is not a word I was familiar with a few years ago. My venture into Crossfit has revealed much about fitness, nutrition and my ability to not completely give myself over to any one ideology.
Chad on the other hand is hooked. He's in. If someone would have asked him the kind of exercise regimen he would thrive under, Crossfit would have been it.
This Crossfit stuff is an entire subculture all it's own.
I have one foot in and one foot out. I love the idea of it. I just have a problem with execution. I have not done anything but crossfit workouts for over a year, aside from the occasional run or one mini triathlon a few months back. I haven't always done them consistantly. I love the workouts. They are generally quick and painful and always effective.
The reason I've been thinking about this methodology of exercise more recently is our trip to Joplin last weekend. We did a lot of manual labor in hot weather. Hauling tree limbs, large pieces of fencing or parts of the house, lots of shoveling. It was hard. I was tired at the end of the days, but I was never sore or muscularly fatigued. Several times while we were there I thought I was really glad I had been doing Crossfit. My fellow Crossfitter, Shannon, said the same thing. Everything we had been doing required functional movements, which is one of the main components Crossfit is based on. Squating, lifting, lunges, balancing on piles of debris. Over and over again. We took frequent water breaks, but I was always ready to go back at it. I had had some seriously tough workouts over the year andI could tell it helped.
I think I get it now. Don't tell Chad. :) I think part of my other foot might be sliding over into the Crossfit world. I doubt that means I'll be neurotic about my workouts. I am still me, which means I can't be OCD about anything. It's not in my DNA. I get the point, though. These workouts are useful. I'll keep at it.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Cory Luke
May 28, 2005
After nearly a week of nightly contractions, Cory Luke was here. He was born in Joplin, MO.
We missed part of his birthday this year to help in Joplin after the tornado.
He didn't mind, which says a lot about the kind of kid he is. He's good with whatever.
1st birthday
He is 6.
He's the one I love to watch from a distance.
He's an introvert and prefers the company of one to the company of many.
He can play for hours by himself, existing in his own world of super heroes, ninjas and bad guys that need defeating.
He thinks his dad is Batman.
He can go from this guy,...
to this guy,...
In a blink.
He loves his daddy.
His eyes are the darkest brown. I tell him they remind me of dark chocolate so whenever I look at him I get hungry.
He loves to dress up and be silly.
We hear how much he looks like his dad on a daily basis. I don't think either of us mind.
He's special. We named him after Chad's brother Cory and my brother Luke. We make sure he knows who those young men were.
I've often thought God gave me Cory because Chad is gone so much. I can see his dad in his face, his walk, his personality.
Cory is competitive and loves to win.
And at the end of the day all he wants is some alone time with his dad or mom to talk.
Life just wouldn't be as good without Cory Luke.
Happy Birthday, Corky!
After nearly a week of nightly contractions, Cory Luke was here. He was born in Joplin, MO.
We missed part of his birthday this year to help in Joplin after the tornado.
He didn't mind, which says a lot about the kind of kid he is. He's good with whatever.
1st birthdayHe's the one I love to watch from a distance.
He's an introvert and prefers the company of one to the company of many.
He can play for hours by himself, existing in his own world of super heroes, ninjas and bad guys that need defeating.
He thinks his dad is Batman.
He can go from this guy,...
He loves his daddy.
He loves to dress up and be silly.
He's special. We named him after Chad's brother Cory and my brother Luke. We make sure he knows who those young men were.
I've often thought God gave me Cory because Chad is gone so much. I can see his dad in his face, his walk, his personality.
Cory is competitive and loves to win.
Life just wouldn't be as good without Cory Luke.
Happy Birthday, Corky!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Questions, observations, and hope
All I can see when I close my eyes are piles of debris and tree trunks with no bark and no branches.
I was only there for 48 hours.
What is it like for those who never leave?
What if it was my life thrown all over the town?
Would I care about the things I think are important now?
I wonder who they will never find.
I wonder if the miracles will outweigh the tragedies.
The horror some endured is difficult to put into words. Those who had loved ones ripped from them or had someone sacrifice their bodies to protect them. Will they be able to continue on?
It makes me think about making space in my life.
Space to spare in my time, my home, my heart, my finances. A tragedy in my life or others can be weathered collectively if each person has a little space to give something.
The affects of this should be deeper than appreciating what you have or loving your family more. It's bigger then that, deeper then that.
Everyone will have a story in this.
Myself included, but I'm struggling with where my story fits.
How do I express what I feel without making those who actually experienced it the background of my own experience? All the focus should be on those who lost, not those who helped.
My emotions are empathy, not a cause of having to actually
endure the storm.
I did not suffer but my heart hurts and my eyes cry.
I hope my tears are from someone who hasn't cried yet.
That somehow my tears will miraculously ease the heart of another.
If only it worked like blood donations.
I would donate my tears to someone who isn't able to cry in the midst of their personal tragedy.
I don't have any pictures from this weekend, except for a few I took on my phone. What you see on the news is accurate, but it doesn't seem to touch on the expanse of the destruction.
As we cleared debris away each day, if I kept my head down, looking for something important, sifting through and shoveling the wreckage, it felt like the task was doable. Then I would look up and for as far as we could see there were mounds of what was left.
The neighborhood we were in is where they believe the tornado became an EF5. You could tell when you looked back south and west. You could see the edges of the damage, but then suddenly the outer edges of the destruction were not visible when you looked north or south.
It was hard to leave. We loved living in Joplin. We had wonderful friends, great memories and grew so much as a family and couple in that town. We talked briefly about moving back.
There is always hope. Hope for individuals and hope for communities. We truly saw the best in people this weekend. Food came by from different places every couple hours. Individuals drove through offering water and snacks. Every corner had cases of water stacked up for the officers working the intersections or workers clearing debris.
I feel like I got more from this community then we were able to give in a few short days. I'm so glad that we were able to be there.
I was only there for 48 hours.
What is it like for those who never leave?
What if it was my life thrown all over the town?
Would I care about the things I think are important now?
I wonder who they will never find.
I wonder if the miracles will outweigh the tragedies.
The horror some endured is difficult to put into words. Those who had loved ones ripped from them or had someone sacrifice their bodies to protect them. Will they be able to continue on?
It makes me think about making space in my life.
Space to spare in my time, my home, my heart, my finances. A tragedy in my life or others can be weathered collectively if each person has a little space to give something.
The affects of this should be deeper than appreciating what you have or loving your family more. It's bigger then that, deeper then that.
Everyone will have a story in this.
Myself included, but I'm struggling with where my story fits.
How do I express what I feel without making those who actually experienced it the background of my own experience? All the focus should be on those who lost, not those who helped.
My emotions are empathy, not a cause of having to actually
endure the storm.
I did not suffer but my heart hurts and my eyes cry.
I hope my tears are from someone who hasn't cried yet.
That somehow my tears will miraculously ease the heart of another.
If only it worked like blood donations.
I would donate my tears to someone who isn't able to cry in the midst of their personal tragedy.
I don't have any pictures from this weekend, except for a few I took on my phone. What you see on the news is accurate, but it doesn't seem to touch on the expanse of the destruction.
As we cleared debris away each day, if I kept my head down, looking for something important, sifting through and shoveling the wreckage, it felt like the task was doable. Then I would look up and for as far as we could see there were mounds of what was left.
The neighborhood we were in is where they believe the tornado became an EF5. You could tell when you looked back south and west. You could see the edges of the damage, but then suddenly the outer edges of the destruction were not visible when you looked north or south.
It was hard to leave. We loved living in Joplin. We had wonderful friends, great memories and grew so much as a family and couple in that town. We talked briefly about moving back.
There is always hope. Hope for individuals and hope for communities. We truly saw the best in people this weekend. Food came by from different places every couple hours. Individuals drove through offering water and snacks. Every corner had cases of water stacked up for the officers working the intersections or workers clearing debris.
I feel like I got more from this community then we were able to give in a few short days. I'm so glad that we were able to be there.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
My mind in bullet points
*I will be on the brink of tears at all times the next few days and it's not just because I'm sad for those in Joplin. It's because I look around and see an overwhelming desire to help.
*I am not an anxious person, but trying to imagine what I will see when I go to Joplin this weekend makes my chest tighten.
*Our house is almost done.
*Which means we're staying in a hotel for at least 2 nights and probably 3 because they have to do a major cleaning because of lead paint.
*This sounded like no big deal until it happened on this particular week when I really need to be in my home.
*Autumn has her dance recital tomorrow night.
*She is a good dancer and yes, I'm biased.
*Cory's birthday is on Saturday and we're missing part of it to go to Joplin.
*I waver between guilt and peace.
*He is going to see one of his favorite cousins so I think it will be fine.
*He's going to be 6, which makes me crazy. He can't be that old.
*He was born in Joplin.
*Elijah has his first baseball game of the season tonight.
*He looks really cute in baseball pants and he would be totally embarrassed if I told him that.
*I need to get us dinner from somewhere and get Elijah some longer socks.
Signing off...
*I am not an anxious person, but trying to imagine what I will see when I go to Joplin this weekend makes my chest tighten.
*Our house is almost done.
*Which means we're staying in a hotel for at least 2 nights and probably 3 because they have to do a major cleaning because of lead paint.
*This sounded like no big deal until it happened on this particular week when I really need to be in my home.
*Autumn has her dance recital tomorrow night.
*She is a good dancer and yes, I'm biased.
*Cory's birthday is on Saturday and we're missing part of it to go to Joplin.
*I waver between guilt and peace.
*He is going to see one of his favorite cousins so I think it will be fine.
*He's going to be 6, which makes me crazy. He can't be that old.
*He was born in Joplin.
*Elijah has his first baseball game of the season tonight.
*He looks really cute in baseball pants and he would be totally embarrassed if I told him that.
*I need to get us dinner from somewhere and get Elijah some longer socks.
Signing off...
