keep myself from getting too sucked up in the vortexes of cyberspace this summer. The vortexes that devour two hours of time like me when I'm left alone with rice crispy treats. Or peanut butter ice cream. Or...you get the point, in nothing flat.

So I'm proud to say that I've actually gotten quite a bit accomplished. Of course, not even an eighth of it would have happened if it weren't for Richie and the fact that he was home more this summer than in the past to lend a helping hand. Or two. What a guy! He was quite the taskmaster, I mean motivator. *wink*

But, I'm hoping to get back to blogging at least twice a week. I enjoy it and I really would like to have something fun for the kids to look at when they get older. It will still be unpredictable in content and purpose, because, well...if it weren't, then it wouldn't be me. *grin*

He Left On A Jet Plane

2009-07-30T14:54:00.005-04:00

But I do know when he'll be back again.

Caleb left early yesterday morning with a group from our church for camp a whole lotta states away. And by early, I mean before the sun is up early. 4:30 am early. *yawn*

I was up from 1:30 am to about 3 am with butterflies and excitement mixed with a little nervousness about forgetting something, etc. I really felt like God told us to send Caleb, so I've been at peace with the decision, I just had the normal travel thing going on. I'd hate for my boy to get there and be without something important. Like clean underwear. Or his swimsuit. Or a pencil.

When I fell back asleep, I dreamt that we had missed the flight and no one had called to find out where we were. I began to try to figure out how to get Caleb to the airport in one hour (the airport they flew out of is two hours away). Then I noticed all the clocks in my house were totally different times.

That's when it turned into a nightmare because I realized someone had been in our house and deliberately changed all our clocks while we were sleeping just so we would know they had been there. I woke myself up as I was trying to decide how we could safely keep a loaded gun in our bedroom. But I digress, this is not about the inner workings of my mind.

I heard that sigh of relief...

Anyway, the man cub is whooping it up at this awesome camp very far from home and I am so excited for him. They've got horseback riding, water slides, a lake, arcades, go-karts, a carousel, and so much more! Not your everyday summer church camp.

He'll be back in a few days for a brief pit stop before he heads to Cub Scout camp. Brief as in less than 24 hours. Turning our home into a bed and breakfast. Oh well, I look forward to seeing his smile, hearing his stories, hugging his skinny body, and sniffing him as all good mothers do.

One of My Favorite Kitchen Gadgets

2009-07-29T12:27:00.006-04:00

With all the onions we've been cutting up from our garden to dehydrate, I've fallen more and more in love with my stainless steel "soap" bar. The bar helps remove any bad odors on your hands from the kitchen. You wash your hands using cold water, soap, and the bar and voila - any lingering odors will be quickly removed.

Onions. Garlic. You name it. I am amazed almost every time I use it. It's almost a game for me to check my hands and see if any smell remains. I know, I know. I have serious entertainment issues...

I originally bought mine about 7 years ago through a fundraiser so I don't know the exact type I have, but this one is pretty similar. I think I purchased mine for around $5-7. It's gone from accessory to neccesity for me.

Just wanted to share something that Works For Me!

Them Bones, Them Bones, Them Broken Bones

2009-07-23T15:07:00.013-04:00

On Sunday night we had a family first...and hopefully last. Our first broken bone. Our first trip to the emergency room for any of our children.

My sweet, sunshiney Samuel broke his arm. He was climbing up the slide of our swingset (something he has done at least a gazillion times), lost his balance, and fell about five feet to the ground. Richie and I were in the front yard (the swingset is on one side of the house), so we didn't see it happen.

And after hearing Caleb's description of the fall - which he also generously reenacted despite my discouragement - I am thankful I was not a witness to the actual event. Saying this boy keeps me on my toes (and knees!) may just be understatement of the year.

We prayed for Samuel and put some ice on his lower arm and wrist. There was very little swelling, no bruising, he could move his wrist and all his fingers with no ill effects, and he was crying off and on, but certainly not what I would have expected with a fracture. The people in the emergency room even looked a bit skeptical a few times. It's amazing to me and I know God was all over it.

After three hours at the hospital they wrapped it in an ace bandage, put a splint over it, and sent us on our way. And Monday morning he was climbing up the slide again! Unbelievable. Perhaps the real testimony is that I haven't gone into cardiac arrest. *grins*

Tuesday we went and had a hard cast put on, which I had never seen done before. The cast extends from his mid-upper arm to his hand. He will have it on for 3 weeks and then he will have it replaced with a shorter cast. I have a picture of him, but my computer is acting up again, so I'll have to try it later.

Overall, he is doing well. He's ready to get the cast off, but then again, so am I!

Face Value?

2009-07-08T16:09:00.004-04:00

In the last several months, God has been peeling layers back in my life at an intense rate. I'm left feeling like an onion...exposed. Vulnerable. It's all good. Painful, but good because it's all about conforming to Him. Some of it, I haven't been able or even ready to share, but I've had one specific revelation about myself that's pretty in my face.

Most of my adult life, I have been pretty uncomfortable without wearing makeup. Especially when others around me have it on. I know that's insecure, etc., but the truth isn't very pretty. I'm not even sure when this thing got such a grip on me.

For the record: I am not saying make up is bad. But the reality for me is that I typically only feel good about my face when I am wearing some. And that's bad. For a number of reasons of which only one I'm going to get into.

What I've come to realize in the past two weeks is the impact that this issue of mine has or could have on my children. Enter the revelation. As the primary example of a wife and mother to my children, what exactly am I saying through this?

All I can say is...ouch. We were each wonderfully and fearfully created by Almighty God. Handcrafted by Him. I want my children to know that truth, to rest in that truth. And I have not been exhibiting this truth very well.

I want my boys to look so much deeper than beauty when contemplating marriage. And Abigail, my sweet Abigail. That she would be confident in God and who she is in Him and that she doesn't need anything else to make her beautiful. That my kids would know that the true beauty is His redeeming power and love in themselves.

Maybe this is a case of having head knowledge, but not having the full heart knowledge. I don't know, but here's to reestablishing my "image" in Him.

Spittin' Image

2009-07-02T14:33:00.004-04:00

Literally. A spittin' image.

A few nights ago, Caleb asked Richie how far he could spit. Richie proceeded to show him. A little too close to me and where I walk barefoot.

In awe, Caleb then questioned the mechanics of throwing one's saliva for long distances . I encouraged them to take their lessons further away in the backyard.

We believe in introducing the fine arts in early education.

Going South

2009-06-26T21:16:00.003-04:00

No, we're not going on vacation, but south is certainly where I'm headed. Or at least certain parts of my body in this heat.

In fact, as I sit here and melt, I'm pretty sure my nose has taken up residence by my belly button. And between aging and nursing three children, it's a place already at capacity, if you know what I mean. There's no more room at the inn.

We've been trying not to install the air conditioners in our bedrooms until July 1st to save a little money. But you know what, it's hot in my house. Cook an egg on the sidewalk hot. Bake some cookies on your dashboard hot. And my babies are cranky. Shoot, I'm cranky.

There's a place for idealistic notions and I'm thinking it is far, far away from sweaty, miserable little ones. Their bedrooms are the hottest places in the house, outside of the kitchen. I didn't even cook in the kitchen today and it felt like a suana. I'm thinking this does not bode well for my canning days ahead.

We live in an old house (circa 1834) and I'm trying to figure out how in the world they survived. Agood majority of the time it is cooler outside than inside. From what I understand our second floor is part of the original house, but they had to have done something to keep cool in the summer to sleep. It's a mystery to me. Much like why I ever thought it would be a good idea to eat cheese from a can, but that's another story.

But maybe I shouldn't be surprised at the stifling heat since I can see my breath in the winter in certain rooms. There is something to be said for temperature control. Trust me. I have a few words for all the people out there who talk about acclimating ourselves to the weather and how we'll adjust to it...you're on crack. And your mama wears combat boots. So there.

Do you see what's happening to me here? Someone better start praying.

Now.

Anyway, time will tell if we can make it to our self-induced misery of a goal. And by make it I mean without having to be sucked up off the floor with a wet vac. Cause after leaving Abigail's room and being able to wring my shirt out from the sweat, I'm ready to fold like a deck of cards.

So if you'll excuse me, I need to scoop up that nose of mine. The lint is not happy about being displaced at all...

P.S. Thanks for listening...okay, if you have to be technical, thanks for reading. *smile*

Easy Eclair Dessert

2009-06-24T20:48:00.006-04:00

Richie had one request for Father's Day - Easy Eclair Dessert. So what's a girl to do but honor the father of her children and satisfy his tummy and tastebuds.

I got this recipe from a friend several years ago and it is a big favorite in our house. It's very simple and oh-so-yummy! It makes a good sized batch, so it's great for potlucks. It also needs to set, so plan ahead. It won't win any awards for healthiest treat, but it will garner many smiles from your family.

Easy Eclair Dessert

Ingredients:

2 small boxes Instant Vanilla Pudding (French Vanilla also works)
1 large tub Cool Whip
3 cups of milk
1 box of graham crackers
1 can chocolate frosting

Directions:

Mix the instant pudding and milk together in a large mixing bowl.

Fold in the Cool Whip with the pudding mixture.

Line the bottom of a 9 x 13 pan with whole graham crackers.

Alternate layers of graham crackers and the pudding mixture until you have two of each.

Ice a final layer of graham crackers with the chocolate frosting for the top. (Icing the graham crackers individually before laying them on the pudding mixture works well for me. Then I just fill in any spaces with icing.)

Let set overnight.

I have put it in the freezer to help it set more quickly, but it really tastes best if it has been allowed to set for awhile in the fridge.

So go ahead, give it a try. You'll be glad you did!

Rated What?

2009-06-23T14:58:00.007-04:00

Our family really enjoys having movie nights together. Unfortunately, I am constantly being surprised by the content in many movies targeting children. And truthfully, I'm shocked at what's considered acceptable in movies targeted at adults as well.

A few years ago, I got fed up with being unpleasantly surprised and started searching for a way to eliminate these moments in our family. So...I thought I'd share a few online movie review sites that work for me.

My favorite online movie review site is Kids In Mind. While not a Christian website, they have the most detailed reviews that I have found. I love this site and feel like I can make informed decisions about what our eyes and ears are consuming. Here's what they have to say about their site:

We enable adults to determine whether a movie is appropriate for them or their children, according to their own criteria. Unlike the MPAA we do not assign an inscrutable rating based on age, but 3 objective ratings for SEX/NUDITY, VIOLENCE/GORE & PROFANITY on a scale of 0 to 10. We also explain in detail why a film rates high or low in a specific category, and we include instances of SUBSTANCE USE, a list of DISCUSSION TOPICS that may elicit questions from kids and MESSAGES the film conveys.

I also use it to make decisions regarding movies for myself. They have recently had some cyber problems (hackers, etc.), so they have a couple messages on their site - including one about membership, but I have been able to continue to access their reviews for free.

Another site I frequent is Plugged In Online, a website of Focus on the Family. While I don't find it as detailed as Kids-in-Mind, it occasionally has additional information that helps me make a decision about movie selections. One neat thing is that they don't just stop at movie reviews, they also cover music, video games, television, etc.

I recently discovered that the Dove Foundation does online movie reviews. While I haven't used their site very much, I checked out a few of their reviews and I really like the way that they have done them. Probably more so than Plugged In Online from what I can tell. I will definitely be using them in the future.

Making wise decisions about the movies we watch definitely works for me! You can check out more Works for me Wednesdays here. Happy viewing!

Blast From The Past - Part I

2009-06-22T20:55:00.009-04:00

I've recently had the experience of being reaquainted with a few bits of my past. The most enjoyable of which was dressing Abigail in an outfit from my girlhood.

Girlhood? That word makes me feel old.

Anyway, as a surprise for my mom who was visiting for Abigail's birthday, I dressed her in the outfit.

It was so much fun and I am so thankful that my mom saved some of my dresses so that I can have fun like this!

My Baby Girl Is One

2009-06-20T20:22:00.001-04:00

Can you believe it? This precious baby girl turned one a little over a week ago! Time is most certainly not on my side.

She started walking about a month ago and is also quite the climber. As she has become more mobile, it has been a lot of fun to watch her interaction develop more with the boys. I'm not sure there's anything better as a parent than watching your children build friendships and develop loving relationships with one another. Makes this mama's heart melt.

This is one of her favorite faces to make while breathing in and out quickly through her nose. She mainly makes it just to get a reaction. I have made trips to the grocery store where the majority of the time this is what she's doing...and her audience is more than willing to respond.

She continues to be such a delight to us all! Playing peek-a-boo is one of her favorite games. She likes to look at books, watch out the windows, play with her brothers, and snuggle with mommy and daddy. She has also started offering kisses on her own!