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Heartbroken
I've never personally been affected by a natural disaster. I lived through Hurricane Isabelle years ago. It was intense, but the destruction I'm seeing in Joplin is beyond anything I've ever seen.
We lived in Joplin for 3 1/2 wonderful years. Great memories were made, life-long friendships have continued and it breaks my heart to see what a single catastrophy can do to a community.
I ache for them.
So far, our friends are alive and well, of which I am so thankful.
What makes my heart swell is what people will do to help in a crisis. It's happened over and over in this country. People genuinely want to help other people in need.
Chad and I are heading down there with some friends this weekend. We're taking whatever supplies we can collect this week and take them to a shelter that needs them. We'll check on our friends. It's going to be hard to see a town we loved in ruin. I can only imagine what we'll see.
We lived in Joplin for 3 1/2 wonderful years. Great memories were made, life-long friendships have continued and it breaks my heart to see what a single catastrophy can do to a community.
I ache for them.
So far, our friends are alive and well, of which I am so thankful.
What makes my heart swell is what people will do to help in a crisis. It's happened over and over in this country. People genuinely want to help other people in need.
Chad and I are heading down there with some friends this weekend. We're taking whatever supplies we can collect this week and take them to a shelter that needs them. We'll check on our friends. It's going to be hard to see a town we loved in ruin. I can only imagine what we'll see.
Friday, May 20, 2011
There is no easy way to say this...
I got peed on by a random kid at McDonalds yesterday.
I'm not kidding.
I wish I was.
Here's how the story goes...
We've had workers at our house the past few weeks and sometimes we just need to get out and away from the banging and commotion. Yesterday they were working on framing and putting up our new front door. (It looks GREAT, by the way).
So we headed to McDs to play and have lunch cause it was nasty rainy and the little people couldn't really play outside. So, as is custom, I texted my girlfriends to see if anyone wanted to join us.
We were the first ones there and sat off to the side of the playplace.
When I went to get food, our spot was taken so some nice people who were leaving gave us their booth in front of the playplace.
Insert impending doom music here...
Some nice friends came to join us and we were chatting away when I felt some drops on my arm. I looked up to find a child, probably at least 5 years old, PEEING off of the playplace onto our booth!!!!
When it quickly registered what was happening I shoved my friend who was on the outside of the booth, who was also hit and was on her way out.
We just stood there for a second staring at each other. Did that really just happen?? I'm still not sure. It was surreal.
Needless to say, we packed up and headed home.
I'm not sure if I can go back there anytime soon.
I'm not kidding.
I wish I was.
Here's how the story goes...
We've had workers at our house the past few weeks and sometimes we just need to get out and away from the banging and commotion. Yesterday they were working on framing and putting up our new front door. (It looks GREAT, by the way).
So we headed to McDs to play and have lunch cause it was nasty rainy and the little people couldn't really play outside. So, as is custom, I texted my girlfriends to see if anyone wanted to join us.
We were the first ones there and sat off to the side of the playplace.
When I went to get food, our spot was taken so some nice people who were leaving gave us their booth in front of the playplace.
Insert impending doom music here...
Some nice friends came to join us and we were chatting away when I felt some drops on my arm. I looked up to find a child, probably at least 5 years old, PEEING off of the playplace onto our booth!!!!
When it quickly registered what was happening I shoved my friend who was on the outside of the booth, who was also hit and was on her way out.
We just stood there for a second staring at each other. Did that really just happen?? I'm still not sure. It was surreal.
Needless to say, we packed up and headed home.
I'm not sure if I can go back there anytime soon.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Spring, house, All Schools Day
It's finally getting warm around here, which means flowers and dirty kids!
Our house is slowly, but surely getting done. I love the results, so far! 
And All Schools Day means parade, carnival and fun!
And All Schools Day means parade, carnival and fun!
Monday, May 9, 2011
What a weekend!
I'm a day late on the token Mothers' Day post. The reason being is that yesterday was CRAZY! Crazy wonderful!
It just so happened that confirmation was set for Mothers' Day this year and I couldn't think of a better way to spend it. We had lots of family members spend the weekend with us including my parents, my in-laws, 2 brothers, one sister (and her boyfriend), a sister-in-law and her family and my 91 year old grandma! Lots of commotion and lots of fun. I'll post again soon with some of the fun shenanigans that went on :)
And for Mothers' Day here are just a few things I've learned:
From my mom--This time of little people, noise, dirt, laundry, and diapers goes so quickly. Don't sweat it. They amazingly will grow up to be potty-trained, verbal, social, educated adults despite our best efforts and our biggest mistakes. She has shown me that your faith is more then what you say or do, it is the essence of who you are. That loving your husband is more valuable to your children then anything else you can give them. That we live under a constant state of grace, which is honestly all that gets me through some days!
From my mother-in-law--Patience is a virtue worth working on and often comes with practice. We're never too old to pursue something we love. Being an example speaks volumes to those around you. Having sons (and daughters) who respect and love you is a gift.
And in my own mothering experiences I have learned that I can survive on very little sleep, eat peanut butter and jelly alot more then I would like and be ok, clean up some of the most retched things and not gag, and the funniest things in life come from a 2 year old. With the highest highs and the lowest lows, comes the confidence that I will make it through this life as a mother not by anything I do, but by the grace of God. It's the only way.
Here's to all the Mothers!
Elijah had his confirmation yesterday. I couldn't be more proud of him. He is traditionally quite young to have gone through confirmation, but he has more knowledge about Scripture and his Lord at the young age of 10 then many adults and I don't imagine that's a bad thing.
And for Mothers' Day here are just a few things I've learned:
From my mom--This time of little people, noise, dirt, laundry, and diapers goes so quickly. Don't sweat it. They amazingly will grow up to be potty-trained, verbal, social, educated adults despite our best efforts and our biggest mistakes. She has shown me that your faith is more then what you say or do, it is the essence of who you are. That loving your husband is more valuable to your children then anything else you can give them. That we live under a constant state of grace, which is honestly all that gets me through some days!
From my mother-in-law--Patience is a virtue worth working on and often comes with practice. We're never too old to pursue something we love. Being an example speaks volumes to those around you. Having sons (and daughters) who respect and love you is a gift.
And in my own mothering experiences I have learned that I can survive on very little sleep, eat peanut butter and jelly alot more then I would like and be ok, clean up some of the most retched things and not gag, and the funniest things in life come from a 2 year old. With the highest highs and the lowest lows, comes the confidence that I will make it through this life as a mother not by anything I do, but by the grace of God. It's the only way.
Here's to all the Mothers!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
History
I vividly remember 9/11.
Osama Bin Laden was not a name that the American people knew prior, but one that became a part of our vocabulary very quickly.
He had become my generation's, "Bad Guy". The face of evil and hate. His ideology created an atmosphere of misguided prejudice towards Muslims. He changed our world in one day.
In all that, I am hard-pressed to rejoice in his death. I can understand the range of emotions felt by citizens around the world. It's hugely emotional, I'm sure, to those who lost someone in 9/11.
I'm proud of our country. We had the technology, the skilled servicemen, and the patience to operate a mission of this importance. I am intrigued by the intelligence gathering that led to finding him.
I feel a sense of relief that he is gone, even though I know the threat of terrorism is still real. The reality is that we will always live in a world where hate resides, but we don't have to participate in it.
My hope is that from this, we as individuals and as a country, can work to draw those extremists one by one away from a world of hate. I think about them or any extremist who participates in acts of violence. How do we change them? Are they a lost cause?
I sure hope not.
Osama Bin Laden was not a name that the American people knew prior, but one that became a part of our vocabulary very quickly.
He had become my generation's, "Bad Guy". The face of evil and hate. His ideology created an atmosphere of misguided prejudice towards Muslims. He changed our world in one day.
In all that, I am hard-pressed to rejoice in his death. I can understand the range of emotions felt by citizens around the world. It's hugely emotional, I'm sure, to those who lost someone in 9/11.
I'm proud of our country. We had the technology, the skilled servicemen, and the patience to operate a mission of this importance. I am intrigued by the intelligence gathering that led to finding him.
I feel a sense of relief that he is gone, even though I know the threat of terrorism is still real. The reality is that we will always live in a world where hate resides, but we don't have to participate in it.
My hope is that from this, we as individuals and as a country, can work to draw those extremists one by one away from a world of hate. I think about them or any extremist who participates in acts of violence. How do we change them? Are they a lost cause?
I sure hope not.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
WINDOWS!
There have been constant reminders the past few weeks of all the little things that make life so nice.
For some reason, these reminders often come when you notice the absence of them.
1. A full nights sleep.
2. Clean clothes.
3. Toilets that flush.
4. WINDOWS!!!
We had a few sets of windows put in Friday. They had to quit early due to the 60 mph winds blowing, but they were able to put 4 sets in. The living room and dining room are done and WOW!!!
Light! Clean! Energy-efficient! And THEY OPEN!!! BONUS!
Seriously! We've had a few really beautiful days and I just wanted to open a few windows.
Now I CAN! They should finish up the outside stuff (windows, siding, door, porch, etc.) next week just in time for Elijah's confirmation.
Love!!
For some reason, these reminders often come when you notice the absence of them.
1. A full nights sleep.
2. Clean clothes.
3. Toilets that flush.
4. WINDOWS!!!
Light! Clean! Energy-efficient! And THEY OPEN!!! BONUS!
Seriously! We've had a few really beautiful days and I just wanted to open a few windows.
Now I CAN! They should finish up the outside stuff (windows, siding, door, porch, etc.) next week just in time for Elijah's confirmation.
Love!!
Friday, April 29, 2011
Easter 2011
I have a problem...I think I start a lot of my posts with that line.
Do you think that's a problem?
Anyway, my problem is my camera. It's junk. And I lose it quite a bit. I can't justify getting a new one though, cause this one still takes pictures.