Abigail Ruth, you are a treasure from God. Your happiness and sweet nature are contagious. I am so thankful that God placed you in our family. I pray that you always know the love we have for you and the overwhelming love that your Heavenly Father has for you. You will always be my special girl. I love you, sweetheart!

We're Expecting

2009-06-04T08:27:00.005-04:00

We are eagerly anticipating the arrival of...

not one...

not two...

but a multitude of these little beasties.

Some friends blessed us with a praying mantis ootheca to hatch and release into our garden. An ootheca is the protective coating in which a female praying mantis covers her egg mass.

So I don't leave you thinking I am a certified brainiac, I confess up until this point I had been calling it a chrysallis.

So we're excitedly checking the egg case at least twice a day to see if the little predators have hatched so we can quickly release them. Cause if we don't, they will start eating each other.

The violence. The horror. And here I thought we were running a G rated house.

I've already admitted that I've turned into a bit of a weenie, so you might be able to imagine that I'm kind of not looking forward to having a 100+ pairs of beady, little eyes watching me in the backyard.

Of course, weenie might not be the word I would use to describe myself if I think about the fact that I'm releasing these ambush predators into my garden to be used as pest control. Jo Ann, paradox be thy name.

Beady eyes or not, somehow this homeschooling mama will persevere and probably hold one or two to boot. All in the name of education. And my garden.

Sweet Smell of Summer

2009-06-03T10:26:00.009-04:00

I picked up milk from the farm today and enjoyed the pleasant surprise of running into an old friend. Summer.

She isn't supposed to have officially arrived yet, but I've been enjoying glimpses of her around the last couple of weeks.

As I stepped out of my car to collect my goods this afternoon, her presence was undeniable. Clothed in the fragrance of honeysuckle. The smell invaded all else. It demanded complete attention. Would not share the moment with anything else.

And that's when summer kissed me on my cheek, delivering another sweet message from my Father above.

O Lord, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth,

Who have set Your glory above the heavens! Psalm 8:1

How Do You Store Your Digital Pictures?

2009-06-01T12:35:00.005-04:00

I need help. Okay, okay, we established that a while ago...that's a different story.

I'm trying to decide what to do with all my digital pictures and videos now that I've got my camera and computer talking and I'm having a hard time choosing what to do with them. Flickr? PhotoBucket? Snapfish? Good, old fashioned cd's?

Help! I'm overwhelmed, frustrated, and am the proud owner of a computer ready to go on strike at any inconvenient moment.

Would you help a girl out and share what you use? Would you mind sharing the pros and cons you've found if you have a minute?

I'll be forever grateful.

In fact, I pledge to never take a picture of the gifts of affection my cat keeps leaving for me to find (preferably not under my foot or in a child's hand). Nope, no dead animal halves. Or entrails. I promise.

Happy Unblogiversary To Me

2009-05-29T21:52:00.005-04:00

I'm feeling lame. So lame that a cricket with a broken leg could beat me in a jumping contest. Yeah, I don't know, I just made that one up.

Forgive me. Even the jokes are lame. How much more convincing do you need?

I had totally meant to make sure I posted on my one year blogiversary. Um, that was six days ago.

I'm so efficient and thorough I astound myself. Really, I can hardly stand it.

Lame-o. That's my name don't wear it out.

But then again, who decided that it should be a huge deal that I've been polluting the blogosphere with my cranial throw-up for a whole year through 180 posts?

So, maybe it really comes down to some unconscious rebellion against the system. Yeah that's it. I'm anti-establishment and it's in my blood to go against the grain. That's why I didn't post on the 23rd.

But, then I'd be lying about it, so I just have to confess my lameness. Because that's what I do. Confess my transgressions to you in pursuit of a transparent life.

So if you're still reading this, then you've been able to wade through the sarcasm and shield your heart from the shock of it all. You deserve something. And since this post is about being lame, there's no giveaway. Cause that would be unlame.

How about more bloggy confessions...

Would it help to admit that I sometimes get excited when I receive a comment? Human contact, what a nice thing...
Or how I struggle with not trying to qualify everything I say because I don't want to be misunderstood? It could also just be that nasty religious spirit hanging on when it comes to spiritual matters.
That dropping off the face of the blogosphere in this season has been a little difficult because I enjoy it, but it's been one of the best things for me?
For some weird reason I get kind of embarrassed when someone tells me they read my blog?
That I just had to look up whether there was one "r" or two in the word embarrassed?
And while we're at it, I should inform you that I never use the word "lame". Unless maybe I see an animal that's, well, lame. I shall now retire it from my vocabulary.
Now I'm wondering if it's even okay to use that word. Somebody help me, do you see what I go through? Go reread the second bullet, I'm wrapping this up before it gets any uglier.

So, here's to one year of blogging. If nothing else, my spelling is better for it.

Thanks for hanging out with me! I'm hoping to be regularly posting again soon!!

My Kids Just Have A Way

2009-05-05T12:22:00.006-04:00

Of making me fall in love with them more and more every day. They are such neat and special people.

Um, for clarification purposes, that would not be "neat" as in tidy or organized...

This tender hearted young man is so fantastic with his younger siblings. He's got a unique personality and interests and is one of the coolest kids I know. I looked at his hands the other day and it was as if they spoke to me and let me know that he would soon be leaving childhood behind.

Ah time, why won't you leave me alone and come back in about 5 years and we can pick up where we left off?

Samuel continues to be full of life and enthusiasm. He melts my heart when he winks at me. On the mini-trampoline, eating lunch, or into mischief, it is precious. When I'm cooking, he has this adorable habit of asking me, "What are you cookin' hon?" He heard Richie ask me that once and now asks it all the time. I love it!

And little Abby-girl, which happens to be the only nickname we have for her. Other than sweetheart, darlin', etc. I dare you to spend one hour with this sweet girl and not fall in love with her. Impossible. It is against the very laws of nature. What a blessing!

My precious, little people. I love you all more than words can say!

But For The Grace Of God

2009-05-01T13:38:00.000-04:00

Seriously.

Were it not for the grace of God in my life, I would be a complete mess today.

I can never forget that. The beauty He turned from ashes.

And on top of that, I was blessed to be educated, sheltered, and have my family to care for me.

Things I don't take lightly when there are so many out there who cannot say the same.

Lord, help me to remember those who don't have You. Help me to remember that there is something bigger than just me. Help me to be a conduit of Your love. Delivering hope to the desperate. Bringing joy in the midst of pain. And help me, Father, to remember my brothers and sisters who do not have the freedom and the rights that I do. The ones who sacrifice all that they have for You. Your servants and messengers of Light.

Spring, Glorious Spring!

2009-04-30T22:22:00.007-04:00

I know I've mentioned before how much I enjoy living where I can enjoy each of the four seasons, but it truly is something that makes me happy. Don't get me wrong, each one has its unique downsides, but I just think it is so awesome to see the various changes and God's handiwork in each one. And spring...oh, spring!

Peach blossoms

Glorious, wonderful spring! The color. The life. The beauty. The atmosphere just seems to be filled with expectation. I wonder if it will be spring all the time in Heaven. Just 50 times better I suppose. *smile*

I love the blooms on this bush even though I have no clue what it is.

Spring makes me a bit giddy. The fresh air blowing through my windows. The warm sun kissing my face. I just can't help but be happy. I even skipped in the yard the other day. By myself. I felt a little foolish, but I just couldn't contain it anymore! Spring unlocks something in me.

Some of my daffodils standing proud.

I love laying in the vibrant, green grass barefoot. Looking up at the clear, blue sky. Watching the animals busy at work. I feel at rest. At peace. Connected to God.

Red Bud

And my yard becomes a wondrous place to me. I almost feel like each set of flowers has its own personality and greets me in its own way. It is God's special gift to me. His hope and promises seem so magnified when I look around.

I adore my carpet of violets under our fruit trees.

And I feel spoiled by it all. That God would see fit to put on such a show for me. In my very own backyard. I almost feel like it's part of His love letter to me. A sweet secret that we share.

I can't help but think of hula skirts when I look at this picture.

And no matter what life is dishing out, I can't help but feel that all is well when I look around and see His hand in it. I am saddened for the people who are blind to it. Who don't know our Maker and can't share in the miracle of it all.

A beautiful sight!

Standing in a shower of petals raining from apple trees. Enjoying fresh bouquets of flowers hand picked by my boys. Sharing in the joy of it with others. Seeing, touching, smelling, listening, and living in God's magnificent creation. What a pleasure, what a gift!

One of the many finer things in life! You can see The Finer Things others have been enjoying here.

Bow-tiful Baby

2009-04-30T16:15:00.005-04:00

Hello. My name is Jo Ann and I am a bow mommy.

I cannot get enough of these things.

Of course, I can't get enough of this little girl either.

Bows and Abigail, they belong together.

Just like the joy that she always wears.

Somebody help me, I'm in deep.

Shhhh...Don't Tell My Hips

2009-04-27T13:05:00.004-04:00

I have a little confession.

I cooked some bacon the other night to add to a dish and then...I licked my fingers.

And I enjoyed every minute of it.

But I won't confess how I made cookies last week and ate half of them by myself...in three days. Nope, I won't tell you. Never.

A Torrent of Thoughts

2009-04-13T20:13:00.006-04:00

It's been so long since I've stopped here, that I don't even know where exactly to start again. I'm brewing. Or rather I have much brewing within me. We'll see where it leads this next week and if I have it in me to put any of it into words, but for now, let's put our hair down and get a little random shall we. Don't be bashful, I know you've missed my wild side. * grin*

I am fully resolved to do the "Easter season" big next year. And I mean big. It seems to me that Easter should be bigger than Christmas. I know that we wouldn't have Easter without Jesus' birth, but the balance (or lack thereof) in celebration just doesn't seem right. So next year I have grand plans, I can't wait to share.
For those sports minded individuals, Richie's team is 10-0 right now. They have to work hard for their wins, but the boys are getting it done. He thinks he has some of the best attitudes that he's ever had, which is a huge blessing!
Do you ever stop when you're in a large group of people (church, grocery store, etc.) and look at people? I mean really look at them. God really is a most wonderful Creator. I love to see His handiwork. I always feel so honored to be in a group of believers and see His tapestry of love. On the flip side, I have to be prepared to see and feel the sadness over the lost, the wounded. I look for the days when He tells me to reach out then and there in a major way, not just a smile or small token of encouragement. But to see the lame walk and the blind see, right in the middle of...anywhere. How glorious it is to see His redeeming work!
I...I...I have love handles. There I said it. I came to accept this fact last week. I handled it with more grace and strength than I thought I possessed. For that I am thankful. *smile*
I have really withdrawn myself from cyberland. Some of it voluntary, some of it not. Gone days without checking e-mail. It's felt good. If you haven't heard from me, I'm sorry and I'm back. I think.
Sometimes I wonder if my sense of humor is too dry. I love me some laughs, but sometimes I forget to make sure people around me know that I was joking. Just in case you didn't know, I have a habit of not taking myself too seriously.
Do you think making friends is harder as a kid or an adult?
The other day someone cut me off in a parking lot and I made a mad face at them. I was sincerely embarrassed at that moment that I was a representative of Christ.
I have a hard time believing anyone chooses to read my ramblings and nonsense, but your sweet thoughts and words encourage me. I am thankful you're in my life.

Where I Done Been

2009-03-24T17:26:00.007-04:00

Or maybe I should just ask, where haven't I been? It feels like I have been going non-stop these past weeks. For someone who has started becoming somewhat of a homebody, not a good feeling.

Or maybe it's not that I'm really becoming a homebody, maybe it's just easier to keep my three young'uns at home. Contained. *wink*

Abigail turned 9 months and is doing so well. She's fighting a cold right now, but continues to be a doll. She has truly spoiled me. I love this little daughter of mine so much. She has such a great personality.

Samuel has been sick the past few days. These past few, very long days. The little guy has been miserable. I've felt so bad for him. Now we're treating a double ear infection from the junk he had. We've also been having some speech evaluations done. He has cooperated really well and everyone just loves him. He is such a sweet little man.

Caleb has been doing really well with his schoolwork and I keep seeing glimpses of maturity that make me so proud. We're working on an allowance system right now and I think I've just about got it ready. Just a few charts to make. Not sure how it came up, but he wants to design a wheelchair swing that we could put down at the park where we live. Touching this mama's heart, I tell ya! *grin*

Richie...wait, Richie who? Ha, ha, ho, ho, hee, hee, ha, hee, ho. Ah, if I didn't laugh about it, I'm not sure what I'd do. Baseball season is in full swing and my man is MIA. The kids are doing pretty well adjusting this year (so far), I think I'm the one with the biggest problem. I'm tired and lonely. Ha, hee, hee, ha, ho, ho...