Here are a few we took on Easter.
We spent a beautiful day at Joan and Walt's house in the country.
I love Easter.
Do you think that's a problem?
Anyway, my problem is my camera. It's junk. And I lose it quite a bit. I can't justify getting a new one though, cause this one still takes pictures.
Here are a few we took on Easter.
I love Easter.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
List
1. I have been meaning to blog for the past few days, but I kept looking at my last post and thinking, "Well, that still applies." Dreary days!
2. I have been feeling much better the past few weeks. I think this is in large part to the loaded smoothie I've been drinking in the mornings, the vitamins I'm taking and the fact that Caleb has slept through the night in his own bed more then not lately.
3. Our house siding is at a stand-still. The worker's son has been in the hospital the past few days so they haven't made it up here to work, which is fine. He is a very nice guy and I know he's worried about his son, so my house can wait.
4. I love brownies. They are oh, so good! I only make them VERY occasionally though because my kids will beg and plead and steal until they are all gone. It makes me crazy and then I can't even enjoy them.
5. I've been having an ongoing discussion with a guy at the coffee house about faith and God and all that jazz. It's been interesting! I love discussing all that stuff.
6. I really like Easter time. I like it more when it's warm and sunny, which it hasn't been, but I'm hoping it will be.
7. I finally bought new running shoes. I got a steal on a pair of Nike Free Runs that I've been wanting for a long time. I love it when you wait for something and save and research and then you get something and it lives up to your expectations.
8. Enough ramblings...
2. I have been feeling much better the past few weeks. I think this is in large part to the loaded smoothie I've been drinking in the mornings, the vitamins I'm taking and the fact that Caleb has slept through the night in his own bed more then not lately.
3. Our house siding is at a stand-still. The worker's son has been in the hospital the past few days so they haven't made it up here to work, which is fine. He is a very nice guy and I know he's worried about his son, so my house can wait.
4. I love brownies. They are oh, so good! I only make them VERY occasionally though because my kids will beg and plead and steal until they are all gone. It makes me crazy and then I can't even enjoy them.
5. I've been having an ongoing discussion with a guy at the coffee house about faith and God and all that jazz. It's been interesting! I love discussing all that stuff.
6. I really like Easter time. I like it more when it's warm and sunny, which it hasn't been, but I'm hoping it will be.
7. I finally bought new running shoes. I got a steal on a pair of Nike Free Runs that I've been wanting for a long time. I love it when you wait for something and save and research and then you get something and it lives up to your expectations.
8. Enough ramblings...
Friday, April 15, 2011
Oh my stinkin' COLD!
Geez! It's cold!
I'm gonna go ahead and whine about the weather for a minute. I'm not a big fan of whiners, especially when it comes to weather, but I'm in that kind of mood so I'll indulge.
Yesterday was lovely, although quite windy, which isn't unusual for Kansas. I had the 3 windows that are actually able to be opened open, along with our doors. Lovely, warm air!
Then around 6:00 or so the wind started blowing COLD. It rained, then hailed and then the sun shone again but it remained cold.
Today has been dreary, wet, cold and windy. I have accomplished nothing today because it just makes me want to stay on the couch wrapped in a blanket. I'm so unproductive when it's windy and cold.
Tomorrow's forecast?
70 and sunny!
Typical spring in Kansas!
I'm gonna go ahead and whine about the weather for a minute. I'm not a big fan of whiners, especially when it comes to weather, but I'm in that kind of mood so I'll indulge.
Yesterday was lovely, although quite windy, which isn't unusual for Kansas. I had the 3 windows that are actually able to be opened open, along with our doors. Lovely, warm air!
Then around 6:00 or so the wind started blowing COLD. It rained, then hailed and then the sun shone again but it remained cold.
Today has been dreary, wet, cold and windy. I have accomplished nothing today because it just makes me want to stay on the couch wrapped in a blanket. I'm so unproductive when it's windy and cold.
Tomorrow's forecast?
70 and sunny!
Typical spring in Kansas!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Going up!
UGH! I wish I had a functioning camera!
Our siding is going up and the windows will be next. It already looks so good!
I just can't wait to throw open our windows on a beautiful day like today!
Yea!!
Our siding is going up and the windows will be next. It already looks so good!
I just can't wait to throw open our windows on a beautiful day like today!
Yea!!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
To have or not to have...
Have I mentioned lately that I love working in a coffee house. It brings with it so interesting people and conversations.
Joan and I often joke about writing a book.
And it's not just idle chitchat amongst myself and some of the regulars.
I've most recently gotten into a conversation with one customer whom I would consider a friend, at this point, about having children and all that goes along with that. Without giving too much information about this friend, we are debating the idea of having children as a Christian and whether that is something that we are called to do and what makes some choose to not have any at all.
It's always interesting to me to hear why people who are able to have children choose not to venture down that path.
I try not to judge their motives or reasoning because I've probably thought many of the same thoughts myself. The rationales range from self-proclaimed selfishness, to just not having any desire to have that experience.
Having a child heightens the false sense that we have control over our time and efforts. We no longer answer for only ourselves. Our time is not our own, our resources are not our own, our efforts and choices now directly affect the course of another little person's life.
It's big stuff. It can be scary stuff.
As I told my friend, though, there will be nothing else that can compare to the emotions involved in raising a child. I truly believe if your desire is to grow as a human, as a Christian, as a citizen of this world, there is NOTHING that will do that like raising a child. In the darkest, most frustrating and sleep-deprived moments is where you will grow the most, believe the most, trust the most.
Will you grow anyway?
Of course, but I don't think you will touch the depths of what this life offers without experiencing some of the emotions and choices that come along with raising a child.
I held my little guy the other day while he was sleeping and thought what a gift it was. He never stops moving or talking when he's awake. He has kept me sleep-deprived for almost 3 years now and I would take another 3 years of it to be able to hold him for those few, quiet moments.
I am hard-pressed to find anything else in this world that can compare to that sense of peace, thankfulness and joy.
Joan and I often joke about writing a book.
And it's not just idle chitchat amongst myself and some of the regulars.
I've most recently gotten into a conversation with one customer whom I would consider a friend, at this point, about having children and all that goes along with that. Without giving too much information about this friend, we are debating the idea of having children as a Christian and whether that is something that we are called to do and what makes some choose to not have any at all.
It's always interesting to me to hear why people who are able to have children choose not to venture down that path.
I try not to judge their motives or reasoning because I've probably thought many of the same thoughts myself. The rationales range from self-proclaimed selfishness, to just not having any desire to have that experience.
Having a child heightens the false sense that we have control over our time and efforts. We no longer answer for only ourselves. Our time is not our own, our resources are not our own, our efforts and choices now directly affect the course of another little person's life.
It's big stuff. It can be scary stuff.
As I told my friend, though, there will be nothing else that can compare to the emotions involved in raising a child. I truly believe if your desire is to grow as a human, as a Christian, as a citizen of this world, there is NOTHING that will do that like raising a child. In the darkest, most frustrating and sleep-deprived moments is where you will grow the most, believe the most, trust the most.
Will you grow anyway?
Of course, but I don't think you will touch the depths of what this life offers without experiencing some of the emotions and choices that come along with raising a child.
I held my little guy the other day while he was sleeping and thought what a gift it was. He never stops moving or talking when he's awake. He has kept me sleep-deprived for almost 3 years now and I would take another 3 years of it to be able to hold him for those few, quiet moments.
I am hard-pressed to find anything else in this world that can compare to that sense of peace, thankfulness and joy.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sweet conversation
Recently, Elijah and I had a conversation about the kind of girl he should marry.
It started with Elijah asking me if he thought he should marry a "girly girl" or a "tomboy". His thought was that he should marry someone kinda inbetween. He didn't want a "bossy girl with attitude", but he still wanted someone who would cook.
I quickly dispelled that notion that they are mutually exclusive.
So, I asked him where he felt I fell in the range of girls.
I asked if he thought I was kinda inbetween.
He thought for a minute, then said, "Yeah, you are. I guess I should look to marry someone like my mom."
I'll try to wipe the grin off my face in the next few days :)
I then asked him what the most important thing was to look for in a wife and he said, "A Christian." Score again! :)
I also said he should marry someone who was his best friend. Someone he could go through the roughest times with. Someone he could talk to about anything.
He said he sometimes wonders if he already knows the girl he would marry or if he's going to meet her later. He knows God knows, but he's just so curious. He did mention 3 girl friends that he apparently has considered to be marriage material.
I love it that he's thinking. That he's looking for the "right" kind of girl. I hope his standards hold up cause all 3 of those girls would be quite the catch! :)
It started with Elijah asking me if he thought he should marry a "girly girl" or a "tomboy". His thought was that he should marry someone kinda inbetween. He didn't want a "bossy girl with attitude", but he still wanted someone who would cook.
I quickly dispelled that notion that they are mutually exclusive.
So, I asked him where he felt I fell in the range of girls.
I asked if he thought I was kinda inbetween.
He thought for a minute, then said, "Yeah, you are. I guess I should look to marry someone like my mom."
I'll try to wipe the grin off my face in the next few days :)
I then asked him what the most important thing was to look for in a wife and he said, "A Christian." Score again! :)
I also said he should marry someone who was his best friend. Someone he could go through the roughest times with. Someone he could talk to about anything.
He said he sometimes wonders if he already knows the girl he would marry or if he's going to meet her later. He knows God knows, but he's just so curious. He did mention 3 girl friends that he apparently has considered to be marriage material.
I love it that he's thinking. That he's looking for the "right" kind of girl. I hope his standards hold up cause all 3 of those girls would be quite the catch! :)
Monday, April 4, 2011
Whole lot of nothing
That's what my blood work told me.
I'm normal. Middle of the road on nearly everything. Not anemic, no hypothyroid.