And as for me, I've been reacquainting myself with the costly world of dentistry. I've got to get some work done and my pockets are becoming as jittery as I am about getting it completed. I mean, don't get me wrong, there would be a cost for me to stick my hands in a bunch of people's mouths all day long, but ouch!

And as it turns out, when God tells you that it will be a year of beginnings, there are also endings. I know, what are the odds. *wry grin* It's kind of like when you are moving physical locations and you start cleaning out your old place...did you know that was behind the fridge?!

Richie and I went canoeing with a group several years ago. They ended up running out of canoes, so we volunteered to go in the inner tubes they offered. I moved at a snail's pace compared to those canoes, but Richie, poor guy was a sloth. They tied an extra inner tube to his in case one of ours popped and I remember watching him get further and further behind. The Lord used that to minister to me about the baggage and junk we carry in our lives and how it effects our pursuit of the Lord.

I was unprepared for the circumstances in which (more of) my junk is being revealed, but it is my heart's cry to come before God with a pure heart. With that in mind, I say, "Okay, Lord. It may not be pretty, it may not feel good, but if it makes me look more like you, then let's do this thang." I hold tightly onto His promise of beginnings and His hand. Even when I want to scream about things being unfair and too painful. When I want to just be mad. When I want to throw the world's biggest pity party. Even when, I just want to give up.

His promises and His hand are still there. 'Cause He's faithful like that.

Man, I love God.

And that, my friends, is a taste of where I done been lately.

Boys Will Be Boys

2009-03-12T16:58:00.006-04:00

I don't like using phrases like this too often. Many times it's just a lousy excuse to dismiss misappropriate behavior. But there are other times, when I don't know how else to explain things.

Take our old cell phones for example. We had to recently replace them and the boys asked if they could have them.

Caleb thought he was hot stuff with his. He keeps playing ring tones, but his favorite is taking pictures with it.

Samuel loves talking on the phone and has since he was about 9 months old. So, he was super excited too.

I was having so much fun watching them and their antics.

And then this happened. Which made me roll my eyes. Okay, and laugh. A little bit.

Caleb was recording burps into the phone.

Nice.

And honestly, I was the type of child that would have probably done the same, but I'm not going to admit that. I'm just going to shake my head as a refined mother and say, "Boys will be boys."

Dear Pooch

2009-03-09T21:25:00.006-04:00

Dear Pooch,

I regret to inform you that you are no longer needed. I appreciate the warm and soft environment you provided for my precious babies. The times I fell when I was pregnant with Samuel, you went above and beyond duty in protecting him. I will always be grateful for that.

I'm just going to have to let you go. I've tried to get my point across as I've subtly stared at you, complained at you, and poked you. Unfortunately, you are too much like my first wrinkle and you haven't gotten the hint.

Due to the nature of our relationship and the quality of your work in the past, I wanted to give you advance notice that I will be implementing new measures to replace you. It turns out that once you no longer house a baby, well, your cuteness factor declines. Majorily.

I hope you don't take this personally. It's not you. Life is just unfair. And people change. So, I'm left with no other option. I hope you understand.

Thanks for all the good times.

Sincerely,
Me

Welcome To My Home...

2009-03-09T21:08:00.005-04:00

Where all woodland creatures are accepted. Even a little yella fella.

We believe in equal opportunity for all home invaders. Well, those who have no legs or more than two legs. I'm all about boundaries, you know.

Please excuse me while I go gag.

Ten Reasons I Don't Facebook

2009-03-07T20:43:00.009-05:00

I have a few friends who, in good fun, like to give me hard time about not being on Facebook. I have to admit that it is slightly tempting, but overall my reaction is a resounding no. Please don't misunderstand, I'm not saying no one should be on Facebook. This is a personal choice, based on some specific principles for me. So, in an effort to explain why you won't find me there and to remind myself of why I don't have 500 friends *grin*, here are a few of my thoughts...

1. I would want to check it all the time. I'm not going to sit here and try to tell you that I'm just too busy, but it is my heart's desire for my focus to be on my family and I know I would be pulled in by it. I'm working hard on self discipline and I don't need another challenge.

2. Relationships. I think our culture has lost so much as each new social networking technology is launched. I think we are on dangerous ground as a society in regards to our ability to interact with one another and how we define friendship and love. Call me old fashioned, but I don't think my first community is online.

3. I have rejection issues. When I maxed out at 10 friends, I would be devastated...

4. I had someone come up to me recently at a funeral, of all places, and told me that she had no idea we had a third child in our family. She thinks she saw a picture of Abigail and I on Facebook. Um, seriously. That's just plain scary.

5. There probably are some people that I really just don't want to hear from or be "friends" with. And I would not have it in me to say no. I realize how I sound, but what can I say, it's the truth. I've never been real good with fakeness.

6. I do not need to know that Sally in Wallakazoo updated that her son picked his nose and now she's taking her daughter to ballet. Oh and by the way, after that, she's going to have her eyebrows waxed.

7. I have had people tell me that if I want to keep up with them and communicate, then I would have to get on Facebook. What?! This does nothing to assuade the inner rebel lurking within me. Also, see number 2 above.

8. Back to the inner rebel I just mentioned, I've got this thing with technology. It can be a very, very good thing. But I think it has contributed to our society's plague of instant gratification and it will only get worse. Job performance, marriages...we're losing the art of living and the satisfaction that comes with it.

9. My sister, Jaclyn, and Richie would kill me. Richie doesn't get the enticement of it. He's around high schoolers all day who eat, sleep, and breathe this stuff, so to him it's silly. (Richie, if I've misrepresented this, feel free to comment or just tell me I'm a goon and I'll update this.) Jaclyn, on the other hand, made me go through a series of rituals, including giving her my 34th child if I caved in, committing to never joining Facebook. *chesire grin*

10. I'm a slacker. I don't want to have to learn a bunch of new lingo and stuff. I'm just beginning to feel like I'm getting the hang of this blogging thing. Bumper stickers belong on cars, not my profile. And since when did it become acceptable to write on walls? *grin*

There are times when I feel like I'm missing out, but for the most part not. Unless God specifically tells me to join, and I mean burning bush specific, I won't be there. And if He does, let's hope I never have a 34th child...

Wake Me When It's Over

2009-03-06T16:21:00.006-05:00

We are officially into baseball season. While Richie is gearing up and excited to begin playing, the rest of us are adjusting to not having him around. And I gain my annual role of the baseball widow. A role I do not covet. Hence, the slowing down of blog posts. And the glazed over look in my eyes. Here's little peek into what it's like.