So now I have to decide if I want to pursue other possibilities. As of right now, I don't think I'm going to. My thought is that I'm vitamin-deficient across the board. Stress, depression, etc all cause your body to not absorb nutrients like it should. I'm thinking I've been both for the past 3 + months. It was a tough winter. So, I'm going to be loading up on all things good and healthy, more then I do normally and see how I feel in a few weeks.
I'm normal. Middle of the road on nearly everything. Not anemic, no hypothyroid.
So now I have to decide if I want to pursue other possibilities. As of right now, I don't think I'm going to. My thought is that I'm vitamin-deficient across the board. Stress, depression, etc all cause your body to not absorb nutrients like it should. I'm thinking I've been both for the past 3 + months. It was a tough winter. So, I'm going to be loading up on all things good and healthy, more then I do normally and see how I feel in a few weeks.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Getting checked out
I had a doctor appointment today.
It's been awhile. I pretty much don't go to the doctor for myself. Besides pregnancies, I think, I've been to the doctor maybe a few times over the past 10+ years. I don't have anything against doctors. I actually like them. I just don't go to them.
Nothing like a big of a catalyst to get me to the doctor, though.
I experienced a vasovagal response early Friday morning, which scared Chad more then me, but scared me enough to make an appointment.
I haven't been feeling great the past few months. Extra fatigue, super cold all the time. I've mentally been clickin' a little slower then usual too. (Go ahead. I left that one wide open ;) )
Just random things I could totally pass off.
I'm waiting to hear back results from my blood work. I don't think it's anything crazy. Anemia, maybe. Hypothyroid runs in my family so that's a possibility too. Or it could be nothing. I have plenty of other reasons to be tired and cold. Such as my 4 children and it's winter.
Anyway, I would just like to be energized and warm again. Hoping for a simple fix!
It's been awhile. I pretty much don't go to the doctor for myself. Besides pregnancies, I think, I've been to the doctor maybe a few times over the past 10+ years. I don't have anything against doctors. I actually like them. I just don't go to them.
Nothing like a big of a catalyst to get me to the doctor, though.
I experienced a vasovagal response early Friday morning, which scared Chad more then me, but scared me enough to make an appointment.
I haven't been feeling great the past few months. Extra fatigue, super cold all the time. I've mentally been clickin' a little slower then usual too. (Go ahead. I left that one wide open ;) )
Just random things I could totally pass off.
I'm waiting to hear back results from my blood work. I don't think it's anything crazy. Anemia, maybe. Hypothyroid runs in my family so that's a possibility too. Or it could be nothing. I have plenty of other reasons to be tired and cold. Such as my 4 children and it's winter.
Anyway, I would just like to be energized and warm again. Hoping for a simple fix!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Caleb-isms
I don't know if I've said this before, but this kid can talk...ALOT! 
This gives us ample opportunity to hear all kinds of funny phrases!
A few I've noticed lately...
1. "Watch yo mouth." It's the tone that matters on this one. Sometimes he says it all sweet and other times he says it with full on thug attitude.
2."I don't care about that." Often said after I ask him to do something. I might have just stood there with my mouth open the first time he said it.
3. "What your name is?" He always wants to know people's names. Even the ones he already knows.
4. We play this little game called "Guess what?" Basically, he says "Guess what?" I say, "What?" and he says whatever he wants. Then I say, "Caleb, guess what?", he says, "What?" and I say, "I love you." Well this one time, I started saying words that rhyme with what instead. So instead of I love you, I said, "Chicken butt." I don't know...it just came out and it rhymed. We laughed.
Fast forward to the next day. Walking through the frozed section of the grocery store and Caleb says, "Mom, guess what?" Me: "What." Caleb: "CHICKEN BUTT, HAHAHA, CHICKEN BUTT!!"
This gives us ample opportunity to hear all kinds of funny phrases!
A few I've noticed lately...
1. "Watch yo mouth." It's the tone that matters on this one. Sometimes he says it all sweet and other times he says it with full on thug attitude.
2."I don't care about that." Often said after I ask him to do something. I might have just stood there with my mouth open the first time he said it.
3. "What your name is?" He always wants to know people's names. Even the ones he already knows.
4. We play this little game called "Guess what?" Basically, he says "Guess what?" I say, "What?" and he says whatever he wants. Then I say, "Caleb, guess what?", he says, "What?" and I say, "I love you." Well this one time, I started saying words that rhyme with what instead. So instead of I love you, I said, "Chicken butt." I don't know...it just came out and it rhymed. We laughed.
Fast forward to the next day. Walking through the frozed section of the grocery store and Caleb says, "Mom, guess what?" Me: "What." Caleb: "CHICKEN BUTT, HAHAHA, CHICKEN BUTT!!"
I stand in awe.
This past year and especially these past few months have made my heart ache...in a good way. My heart is full.
That is how I feel.
Filled up.
From the gift of our home that so, so many people spent hours and hours on, to this very moment when I heard my friend's baby they are adopting is HERE, there have been so many times I have seen incredible acts of kindness, generosity, and love.
It's overwhelming. I told Chad today that THIS is the place I want to be if tragedy hits or tough times come or your life is given an unexpected joy that you want to share!
I know there are communities like this all over the country and beyond. I just feel so fortunate to be here now.
I have been blessed with amazing friendships all my life. I can look back on each stage of my life and it seems God hand-picked a friend for me. This place, for some reason, has given me an abundance of friendships. Girls that will not only be there for me, but reach out and help others without a second thought.
It's all evidenced so strongly in the past few weeks. We cooked, we cleaned, we gave, we prayed, we hugged, we cried and we prayed some more.
Sometimes, I think I can go it alone. All I have to do is lift my head, reach out a hand and there will be multiple hands reaching back.
This is a beautiful place with beautiful people.
I stand in awe of my blessings.
That is how I feel.
Filled up.
From the gift of our home that so, so many people spent hours and hours on, to this very moment when I heard my friend's baby they are adopting is HERE, there have been so many times I have seen incredible acts of kindness, generosity, and love.
It's overwhelming. I told Chad today that THIS is the place I want to be if tragedy hits or tough times come or your life is given an unexpected joy that you want to share!
I know there are communities like this all over the country and beyond. I just feel so fortunate to be here now.
I have been blessed with amazing friendships all my life. I can look back on each stage of my life and it seems God hand-picked a friend for me. This place, for some reason, has given me an abundance of friendships. Girls that will not only be there for me, but reach out and help others without a second thought.
It's all evidenced so strongly in the past few weeks. We cooked, we cleaned, we gave, we prayed, we hugged, we cried and we prayed some more.
Sometimes, I think I can go it alone. All I have to do is lift my head, reach out a hand and there will be multiple hands reaching back.
This is a beautiful place with beautiful people.
I stand in awe of my blessings.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
A list
Too much going on to focus on one topic so this is what has been rattling around in my brain the past week...I'm sorry in advance.
1. I started major defunking in my house the other day. Clothes were the first hit. Feels good to get rid of STUFF!
2. We worked on the basement yesterday. Why is it that my dear Corky treasures TRASH?! Actual trash, people. Torn up boxes and cup carries are apparently VERY valuable.
3. I thought Caleb was potty trained a few weeks back. I was wrong.
4. I thought for about a week that Chad and I were going to get to go to Norway this summer to see our best friend get married. Not gonna happen and I'm sad.
5. The renovations to our house have yet to start despite the March 25 deadline.
6. A friend of mine tried to commit suicide last Friday. It was a stressful few days after she was found and still just heartbreaking as their family struggles through it all. I've prayed more in the past week about all kinds of things then I have in a long, long time.
7. My mom and dad are coming today and I'm so happy, even if it's just for 2 days.
8. The weather has been gorgeous the past few days and I love it. I'm amazed at how sunshine can improve your outlook on nearly everything.
9. I love St. Patrick's Day. I'm 1/8th Irish and I'm proud to be!!
10. Enough rambling already!!
1. I started major defunking in my house the other day. Clothes were the first hit. Feels good to get rid of STUFF!
2. We worked on the basement yesterday. Why is it that my dear Corky treasures TRASH?! Actual trash, people. Torn up boxes and cup carries are apparently VERY valuable.
3. I thought Caleb was potty trained a few weeks back. I was wrong.
4. I thought for about a week that Chad and I were going to get to go to Norway this summer to see our best friend get married. Not gonna happen and I'm sad.
5. The renovations to our house have yet to start despite the March 25 deadline.
6. A friend of mine tried to commit suicide last Friday. It was a stressful few days after she was found and still just heartbreaking as their family struggles through it all. I've prayed more in the past week about all kinds of things then I have in a long, long time.
7. My mom and dad are coming today and I'm so happy, even if it's just for 2 days.
8. The weather has been gorgeous the past few days and I love it. I'm amazed at how sunshine can improve your outlook on nearly everything.
9. I love St. Patrick's Day. I'm 1/8th Irish and I'm proud to be!!
10. Enough rambling already!!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Decorating Idea!
I have a big empty wall in my living room that I was having a hard time figuring out how to decorate it.
I'm not a big fan of random decorations. Because I don't have a lot of "things", I prefer to only have items that I truly love or that mean something to me.
So, with a big blank wall, I was in a bit of a quandry.
My friend Shannon, who is the craftiest crafter I know, had mentioned months ago a Family heritage wall she had seen on this blog.
blog.http://fortheloveofit2.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-tree.html
Cool, huh?
I really enjoy family histories and stories from past generations. My 90 year old grandma is one of my favorite people to talk to about, well anything, but alot about her life.
The problem is our families are HUGE!
So I've worked out a way to go back to our great grandparents without an obscene amount of pictures. Now I just have to hunt down some decent quality pictures!!
It will be a bit of a project, but I'm excited about it!
I'm not a big fan of random decorations. Because I don't have a lot of "things", I prefer to only have items that I truly love or that mean something to me.
So, with a big blank wall, I was in a bit of a quandry.
My friend Shannon, who is the craftiest crafter I know, had mentioned months ago a Family heritage wall she had seen on this blog.
blog.http://fortheloveofit2.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-tree.html
Cool, huh?
I really enjoy family histories and stories from past generations. My 90 year old grandma is one of my favorite people to talk to about, well anything, but alot about her life.
The problem is our families are HUGE!
So I've worked out a way to go back to our great grandparents without an obscene amount of pictures. Now I just have to hunt down some decent quality pictures!!
It will be a bit of a project, but I'm excited about it!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
A still small voice...
It never ceases to amaze me the range of emotions that humans can both experience themselves and evoke in others.
It seems we are all to often negatively motivated to appreciate what we have, embrace those we love, and live the life we dream. This regularly comes in the form of an illness or death. Tragedy makes us think, evaluate, try harder.
I have seen, heard and experienced truly tragic events. Those experiences have changed me. Even the ones that I was not directly affected by. Those made me pause. Hug my children one extra time and tell my husband I love him with a little more emotion.
This past week has again shown me what tragedy can do. It weaken us with sadness and sorrow, and for some, eventually opens our eyes to a loving God who carries us through those tragedies.
A staff member at the Y passed away unexpectedly early this week. She was just 43 with 2 young children.
And, then we found out just yesterday that Chad's brother-in-law's brother lost their 1 year old son in a bathtub accident.
There are cancers raging through nearly every family I know in some shape or form.
They are all truly tragic and heartbreaking. I don't know that we have words to express those kinds of emotions for the families.
And still, in all of this and in one beautiful, miraculous event, I am reminded that joy and love and seeing God's hand in the impossible can be just as motivating!
My dear friend, Jamie, in a matter of 3 days went from being a busy mom of 2, wife to a great husband, friend to many, and so much more to finding out she would now be all those things AND a mother to another sweet baby! They are adopting a baby. A baby she didn't know about on Wednesday, but will, God-willing, be bringing home in a matter of days or weeks. The joy in her and her husband is palpable. It's contagious. The way it all transpired was nothing short of a miracle. This baby will be loved beyond it's wildest dreams!
A baby getting a beautiful chance at a wonderful life makes me think and pray and do all those things just as much and as fully as those tragedies do, but in such a better way.
It's made me listen to that small voice that is always trying to show me the beautiful, the lovely in this world, in spite of the tragedies.
There are so many inspiring events, both huge like an adoption and small, like the way my little guy says, "I lub you".
I only hope my eyes are more opened to them daily!
It seems we are all to often negatively motivated to appreciate what we have, embrace those we love, and live the life we dream. This regularly comes in the form of an illness or death. Tragedy makes us think, evaluate, try harder.
I have seen, heard and experienced truly tragic events. Those experiences have changed me. Even the ones that I was not directly affected by. Those made me pause. Hug my children one extra time and tell my husband I love him with a little more emotion.
This past week has again shown me what tragedy can do. It weaken us with sadness and sorrow, and for some, eventually opens our eyes to a loving God who carries us through those tragedies.
A staff member at the Y passed away unexpectedly early this week. She was just 43 with 2 young children.
And, then we found out just yesterday that Chad's brother-in-law's brother lost their 1 year old son in a bathtub accident.
There are cancers raging through nearly every family I know in some shape or form.
They are all truly tragic and heartbreaking. I don't know that we have words to express those kinds of emotions for the families.
And still, in all of this and in one beautiful, miraculous event, I am reminded that joy and love and seeing God's hand in the impossible can be just as motivating!
My dear friend, Jamie, in a matter of 3 days went from being a busy mom of 2, wife to a great husband, friend to many, and so much more to finding out she would now be all those things AND a mother to another sweet baby! They are adopting a baby. A baby she didn't know about on Wednesday, but will, God-willing, be bringing home in a matter of days or weeks. The joy in her and her husband is palpable. It's contagious. The way it all transpired was nothing short of a miracle. This baby will be loved beyond it's wildest dreams!
A baby getting a beautiful chance at a wonderful life makes me think and pray and do all those things just as much and as fully as those tragedies do, but in such a better way.
It's made me listen to that small voice that is always trying to show me the beautiful, the lovely in this world, in spite of the tragedies.
There are so many inspiring events, both huge like an adoption and small, like the way my little guy says, "I lub you".
I only hope my eyes are more opened to them daily!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Parenting dilemma 101
I'm in between a rock and a hard place, people.
Help me!
Elijah is entirely, 100% adamant that learning to play the piano is "pointless." His words. The days he has lessons, he is moody, crabby and mad at me. None of which I particularly enjoy dealing with.
His argument: Why do I have to learn something that I don't like and don't see a point in doing?
My argument: There are lots of things in life that we don't appreciate til later. I think piano is one of those things.
His argument: It's suppose to be a hobby, which is something someone enjoys doing. I do not enjoy piano.
My argument: It's not so much a hobby (unless, he wanted it to be), it's more like a school subject. Like history or language.
His argument: But, I like school. I don't like piano.
My argument: You may not now, but you'll be glad to know, at least the basics at some point in your life.
His argument: I'd rather be doing something I really enjoy doing.
My argument: You may really enjoy playing piano if you gave it a chance.
His argument: Whatever.
My argument: (Said to myself) I'm going to lose this argument.
So what do I do?
The mature adult me says make him do it. He'll thank me later. The annoyed part of me says let him quit. If he doesn't enjoy it or want to do it and it makes him miserable, is it really teaching him anything?
I'm all for teaching our kids that life isn't easy and sometimes we have to do things we don't like. I'm not sure if I want to use piano to reinforce that life lesson. I want it to be something that is enjoyed and appreciated, not scorned and rejected.
I love music. All kinds. I wish I had stuck with piano longer, but at the time, I was so glad to quit. I had better things to do, in my mind. I was about 10, too. I remember thinking the EXACT same things he has said.
He and I are quite similar in our temperments, interests, attitudes. I understand how he feels. What to do? What to do?
I'm torn.
Help me!
Elijah is entirely, 100% adamant that learning to play the piano is "pointless." His words. The days he has lessons, he is moody, crabby and mad at me. None of which I particularly enjoy dealing with.
His argument: Why do I have to learn something that I don't like and don't see a point in doing?
My argument: There are lots of things in life that we don't appreciate til later. I think piano is one of those things.
His argument: It's suppose to be a hobby, which is something someone enjoys doing. I do not enjoy piano.
My argument: It's not so much a hobby (unless, he wanted it to be), it's more like a school subject. Like history or language.
His argument: But, I like school. I don't like piano.
My argument: You may not now, but you'll be glad to know, at least the basics at some point in your life.
His argument: I'd rather be doing something I really enjoy doing.
My argument: You may really enjoy playing piano if you gave it a chance.
His argument: Whatever.
My argument: (Said to myself) I'm going to lose this argument.
So what do I do?
The mature adult me says make him do it. He'll thank me later. The annoyed part of me says let him quit. If he doesn't enjoy it or want to do it and it makes him miserable, is it really teaching him anything?
I'm all for teaching our kids that life isn't easy and sometimes we have to do things we don't like. I'm not sure if I want to use piano to reinforce that life lesson. I want it to be something that is enjoyed and appreciated, not scorned and rejected.
I love music. All kinds. I wish I had stuck with piano longer, but at the time, I was so glad to quit. I had better things to do, in my mind. I was about 10, too. I remember thinking the EXACT same things he has said.
He and I are quite similar in our temperments, interests, attitudes. I understand how he feels. What to do? What to do?
I'm torn.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Recipes
I have a cooking problem.
It's not so much the cooking, as the cleaning up part. I hate cleaning up. That's not a problem I can fix though so I'm going to move on to my other problem.
Recipes.
I have recipes I love and use often. Too often, in fact.
Over the years, I've collected recipe books, recipes from websites, recipes from friends, trying to add some variety to our usual fare.,
I have ALOT of recipes and they are EVERYWHERE!!
So, in an attempt to organize my cooking life, I bought a photo album, some notecards and little tabs.
I am in the process of organizing my recipes. If I have a favorite recipe from a cookbook, I'm going to write down what book it's in and what page. Then I don't have to hunt through multiple books looking for it. Website favorites are getting written down, as well. At some point, hopefully in the near future, I will have a single album of recipes to use...
During this time of transition, we may be eating a lot of fast food.
It's not so much the cooking, as the cleaning up part. I hate cleaning up. That's not a problem I can fix though so I'm going to move on to my other problem.
Recipes.
I have recipes I love and use often. Too often, in fact.
Over the years, I've collected recipe books, recipes from websites, recipes from friends, trying to add some variety to our usual fare.,
I have ALOT of recipes and they are EVERYWHERE!!
So, in an attempt to organize my cooking life, I bought a photo album, some notecards and little tabs.
I am in the process of organizing my recipes. If I have a favorite recipe from a cookbook, I'm going to write down what book it's in and what page. Then I don't have to hunt through multiple books looking for it. Website favorites are getting written down, as well. At some point, hopefully in the near future, I will have a single album of recipes to use...
During this time of transition, we may be eating a lot of fast food.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Look what I found today?!?!
The ONLY pictures we have of the first few days of Elijah's life.
Please disregard the bloated, puffy faced 20 year old and focus on the little bundle she is holding!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Exercise
I'm a fan of it.
Mostly, I think it's great for other people.
I'm a fan of it, like I'm a fan of eating contests.
It baffles and amazes me what people can do to or with their bodies.
I'm kidding. Well, not about the eating contest thing. Those people are baffling.
I do like exercise. Somedays I like the idea of it more then the actual doing of it!
In the past 4+ years, I've slowly, but surely made excercise a part of my weekly schedule. I say weekly, because I don't do it on a daily basis.
There have been times when I'm very focused and intent and do it faithfully. Then, my schedule gets whacked out or I get lazy and only get myself to the gym once or twice a week. And, I'm ok with that.