He's gone throughout much of the year, but spring is basically when our home becomes his hotel. On practice nights he checks in about 7:30-8:00 pm and on game nights it fluctuates but on average around midnight. He checks out before most of the house is moving in the mornings. There are many weeks that the kids do not see him except on the weekends. (His Saturdays are usually free after March.)

Can I admit that I am already exhausted? And with three months to go, that is not a good sign. Soon I will begin my yearly correspondence with him through e-mail. Seeking his opinion on various matters, ranging from insignificant to serious. Keeping life moving while his focus is on building a winning team.

I always think of military families during this time. What my family goes through is nothing compared to what they endure. So, if any military wife ever reads this, thank you. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for helping protect my family. I do not take your hardships lightly. And the same could be said for those families spreading the Gospel. Thank you.

In the meantime, I fight my bad attitude, chasing away thoughts of a life not dictated by sports, and trying not to whine (not scoring real well, am I?). Trying to drum up support for my husband in my heart while dreaming about a nap... A nap and an hour of quiet. An hour...or two...or five. *grin* How about you just wake me when it's over, would you?

Just In Case You've Been Wondering

2009-03-03T09:16:00.005-05:00

What Samuel has been up to lately. He's been busy leaving his mark on this world.

Okay, just in my kitchen. Again.

But I consider it training for leaving his mark on this world for Jesus. It's all about perspective...otherwise, I might cry. *wink*

This is not the first nor the most recent incident of this nature.

Perhaps you're wondering why I took pictures. It's my coping mechanism. That and one day when he has a child who is just like him, I will have proof. And a good source of bribery. I can't forget that. *grin*

He thoroughly enjoyed this escapade. Living it up to the fullest, 'cause that's how Samuel approaches life. It's the only way he approaches life. He lives big. And knows how to make the most of it. I love that about him.

I do not love the mess. Now you know why I cannot get to my other household chores. There are many unscheduled adventures to tend to...

Oh, sweet Samuel. I love you.

Someone's Missing?

2009-02-27T07:52:00.004-05:00

Something happened yesterday that has left me a little bit puzzled.

When all three of my children were present and accounted for, I continued to search for one more child. Because there was a sense that one missing. As in a fourth. You know, a fourth child that I really do not have.

And not only did this happen once, it happened twice. Hours apart. In two different locations.

And yes, I was wide awake. Both times.

It was strange. Really strange. Leaving me shaking my head at myself and wondering if perhaps I had taken a step closer to complete madness. I did momentarily forget what side of the road to drive on the other day... Sad, but true.

It makes me pause and wonder if it's God speaking to me. I've made no secret of my desire to see Abigail have a sister - even though I do know that's not how it works. But wow, some days three kids seems like more than I can handle. I was encouraged to hear from a mother of six recently that she had felt overwhelmed at three.

Okay, I was elated to hear that. Because in my mixed up brain, those feelings make me feel like a failure as a mother. Just being real here. The days can feel lllllooooonnnnnggggg. Knowing other moms have those feelings too is just nice.

I don't really know if there are more children in our future, but this strange feeling of wondering where my fourth child is has definitely caught my attention.

No More Tears

2009-02-24T22:55:00.006-05:00

I know, sounds like a Johnson and Johnson ad. Or a sappy Hallmark movie.

Yet I speak of a silent, round enemy. One that sends me into tears almost immediately when I see it...the onion.

I recently discovered a trick that has eliminated the not so joyful task of cutting onions. I had never heard of it, but it has saved me a lot of pain. The burning, wanna rub my eyes out kind of pain.

Simply keep your onions in your refrigerator. That's it. Honest. No more tears.

I don't keep mine in the refrigerator, but I try to plan ahead and stick one in when I know I will need it in a day or two. I have also read that you can place an onion in your freezer for 5-10 minutes before cutting and you'll yield the same effect, but I personally have not tried this method.

Not crying over split onions totally works for me!

Check out more Works for me Wednesdays at We Are THAT Family...

Starbucks Winner

2009-02-24T12:41:00.003-05:00

Congratulations...

DAVENE!

You won the $5 Starbucks gift card! I will e-mail you to arrange the delivery of your prize. Davene writes at Life on Sylvan Drive and if you have never visited, you are in for a real treat! She has a beautifully written blog and a beautiful family.

Always Check Your Pockets

2009-02-19T22:49:00.006-05:00

Before washing...

and drying.

We've been having some problems with Samuel getting into the washer and dryer. I think we've finally gone a full week without him getting in one, so hopefully he's learned. Thankfully, he never shut the doors, because then I would have probably lost it and entered into my own version of a spin cycle. This child keeps me on my toes. I just keep wondering why I don't lose any weight from all the chasing I do. all. day. long.

Then I'm reminded that my Heavenly Father probably has to pull me out of my very own "washing machine" several times a day too. The sin that I just keep walking back into. The one that I keep insisting of partaking. Yeah, puts a whole new perspective on it for me. May I exercise the same amount of patience and mercy with my own children that God generously measures out to me daily.

Swagbucks and a Giveaway

2009-02-18T19:33:00.006-05:00

Okay, I've talked about Swagbucks a couple of times now and the last time I mentioned my sister was having a little issue. Well, it ended up being a small misunderstanding (on her part) and the Swag guy was very helpful and speedy in helping her resolve her issue.

Before she got her problem worked out, I decided to trade in some of my swagbucks for a gift card. Just to see if I would have as smooth a transaction as my first time. And then I got the brilliant idea that I should get something that I could give to one of you. And since it's been a time of scaling back on budgets these days, it should be something fun.

I had another great transaction with Swagbucks. So...

I'm giving away a $5 gift card to Starbucks.

Since I'm all about convenience and ease in my life and I'm feeling so excited about someone smiling and enjoying some wonderful concoction, all you have to do is leave a comment. Yep, any plain, old comment. Just be sure to leave me some way to get in contact with you if you win. If not, the prize will go to someone else and it will ruin my fun. *grin*

You know what, I'm feeling reckless and wild, so if you decide to sign up for Swagbucks through my link, I'll enter you another two times. Just leave a comment letting me know so I can verify it. Then you can start searching your own way to more gift cards or other prizes! Updated: And that's the problem with going reckless and wild, you do not have a chance to think. This looks shady, so since this is my blog, I'm changing it up. Everyone gets three chances to win. Period.

So there you have it. You get three entries for leaving any random comment. (Please leave me an e-mail address if it's not in your profile. I wasn't kidding when I said it would ruin my fun if I have to pick someone else.)