I remember the first spring we had moved to town and I just stood at my window or stared out the car window at an intersection at all the people out running. All I could think was, "Weird."
When the weather warms up and even when it isn't warm, people are out. Running, biking, walking. I think just seeing that made me think about excercising more. Not that I did it right away, but I thought about it.
Having Chad working at the Y is obviously a major influence, as well. Hard to make up too many excuses when you have a free gym membership and child care.
So, over the years, I've changed. What I would never have thought I could do or even want to do, I've done. It has been in microscopic stages at times, but I look back at what I considered a good workout 4 years ago and what I can do now and it's amazing where baby steps will get you.
I did a mini triathlon 2 summers ago.
I'm doing an indoor triathlon tomorrow. I would have NEVER thought I would physically be able to do that, let alone mentally.
My point is that every little step matters when it comes to exercise. I have exercise ADD. I can't do the same thing every day. I'll quit cause I'm bored. Know yourself. It's taken me a lot of trial and error and I still spaz out and don't do anything for days on end sometimes.
You can find couch potato to marathon in 12 week programs, but that's not for everyone. It's taking the one class that scares you cause you don't think you could do it, that you go to anyway. It's signing up for a run or tri that makes you have a panic attack just thinking about it. It's not beating yourself up when you don't work out for a few days. It's just changing the landscape of how you think about exercise. It's not an all or nothing deal.
I'll never be an elite athlete, but that's just fine. Those people make me tired, as I sit in awe, eating my oreos.
I'm a fan of exercise. Today, anyway.
Mostly, I think it's great for other people.
I'm a fan of it, like I'm a fan of eating contests.
It baffles and amazes me what people can do to or with their bodies.
I'm kidding. Well, not about the eating contest thing. Those people are baffling.
I do like exercise. Somedays I like the idea of it more then the actual doing of it!
In the past 4+ years, I've slowly, but surely made excercise a part of my weekly schedule. I say weekly, because I don't do it on a daily basis.
There have been times when I'm very focused and intent and do it faithfully. Then, my schedule gets whacked out or I get lazy and only get myself to the gym once or twice a week. And, I'm ok with that.
I remember the first spring we had moved to town and I just stood at my window or stared out the car window at an intersection at all the people out running. All I could think was, "Weird."
When the weather warms up and even when it isn't warm, people are out. Running, biking, walking. I think just seeing that made me think about excercising more. Not that I did it right away, but I thought about it.
Having Chad working at the Y is obviously a major influence, as well. Hard to make up too many excuses when you have a free gym membership and child care.
So, over the years, I've changed. What I would never have thought I could do or even want to do, I've done. It has been in microscopic stages at times, but I look back at what I considered a good workout 4 years ago and what I can do now and it's amazing where baby steps will get you.
I did a mini triathlon 2 summers ago.
My point is that every little step matters when it comes to exercise. I have exercise ADD. I can't do the same thing every day. I'll quit cause I'm bored. Know yourself. It's taken me a lot of trial and error and I still spaz out and don't do anything for days on end sometimes.
You can find couch potato to marathon in 12 week programs, but that's not for everyone. It's taking the one class that scares you cause you don't think you could do it, that you go to anyway. It's signing up for a run or tri that makes you have a panic attack just thinking about it. It's not beating yourself up when you don't work out for a few days. It's just changing the landscape of how you think about exercise. It's not an all or nothing deal.
I'll never be an elite athlete, but that's just fine. Those people make me tired, as I sit in awe, eating my oreos.
I'm a fan of exercise. Today, anyway.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Road trip induced thoughts
I went to my parents this past weekend.
It was refreshing in every way except the sleep category.
So glad I went and per usual, I really enjoyed the ride home.
Kids all fell asleep and I had total quiet for about 3 hours.
A few thoughts I had while I was driving...
--I haven't been the happiest person lately. I usually am and I feel like the past few months, I'm forcing it somethings and not even trying other times. I have so much to be happy about and thankful for, and I just cannot seem to break out of this funk. I don't like it and I'm working on it. I pray alot.
--I don't think anyone who it would affect reads this blog so I'm going to go ahead and put it out there that my brother Isaac and his fiancee have set a wedding date! Easter weekend!! I super-de-duper love his fiancee. She is simply lovely. Inside and out. Oddly, I have thought so much about what Luke would say about all this. He and Isaac were so close to each other and I know he would be so proud of who Isaac is today and who he has chosen to spend his life with, just like the rest of us. I imagine he would be a little jealous too cause she's pretty amazing.
--Speaking of Luke, when several us get together, like this weekend, there are always a few moments where I just wonder about who he would be. Would he laugh at the stuff we all laugh at? Would he like the kinds of music we all seem to like? Just makes me wonder...
--I saw Gabe play this weekend and he just keeps getting better. Better at the technical stuff, better at the vocals, just better. I so much want him to really "make it" in music. He loves it and he's good. If only, that was all you needed.
--I thought, again, of Luke and if things had gone differently, would Gabe be where he is at? He pursued music after Luke died. There are alot of emotions that Gabe has put into his lyrics and songs. It's powerful and moving. I wonder...
--I am so baffled by the amount of illness that has ran through our household the past few months. We have never had anything like this and I've always thought my kids had pretty robust immune systems. Guess not.
--I love my sisters. We are working on starting a blog together. We all blog separately so thought we might as well collaborate. It could be awesome... or lame. Not sure yet.
--Caleb has been a total and utter pain. I would like to send him to boot camp...or military school...or obedience training. Or anything else that would get me off the hook from following him around all day telling him 'NO' or 'STOP IT'. It gets really old. His new favorite phrase upon be reprimanded..."I don't care." I'm in so much trouble.
--My mom is amazing. She is working on an idea. A really good idea to set up some kind of mentoring/counseling system within our church bodies for pastors and their wives when they go through loss. I had never really thought about it, but pastor's families are in a very unique position in a community and do require a different type of counseling, I think. It's a wonderful idea and I hope it all works out!
I suppose that's all for now. I love having time to think quietly. It's therapeutic.
It was refreshing in every way except the sleep category.
So glad I went and per usual, I really enjoyed the ride home.
Kids all fell asleep and I had total quiet for about 3 hours.
A few thoughts I had while I was driving...
--I haven't been the happiest person lately. I usually am and I feel like the past few months, I'm forcing it somethings and not even trying other times. I have so much to be happy about and thankful for, and I just cannot seem to break out of this funk. I don't like it and I'm working on it. I pray alot.
--I don't think anyone who it would affect reads this blog so I'm going to go ahead and put it out there that my brother Isaac and his fiancee have set a wedding date! Easter weekend!! I super-de-duper love his fiancee. She is simply lovely. Inside and out. Oddly, I have thought so much about what Luke would say about all this. He and Isaac were so close to each other and I know he would be so proud of who Isaac is today and who he has chosen to spend his life with, just like the rest of us. I imagine he would be a little jealous too cause she's pretty amazing.
--Speaking of Luke, when several us get together, like this weekend, there are always a few moments where I just wonder about who he would be. Would he laugh at the stuff we all laugh at? Would he like the kinds of music we all seem to like? Just makes me wonder...
--I saw Gabe play this weekend and he just keeps getting better. Better at the technical stuff, better at the vocals, just better. I so much want him to really "make it" in music. He loves it and he's good. If only, that was all you needed.
--I thought, again, of Luke and if things had gone differently, would Gabe be where he is at? He pursued music after Luke died. There are alot of emotions that Gabe has put into his lyrics and songs. It's powerful and moving. I wonder...
--I am so baffled by the amount of illness that has ran through our household the past few months. We have never had anything like this and I've always thought my kids had pretty robust immune systems. Guess not.
--I love my sisters. We are working on starting a blog together. We all blog separately so thought we might as well collaborate. It could be awesome... or lame. Not sure yet.
--Caleb has been a total and utter pain. I would like to send him to boot camp...or military school...or obedience training. Or anything else that would get me off the hook from following him around all day telling him 'NO' or 'STOP IT'. It gets really old. His new favorite phrase upon be reprimanded..."I don't care." I'm in so much trouble.
--My mom is amazing. She is working on an idea. A really good idea to set up some kind of mentoring/counseling system within our church bodies for pastors and their wives when they go through loss. I had never really thought about it, but pastor's families are in a very unique position in a community and do require a different type of counseling, I think. It's a wonderful idea and I hope it all works out!
I suppose that's all for now. I love having time to think quietly. It's therapeutic.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Double digits
10.
That's a big number.
He was suppose to be born March 19, which is why when I started having contractions on February 16, I did not think they were legit.
My first baby.
I hadn't take childbirth classes.
I didn't really think I needed to.
My mom was a midwife. I'd seen enough of the childbirth classes my mom taught to the Amish at our house growing up.
She had this cushy uterus/pelvic thing that she pushed a baby doll through.
No big deal, right?
I also read What to Expect when You're Expecting.
Does that count as childbirth classes?
No.
Ok, back to my point. Which is, you ask??
This guy!
10 years ago, I randomly went into labor over a month before I was suppose to.
I was scared, but oddly calm.
I already had my bag for the hospital packed.
We left for the hospital and then had to go back home to get our camera, which we then forgot at the hospital when we left there a few days later. Never to be found again.
The only photos we have of Elijah in the hospital are a few the couple next to us took and gave to us on a floppy disk, which I can't put on this computer. Boo!!
Now, I will tell you that I was pretty upset that I was going into labor so early for one specific reason.
It's dumb, but I was worried what people would say.
Chad and I had eloped and gotten pregnant IMMEDIATELY.
Like, I think when he kissed me after my dad pronounced us husband and wife, I was knocked up.
TMI?
Sorry.
Anywho, now I was having a baby 8 months later.
Suspicious?
Yep.
So, for all time and here in the cyber world, I will tell you that Elijah was not illegitimately conceived.
Just wanted to get that out there.