I'll pick the winner on Tuesday, February 24th.

Oh, and both companies might like me to state that they have absolutely nothing to do with this giveaway or my blog. Just a feeling...

P.S. If the thought of leaving a random comment makes you nervous and your hands sweaty, please feel free to share your favorite money saving tip. I wouldn't want you to leave here uncomfortable.

Funerals As Viewed From An 8 Year Old

2009-02-17T21:49:00.003-05:00

Let me apologize in advance if this offends anyone. That's always a great way to start isn't it?

We had a dear sister in the Lord recently pass away and as we were discussing the viewing and funeral, I had a humorous conversation with Caleb that I want to remember. And I think Darlene would have gotten a chuckle from it anyway. (Since she's dancing with Jesus right now I especially don't think she'd care...)

Me: I'm going to be leaving in about 15 minutes.
Caleb: Can I come with you?
Me: No, you guys are going to stay here with Daddy while I go.
Caleb: Aw, I really want to go.
Me: Why do you want to go?
Caleb: Ugh, because I want the food. It is so good.
Me: Caleb, I'm going to the viewing, not the funeral. There won't be any food there.
Caleb: Oh. *insert pause* What's an interviewing for anyway?...

Someone better make sure I have really good food at my funeral or this boy is going to be awfully disappointed. *grin* In his defense, he has attended two funerals, one of my grandmother's and Richie's dad. Both had very good church potluck meals for us.

You Are...

2009-02-14T21:16:00.005-05:00

You are the apple of my eye,
the pumpkin in my pie.
The soft, blooming flower in spring.

You are the funnel cake at the fair,
the smell of autumn in the air.
The brilliant color in my world.

You are the snowflake on my tongue,
the silliest song ever sung.
The warm breeze on a summer day.

You are the puddle in which I jump,
the juiciest strawberry, nice and plump.
The sparkling dew on the grass.

You are the eskimo kiss on my nose,
the tickle on my toes.
The laughter dancing in the air.

You are the finer things of my world,
You add so much to my life.
I thank God for making you mine.

You are so very precious to me,
yet there is One who loves you more.
And His you will always be.

Testing The Waters

2009-02-11T21:47:00.000-05:00

The greater danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it. -Michelangelo

I was visiting a friend's blog last week, when I happened to see the above quote in a little sidebar gadget. It made me chuckle as I had just posted some new year goals I had made for myself and I wondered if I should have aimed higher. You know, perhaps shoot for 15 pounds of weight loss instead of 10? But I decided to practice making boundaries and left it at 10...

But the more I chewed on it, the more I thought about my spiritual walk. And if I'm brutally honest with myself, I know that I've been aiming low.

Coming through a season of deep pain and hurt, I found myself in a place of distrust, anger, and fear. And inadvertently, a portion of it became directed at The Kingdom.

I stopped seeking and reaching out for His supernatural power. I wanted very little to do with it. I knew that I loved God and that He loved me, but I just could not . It wasn't about my relationship with Him, it was with the supernatural. I just wasn't sure how deep I could go in the Water anymore. Keeping what I deemed to be a safe distance.

I became skittish. Much like a swimmer who is taken out into deep waters by someone trusted and then is abandoned. That's how it felt. Suddenly, I was all alone. Everything I thought I knew, I began to question. Healings I watched take place with my own eyes. Questioned. People being set free. Questioned. Prophetic words. Questioned.

I really don't know how to adequately describe it. God in it all has been so patient. So gentle. Loving and tender. Helping me come through it. At a much slower pace than I'd like to admit, but through it nonetheless. And that's the important thing.

Because I don't want to have any limitations in my life when it comes to God. I expect the extraordinary to happen. I long to be in that deep place of communion with my Father. Sitting in His lap as He shows me His glorious Kingdom. Because once you've tasted it, you're ruined. Nothing else can satisfy.

So, I find myself ready to step back into the water. A bit hesitant, a little nervous, but knowing fully well that my Daddy God has called me there. It's time to reposition myself and aim high again. And I have to admit, the anticipation and the excitement bring a smile to my face.

Sweating Profusely, Dying Slowly

2009-02-11T17:34:00.005-05:00

Oh. *gasp* My. *huff* Stars. *puff*

Exercise is so overrated.

Just kidding. Kind of.

I had the genius idea of walking to pick up our milk today. It was good exercise and the kids and I enjoyed it. What I realized about 1/2 way there was that I forgot to factor in two large hills. And when you are pushing almost 70 pounds, that is just not a thought you want to have. Tomorrow I may malfunction...

Foul Play - A Call For Action

2009-02-10T08:05:00.008-05:00

At risk of being completely ineloquent (versus only slightly), urgency pushes me to rush this post.

America needs to be concerned. Christians need to rise up and find their voice. We are being hoodwinked.

This stimulus package is outrageous. And as outrageous as it is, I do not understand why we are not coming together to fight it. The speed at which they are trying to pass this thing should be a red flag to all of us.

Find a news source you trust (if there is one) and get informed. 'Cause honey, there's a whole lot more to this so called "stimulus" package than what they want us to know. I talked a little bit about it here, but I'm fired up again. After not interceding for our country and its leaders, the worst thing we could do is passively lay aside and watch this happen. So, if you haven't contacted your representative or senators yet, consider the following on just a few topics...

One of the more disturbing items hidden within the ginormously long bill will move our country toward national health care. Okay, you thought waiting 30 minutes in a waiting room was bad, try 3 hours.

You will now also have the privilege of letting the government decide if it is cost effective for you (your parents, your children) to receive medical treatment or if you should pass on medication and treatment and learn to accept your illness and fate. Specifically for our older generation, it will be compared to their anticipated life expectancy. I have also heard that they plan to digitize all medical records into a federal database for governmental access, but I haven't found a good source to double check this one yet.

Also disturbing is the fact that it would have the Census Bureau report directly to the President. Um, hello, can we just say redistrict much? The census is used to determine congressional districts. Why would we give any president that kind of power?

The stimulus package has a lot of ridiculous allotments for renovation in it, but it also includes verbage that bans universities and colleges from using this money to renovate buildings where students engage in "religious worship." This basically would keep groups like Fellowship of Christian Athletes, Campus Crusade for Christ, etc., from being able to use the buildings that have been renovated.

And let's talk about wasteful spending for another minute (which could easily be turned into an hour), because $650 million dollars has been allocated to make the switch from analog to digital TV. Of which, $90 million is set aside to "educate vulnerable persons" about their need to purchase a converter.

If this doesn't concern you, I don't know what will. I'm adding links to make it super easy for you to just take 5 minutes and send an e-mail to ask your representative and senators to vote against this. The phone number to reach all three is 202-224-3121. It is simple, but is one way to make your voice heard. It's your responsibility. It's your right.

The Gift of Time

2009-02-08T22:58:00.005-05:00

One of the greatest gifts that we can give to those we love is that of ourselves. The gift of our time. I was reminded of that this weekend.

I planned a mini-date with Caleb this weekend. We would run a couple of errands in town and while we were out we were going to have an ice cream together. But not just any old ice cream. Cold Stone Creamery, baby. Oh. yeah.

I had a coupon for buy one get one free and thought it would be a nice time to enjoy a treat and just talk with him. We had fun and I'll treasure the memory of just being with my biggest boy. Just me and him. Something that needs to happen a lot more often.

As we were spending our afternoon and ice cream together, I realized that I'm not really engaging with him in the things that he really likes. Legos and Star Wars just really don't do anything for me. BUT, that's where my son is at. So, it's where I need to meet him. Light saber and all.

I sat down and played Lego Star Wars the video game with him last night and I hope I never ever forget this night. I wish I had a video tape of it. He was thrilled that his mom was playing with him. He loved showing me how to do everything and we had a lot of good laughs. The game was not my source of entertainment, the pure delight that my son got from having me play that game with him was. He was so appreciative.

And this morning, when he got up, he kissed me and thanked me again for playing. In making that decision to give my time to be with him and doing what he wanted, something changed in our relationship. He knows that I chose him over all the other things that I could have been doing. He knows that he is important to me.

And I know that another session of Lego Star Wars is in my near future.

It All Began With Butter

2009-02-06T21:00:00.000-05:00

That's right. Butter.

Butter and baby steps.

I used to be so overwhlemed by all the information on healthy and natural eating. Throwing up my hands and wondering how I could ever do it all. There was just no way. It would be too time consuming. Too much money. No one will like the food. Yada, yada, yada.

Then, revelation slapped it's firm hand on my face.

Do what you can and take one step at a time. Because any step forward is a step in the right direction. Earth shattering, I know - you can take a minute to catch your breath if you need to...

I've had a lot of fun reflecting on the changes that we made in the last year. Because suddenly, my baby steps have turned into a huge leap over the course of one year. I certainly have not "arrived", but there has been significant change. And when you can say that in a positive manner, it just feels good.

And it all began with butter. My first step in changing my family's eating habits was switching from using margarine to using butter. And the rest, my friends, is history. So, since I can't figure out how to post a celebratory dance for you, I'll just post my list of some steps we took to eating healthier.

Butter - As I stated before, our journey began with butter replacing margarine. And this was probably the change that the family had the biggest grumbles about...because it was more difficult to spread. I'd like to be able to get organic butter.
Cold Cereal - We cut out cold cereal. It was a big deal because we were big cereal eaters. We do keep some cheerios on hand and I'll pick up organic cereal on sale every once in a while for when we are really in a rush on hand. And I've really come to enjoy making a yummy and nourishing breakfast for the boys every morning.
Water - Water, water, and more water. We purchased a Pur brand water pitcher and we are all doing so much better about drinking water. I am so thankful to have the chlorine taste gone from our water.
Raw Milk - We were very blessed to be introduced to a source for organic raw milk.
Whole Wheat Flour - The flour of choice in our cabinets. When it comes down to it, white flour just really doesn't have any nutritional value.
High Fructose Corn Syrup - I am trying to avoid products with high fructose corn syrup like the plague. I just checked yesterday and I think I found 3 things in my kitchen that have it. I threw away one, so two more to go...if I didn't miss something.
Whole Grains - I've tried to add more grains to our diet. Quinoa, barley, polenta. This is an area that I could improve a lot in.
Snacks - Snack food is not something I always had tons of, but I've managed to get a lot of it out of the house. I'm making snacks instead. Again, I could/should be making more. I do buy organic snack bars, etc. when I find them on clearance for quick snack fixes. Better planning would do me wonders in this area.
Brown Rice - Out went the white rice, and brown rice now reigns supreme in our house.
Garden Fresh - We grew our garden with moderate success this past summer. It has been so joyful to make foods this winter with fruit and veggies that we put away ourselves.
Baking Powder - I tossed our baking powder and made sure I bought a brand that did not contain aluminum.
Organic Eggs - When I found my raw milk source, I also found a free range egg source. Yummy! The difference in taste is amazing. I need to find a more reliable source for these though.
Sandwich Meat - I no longer purchase cold cuts. They are not only expensive, but not very healthy either. This was easier to do in conjunction with my pregnancy since I couldn't eat them during this time anyway.

So, that's what I could think of off the top of my head. I am so excited looking at this list and seeing the progress that we've made. My cabinets and refrigerator look so different now. Much more whole foods and a lot less processed foods. 'Cause I mean really, who can give up Kraft macaroni and cheese? *grin*

One of the great things about taking baby steps is that it all feels doable. And it is much more likely to become habit. If I had tried all this at one time, I would have given up. I am really excited to continue making changes this next year and crossing things off my list. We really can see the health benefits in our family.

Swagbucks Follow-Up

2009-02-05T20:10:00.002-05:00

Update 2/6 - I'm doing an experiment and ordered a gift card to see if it would be as easy to redeem as my first experience...because my sister is having an issue with one she ordered. So, stay tuned because I'm going to give it away when/if it gets here...

Back in November, I did a post talking about Swagbucks. Just in case anyone was wondering what I thought about it...

My original goal in using Swagbucks was to be able to get a rookie Cal Ripken baseball card for Richie for Christmas. He was pleasantly surprised by this small gift and I felt extra good that I got it for free. *grin* I did think it was pretty cool.

Since then, I have continued to earn swagbucks and I am half way to a gift card that I want. I don't use it very often, so I'm slow in earning them. It helps that I had two people sign up under me, so I benefit from earning some while they do their searching and winning. Who knows, I might change my mind if they add some new, cool prize that I can turn into a gift again. *wink*

The only issue that I've had is that my searches don't seem quite as extensive as if I was using another search engine. Most of the time this is not a problem for me because I'm still finding what I need, but it could be a problem for some types of searches.

So, I'm slowly searching my way to some nifty prizes. You can sign up here through my link if you're interested in trying it out. If you've been using it, I'd love to hear what you have to say.