He will be quite embarrassed someday by this statement.
Again, back to my point...I'm all over the place today...Sorry!
It's cause my #1 is 10 and I'm dying inside.
He was a tiny 6 lbs and 1 oz and perfect.
He had blonde hair and the bluest eyes.
His hair has darkened, but those eyes have stayed perfectly blue.
He has challenged every fiber of my being and made me look at the world in a whole new way.
His presence has made me feel the highest highs and the lowest lows.
And, if I could choose the kind of child to have, I'd choose him.
In honor of the big 10, here are 10 reasons why Elijah is the bomb-diggity.
I think bomb-diggity should be used more.
10. He is so snuggly. He loves a good cuddle and I hope he never grows out of that.
9. He wasn't offended when I told him I thought he looked like an alien when he was born.
8. He loves to draw. If you haven't seen his ceiling and wall in his room, you should. It's awesome.
7. He loves to read. BIG books. Boy after my own heart. :)
6. He geniunely HATES to do anything wrong. This is a double-edged sword. He sees his world very black and white.
5. He and Autumn are best friends. Don't tell them that cause they'll get mad.
4. He can just as easily play with a friend his own age as he can with his 5 or 2 year old brothers.
3. He is kind-hearted and considerate of others.
2. He is a gentle spirit and LOVES all animals, but dogs, wolves and lions the best.
1. He's stinkin' adorable! :) Don't believe me?
Look at these!
That's a big number.
He was suppose to be born March 19, which is why when I started having contractions on February 16, I did not think they were legit.
My first baby.
I hadn't take childbirth classes.
I didn't really think I needed to.
My mom was a midwife. I'd seen enough of the childbirth classes my mom taught to the Amish at our house growing up.
She had this cushy uterus/pelvic thing that she pushed a baby doll through.
No big deal, right?
I also read What to Expect when You're Expecting.
Does that count as childbirth classes?
No.
Ok, back to my point. Which is, you ask??
This guy!
I was scared, but oddly calm.
I already had my bag for the hospital packed.
We left for the hospital and then had to go back home to get our camera, which we then forgot at the hospital when we left there a few days later. Never to be found again.
The only photos we have of Elijah in the hospital are a few the couple next to us took and gave to us on a floppy disk, which I can't put on this computer. Boo!!
Now, I will tell you that I was pretty upset that I was going into labor so early for one specific reason.
It's dumb, but I was worried what people would say.
Chad and I had eloped and gotten pregnant IMMEDIATELY.
Like, I think when he kissed me after my dad pronounced us husband and wife, I was knocked up.
TMI?
Sorry.
Anywho, now I was having a baby 8 months later.
Suspicious?
Yep.
So, for all time and here in the cyber world, I will tell you that Elijah was not illegitimately conceived.
Just wanted to get that out there.
He will be quite embarrassed someday by this statement.
Again, back to my point...I'm all over the place today...Sorry!
It's cause my #1 is 10 and I'm dying inside.
He was a tiny 6 lbs and 1 oz and perfect.
He had blonde hair and the bluest eyes.
His hair has darkened, but those eyes have stayed perfectly blue.
He has challenged every fiber of my being and made me look at the world in a whole new way.
His presence has made me feel the highest highs and the lowest lows.
And, if I could choose the kind of child to have, I'd choose him.
In honor of the big 10, here are 10 reasons why Elijah is the bomb-diggity.
I think bomb-diggity should be used more.
10. He is so snuggly. He loves a good cuddle and I hope he never grows out of that.
9. He wasn't offended when I told him I thought he looked like an alien when he was born.
8. He loves to draw. If you haven't seen his ceiling and wall in his room, you should. It's awesome.
7. He loves to read. BIG books. Boy after my own heart. :)
6. He geniunely HATES to do anything wrong. This is a double-edged sword. He sees his world very black and white.
5. He and Autumn are best friends. Don't tell them that cause they'll get mad.
4. He can just as easily play with a friend his own age as he can with his 5 or 2 year old brothers.
3. He is kind-hearted and considerate of others.
2. He is a gentle spirit and LOVES all animals, but dogs, wolves and lions the best.
1. He's stinkin' adorable! :) Don't believe me?
Look at these!
Happy Birthday, Elijah!!
Monday, February 14, 2011
VD
No not venereal disease, cause I know that's what you were thinking.
I'm talkin' bout Valentine's Day, people.
The day of LOVE!!
The DUMBEST pseudo-holiday around.
And this is coming from someone who has rarely not had a special someone on this day.
I'm not bragging.
I'm just making the point that it's not just the people who DON'T have someone to give them chocolate, flowers and sappy cards that think this holiday is dumb.
Now, I have been known to enjoy this day.
I'm not necessarily the Grinch of VD.
And, I'm the first to admit that if the hubs DOESN'T at least acknowledge the day in some small way (a flower, a card, or lots of kisses), then I MIGHT get a little snarky.
It's just the pressure of the "holiday" that bothers me. It seems that if you don't do anything for your significant other on this day, you're lame or don't REALLY love them.
I don't need a specific day to tell me that I should tell someone that I love and appreciate them. I prefer random acts of love, given and received.
Mostly, I see it as an opportunity for the retail sector to survive the dry spell between Christmas and Easter.
So, just in case you were wondering about how I feel about VD, now you know.
Hope I didn't put a damper on your lovey, dovey, romantic day!
HAPPY VD!!!
I'm talkin' bout Valentine's Day, people.
The day of LOVE!!
The DUMBEST pseudo-holiday around.
And this is coming from someone who has rarely not had a special someone on this day.
I'm not bragging.
I'm just making the point that it's not just the people who DON'T have someone to give them chocolate, flowers and sappy cards that think this holiday is dumb.
Now, I have been known to enjoy this day.
I'm not necessarily the Grinch of VD.
And, I'm the first to admit that if the hubs DOESN'T at least acknowledge the day in some small way (a flower, a card, or lots of kisses), then I MIGHT get a little snarky.
It's just the pressure of the "holiday" that bothers me. It seems that if you don't do anything for your significant other on this day, you're lame or don't REALLY love them.
I don't need a specific day to tell me that I should tell someone that I love and appreciate them. I prefer random acts of love, given and received.
Mostly, I see it as an opportunity for the retail sector to survive the dry spell between Christmas and Easter.
So, just in case you were wondering about how I feel about VD, now you know.
Hope I didn't put a damper on your lovey, dovey, romantic day!
HAPPY VD!!!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The what ifs...
I left yesterday for a little while to run some errands.
Upon arriving home, I got out of the car and started walking towards the front porch.
Next to the porch, there were several of Autumn's dolls and toys.
"Strange." I thought.
Then I looked up.
Autumn's window was open.
She doesn't have a screen on her window. It's a constant unsettling feeling. She is suppose to keep it locked at all times.
I went in the house and told Autumn and Cory to come outside.
Neither of them had done it.
Caleb comes up behind us and says, "I did it."
Well, that mystery is solved.
My heart starts racing, that scary, panicky feeling hits me.
I run upstairs with Caleb into Autumn's room.
There are about 10-15 other things on the roof right outside her window.
Pictures, books, clothes...
He had unlocked the window and thrown everything in reach out the window.
By God's grace, he didn't get himself out the window.
It's a steep roof.
I climbed out to get all the stuff, then my mind went to all of the what ifs...I had to stop and just hug his little punk, trouble-causing , heart-attack inducing self.
Upon arriving home, I got out of the car and started walking towards the front porch.
Next to the porch, there were several of Autumn's dolls and toys.
"Strange." I thought.
Then I looked up.
Autumn's window was open.
I went in the house and told Autumn and Cory to come outside.
Neither of them had done it.
Caleb comes up behind us and says, "I did it."
Well, that mystery is solved.
My heart starts racing, that scary, panicky feeling hits me.
I run upstairs with Caleb into Autumn's room.
There are about 10-15 other things on the roof right outside her window.
Pictures, books, clothes...
He had unlocked the window and thrown everything in reach out the window.
By God's grace, he didn't get himself out the window.
It's a steep roof.
I climbed out to get all the stuff, then my mind went to all of the what ifs...I had to stop and just hug his little punk, trouble-causing , heart-attack inducing self.
Friday, February 11, 2011
"I'm leavin'...on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again."
Oh, how I wish that were true...
I have a problem.
When I get stressed, really stressed, I have a powerful urge to run away.
This looks decent...
I would go there.
Now before we all freak out, I'm not planning on being some tragic character in a novel that leaves her family to get away from the stresses of motherhood and all that jazz to find herself, although that does sound nice.
See, I'm willing to run away with my kids, if needed.
This urge usually includes a desire to run home to my mommy.
Why is that at 30 years old, I still feel like I NEED my mom.
It really feels like she's the only who can "fix" me, sometimes.
I need clarity, relief, distractions, rest. Someone who I know really knows the stress of an absent husband, sick kids for months on end, the urge to run and so much more.
I need someone to tell me all the things I already know. That this too shall past. That this is an internal, spiritual struggle. That' I'm not failing miserably at everything I'm doing.
Going to my parents provides me all that.
I am my most ME with them.
I don't have to pretend that Chad's jobs aren't sucking the life out of our family and we don't know how to fix it.
I don't have to pretend that, as much as I love my kids deep down, they haven't lately made me want to crawl into a hole til spring.
I know that although I DO feel that way, they will make me feel like it's not that bad and we're all going to be ok.
So, thanks to my thoughtful and caring little sister, I'm going to go see my family next weekend.
I'm going to hang on by my nubby little fingernails and not go crazy this week.
I will even try to enjoy the week.
And I will gladly run away next weekend and hopefully come back with all those things my heart needs... and some good memories.
I have a problem.
When I get stressed, really stressed, I have a powerful urge to run away.
This looks decent...
I would go there.
Now before we all freak out, I'm not planning on being some tragic character in a novel that leaves her family to get away from the stresses of motherhood and all that jazz to find herself, although that does sound nice.
See, I'm willing to run away with my kids, if needed.
This urge usually includes a desire to run home to my mommy.
Why is that at 30 years old, I still feel like I NEED my mom.
It really feels like she's the only who can "fix" me, sometimes.
I need clarity, relief, distractions, rest. Someone who I know really knows the stress of an absent husband, sick kids for months on end, the urge to run and so much more.
I need someone to tell me all the things I already know. That this too shall past. That this is an internal, spiritual struggle. That' I'm not failing miserably at everything I'm doing.
Going to my parents provides me all that.
I am my most ME with them.
I don't have to pretend that Chad's jobs aren't sucking the life out of our family and we don't know how to fix it.
I don't have to pretend that, as much as I love my kids deep down, they haven't lately made me want to crawl into a hole til spring.
I know that although I DO feel that way, they will make me feel like it's not that bad and we're all going to be ok.
So, thanks to my thoughtful and caring little sister, I'm going to go see my family next weekend.
I'm going to hang on by my nubby little fingernails and not go crazy this week.
I will even try to enjoy the week.
And I will gladly run away next weekend and hopefully come back with all those things my heart needs... and some good memories.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Checking out...
I really probably shouldn't be homeschooling.
I've said that since I started it 4+ years ago.
I pretty much mentally check out after Christmas. Well, if I'm honest, it's usually around Thanksgiving that I lose all motivation to "do school."
That's pretty sad.
Nothing makes me want to homeschool at this point, except an obligation to finish out the year.
My only saving grace is that, so far, the 2 children I have homeschooled were and are very independent and self-motivated.
And, it's right about this time of year that I question why I choose to homeschool for any length of time and if I think it's really better for them or us as a family.
This is the conclusion I usually come to...I homeschool partially out of obligation and partially out of a desire to maintain a heavier influence over my kids for just a few years longer.
Not necessarily because I can give them a better education. In fact, I don't know if they do get a better education with me.
I absolutely believe they COULD, if I would be more on top of things or if that was what I was motivated by.
I can make every argument under the sun why I think homeschooling is, by in large, a better situation for most kids. I can even convince myself that those are all the reasons I homeschool, as well.
But, if I'm honest, that's not why I do it.
I'm a half-ass homeschooler (pardon the language).
I love it for what it could be and hate it for what I'm not.
And there in rests the guilt for doing it and not doing it well enough and the guilt in letting it go, if we do.
I cannot wrap my head around working with multiple children, so we have come to this crossroads before when Elijah was getting a little older and Autumn was needing more attention, schoolwise. We're there again with Autumn and now Cory. I want that one on one time with Cory and I can't seem to find it with the time it takes for Autumn's work. Maybe I'm not organized enough, or I'm too busy with other activities(like blogging :) ), or who knows what else.
All I know is, it feels like Cory is getting the short end in this situation and I hate that.
So round and round I go...what to do, what to do???
I've said that since I started it 4+ years ago.
I pretty much mentally check out after Christmas. Well, if I'm honest, it's usually around Thanksgiving that I lose all motivation to "do school."
That's pretty sad.
Nothing makes me want to homeschool at this point, except an obligation to finish out the year.
My only saving grace is that, so far, the 2 children I have homeschooled were and are very independent and self-motivated.
And, it's right about this time of year that I question why I choose to homeschool for any length of time and if I think it's really better for them or us as a family.
This is the conclusion I usually come to...I homeschool partially out of obligation and partially out of a desire to maintain a heavier influence over my kids for just a few years longer.
Not necessarily because I can give them a better education. In fact, I don't know if they do get a better education with me.
I absolutely believe they COULD, if I would be more on top of things or if that was what I was motivated by.
I can make every argument under the sun why I think homeschooling is, by in large, a better situation for most kids. I can even convince myself that those are all the reasons I homeschool, as well.
But, if I'm honest, that's not why I do it.
I'm a half-ass homeschooler (pardon the language).
I love it for what it could be and hate it for what I'm not.
And there in rests the guilt for doing it and not doing it well enough and the guilt in letting it go, if we do.
I cannot wrap my head around working with multiple children, so we have come to this crossroads before when Elijah was getting a little older and Autumn was needing more attention, schoolwise. We're there again with Autumn and now Cory. I want that one on one time with Cory and I can't seem to find it with the time it takes for Autumn's work. Maybe I'm not organized enough, or I'm too busy with other activities(like blogging :) ), or who knows what else.
All I know is, it feels like Cory is getting the short end in this situation and I hate that.
So round and round I go...what to do, what to do???
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Random thoughts on a snow day.
It's pretty stinkin' cold outside.
Trust me, I know.
I looked out the window and our heating system hasn't turned off in hours.
I haven't actually gone outside since Sunday and I don't really plan on going out today.
I might make myself run to Walmart because we're running low on food, but I think we could survive another day, if I didn't, so we'll see.
No school the last 2 days either. Sometimes I think we're kinda wimpy around here, weather-wise, but I'm not really gonna complain about school getting cancelled.
I didn't want to get Elijah out to school the last 2 mornings.
Snow days around here involve alot of yelling, fort-building, movies, fighting, and general discontent.
My kids need outdoor air. Although it would seem they are getting it through all the drafts in the house, but that doesn't seem to be enough!
I have been basically useless the last 2 days because I started reading The Lovely Bones and then the first 2 books in The Hunger Games series. Both addictive reading on my part.
I coudn't put them down, which means my house was in total disarray and we had graham crackers and marshmellow creme for dinner.
Don't judge me, please.
I'm getting the itch to defunk, which is pretty funny when I look around our house. It is plenty furnished for my taste and probably very sparsely furnished by other people's standards. It's just getting to that time of year, I guess.
I need to get rid of stuff!
Anything!
Hopefully, my kids survive the defunking...I don't think they take children at Goodwill.
We had our 2 quarterbacks and one of their girlfriends over for lunch on Sunday. It was an entirely pleasant afternoon. They are both really nice, genuine guys and I just HATE that only one of them will start in the fall.
I'm sitting under the boys room, which is where the kids are all playing. It's sounds like a herd of elephants are running around up there.
I have not been able to stop thinking about adopting a child or children from Haiti the last few months. It's almost always in the back of my mind as something I would love to do, but it's definitely moved to the front recently. Don't know why. I just pray for them, not knowing who they might be. If we have a child or children that will one day be ours, I want them to stay safe and healthy. Praying can't hurt.
We're still a long way from actually adopting them. Haiti adoptions are notoriously difficult and drawn out. One of us has to be 35 anyway, so we have some time. And, we can't be poor. Which I don't feel like we're poor, but according to the government, we're too poor to adopt. So, we have a few years to remedy that, as well.
I am anxiously anticipating a girls' weekend in Omaha in March. And by anxious, I mean I spend too much time looking up things in Omaha and dreaming about it. I have an unnatural LOVE for Omaha. I have never lived there, but have been there enough to know it's one of the coolest cities in the country.
Really, it is!
And, I can't wait to go hang out with a bunch of my favorite girls!
Has this post gotten obnoxiously long or what?
You'll have to forgive me. I haven't been outside or really talked to an adult, besides Chad, since Sunday.
So, happy snow day. I might be bored enough to post again later!
Trust me, I know.
I looked out the window and our heating system hasn't turned off in hours.
I haven't actually gone outside since Sunday and I don't really plan on going out today.
I might make myself run to Walmart because we're running low on food, but I think we could survive another day, if I didn't, so we'll see.
No school the last 2 days either. Sometimes I think we're kinda wimpy around here, weather-wise, but I'm not really gonna complain about school getting cancelled.
I didn't want to get Elijah out to school the last 2 mornings.
Snow days around here involve alot of yelling, fort-building, movies, fighting, and general discontent.
My kids need outdoor air. Although it would seem they are getting it through all the drafts in the house, but that doesn't seem to be enough!
I have been basically useless the last 2 days because I started reading The Lovely Bones and then the first 2 books in The Hunger Games series. Both addictive reading on my part.
I coudn't put them down, which means my house was in total disarray and we had graham crackers and marshmellow creme for dinner.
Don't judge me, please.
I'm getting the itch to defunk, which is pretty funny when I look around our house. It is plenty furnished for my taste and probably very sparsely furnished by other people's standards. It's just getting to that time of year, I guess.
I need to get rid of stuff!
Anything!
Hopefully, my kids survive the defunking...I don't think they take children at Goodwill.
We had our 2 quarterbacks and one of their girlfriends over for lunch on Sunday. It was an entirely pleasant afternoon. They are both really nice, genuine guys and I just HATE that only one of them will start in the fall.
I'm sitting under the boys room, which is where the kids are all playing. It's sounds like a herd of elephants are running around up there.
I have not been able to stop thinking about adopting a child or children from Haiti the last few months. It's almost always in the back of my mind as something I would love to do, but it's definitely moved to the front recently. Don't know why. I just pray for them, not knowing who they might be. If we have a child or children that will one day be ours, I want them to stay safe and healthy. Praying can't hurt.
We're still a long way from actually adopting them. Haiti adoptions are notoriously difficult and drawn out. One of us has to be 35 anyway, so we have some time. And, we can't be poor. Which I don't feel like we're poor, but according to the government, we're too poor to adopt. So, we have a few years to remedy that, as well.
I am anxiously anticipating a girls' weekend in Omaha in March. And by anxious, I mean I spend too much time looking up things in Omaha and dreaming about it. I have an unnatural LOVE for Omaha. I have never lived there, but have been there enough to know it's one of the coolest cities in the country.
Really, it is!
And, I can't wait to go hang out with a bunch of my favorite girls!
Has this post gotten obnoxiously long or what?
You'll have to forgive me. I haven't been outside or really talked to an adult, besides Chad, since Sunday.
So, happy snow day. I might be bored enough to post again later!
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