Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Creature from the Black Yoga-Pant Lagoon

{I was reading the Pioneer Woman's blog the other day, and she was sorry for only blogging about one subject lately - her eldest going off to college - and that she ought to experienced enough to write on a variety of subjects. That right there: that thought never occurred to me. I always write about the same thing. But I guess that's part of the blessing of obscurity. She has hundreds of thousands of people reading her, and I have twelve, so you know, I can do what I want.}

We've just barely been making it today. Haven't done any chores. Took more than an hour for Adele to fall asleep for her nap. And we hardly have any edible vegetables in our fridge...though, I'm sure if I was hungry enough, I could make limp celery work and slimy mushrooms. *Note to self: clean out fridge*
So after limping through the day in such a manner, I finally mustered enough energy to shower and try to look &  feel more like a lady, rather than creature from the black yoga-pant lagoon.
I prefer to be a lady.
I ate some chocolate. Donned make-up and earrings. And dabbed some "energy" essential oil on my wrist. All right! Ready to conquer the world...or at least get my children ready and some food for church tonight (which I'd been all too willing to forego, my previous mental state).
One problem has arisen. The energy blend of oils which starts with a zesty lemon aroma, has matured into something that is more akin to 'stale church building' you know that smell? Dusty bowls of potpourri, well worn hymnals, and 30 year old carpet. Yeah, that's it. So, I'm not feeling as energetic as I'd hoped, and mostly just want to wash my arms to get away from the scent.
Nevertheless, I got out of that lagoon, and with a spoonful of determination might yet make something of this day. 

Monday, August 17, 2015


it's been a needy day around here.
{said while nursing and typing left-handed)

Adele is starting to potty train, and today i realized part of why she likes this process. she's got hattie for a good example and she's got everyone cheering for her, but when it comes down to it, the little darling gets time to talk with mama or daddy by herself. I took her potty earlier and sat in the floor while she talked a mile a minute, never wanting to be "done." I couldn't help but smile at her chatter and drink in those moments, but at the same time young Hattie was being awfully quiet with her paints in the kitchen....

when I finally went to check, I found the table soaked in paint water, and I vacillated between the children, with Adele hollering for me from the potty - though she was neither done or in any situation of need. And of course, Elijah's nap was soon ended in this scenario.
Ahh, I need three pairs of arms!
But God only gave me two arms and an opportunity for little people to exercise their patience muscles.


It's been a busy day, not In a frantic, harried way, but in full and tiring way. By 2pm, the afternoon slump hit full force, along with the fringes of a headache - brain ache - and we headed out for some vitamin D. I felt like I'd been teaching, reading, talking and listening nonstop all day. Fresh air worked wonders. I was starting to miss doing some of those Mindless chores for brain rest time.
I'm thankful for those little times of rest and refreshment since mothers don't have the luxury of "break time".

Saturday, August 15, 2015

giraffe pajamas

There's a Sweet baby sleeping clad in little giraffe pajamas....pajamas that are Rather homely on their own, but when worn by such a Cute baby. Oh my. Those feet sticking out the end are almost too much. I'd kiss em if wouldn't Risk waking the wee one.
Also, these are 9month pajamas. Elijah is only 3.5 months! My heart! This baby is growing so fast.

Elijah is giggling at us these days and is eager to sit up and move around. He woo's us with his one dimpled smile.

Sometimes it's hard for me to remember that this snuggly baby will soon transform into a toddler with a full-blown sin nature showing it's true colors. It's hard to think that he won't always be cuddled up next to me just smiling at my funny faces and baby talk. He'll soon begin to display his personality, and he'll think about hard things, and one day he'll be a grown man.
But right now, in this moment, he sleeps in my arms - and I want to soak in every bit of his baby days. Because, regardless of the hard work involved, they are all too fleeting.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015


My daddy - oh, he's prepared. He's got you covered whether you need to scale down a mountain side or dig a hole or start a fire or any number of things...if he's got his vehicle, he's got 200lb of stuff to help you out.

I, on the other hand, don't feel that compulsion to carry so much in the "just in case" category. I feel like I'm doing really well if I have a change of clothes for the children (and I guess I'm not doing really well most of the time, lately anyway).

BUT, I'll tell you what I am prepared for: winter!

Maybe it's just me, but hitting the consignment sales and getting all the cool weather clothes washed and packed away for a few more months gives me such a feeling of calm. Because come the first cold snap, I don't have to panic about not having a long sleeve shirt or pants for a child. Praise the Lord, it's already done and waiting for the need to arise.
That I love.

Thursday, July 30, 2015


It's almost over. My county is starting school tomorrow.
Man, what happened to starting school after Labor day?

Actually, I never started school after labor day, either. But it really did use to be mid-to-late august.

Anyhow...our school books were delivered last week, but we were too busy to revel in them till Sunday afternoon. And we dove in whole-heartedly on monday morning.

I am loving this. All the way around, adding school to our schedule has been perfect.
PtL and pass the books. 

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Part 2

I was asked what book it was that challenged and encouraged me to knuckle down and make some changes in our family...and really, I'm a little hesitant to say, partially because it wasn't a book geared toward sticking to a schedule or cutting out sugar {and partially because it was a Vision Forum book and may not be available anymore -- though I did find a few copies on Amazon}
Ten Ps in a Pod, by Arnold Pent.
It's a story about growing up in a large family, and traveling around the country almost continually with their evangelistic daddy. Mr. Pent held a firm belief that you should nourish the soul at least as much as you nourish the body, and so held family devotions for half an hour after every meal. He also required each child to have private devotions for half an hour from ages 6-11, and from 12-21, a full hour of reading/prayer before breakfast. His unwavering dedication to this brought about children who were positively steeped in the Word of God, and from such oft exposure, could quote long passages and even whole books of the bible...and that done without specific memory verse instruction.
The Pent Family also highlighted themes of hard work, regular exercise, wholesome food, and trusting in the Lord's providence.
Granted, when reading aloud to my girls, I have had to skip over some of their theological segments {the Pents being of the "getting people saved" variety of Christian, and ourselves being the "God does the saving" variety}, but other than that, I really enjoyed it.
You can read further reviews from Amazon here.

Friday, July 17, 2015


Ok. So I know that the third day after surgery is supposed to be the worst....does the same apply to the third day of starting a new schedule??
'Cause it seems like it.

For a little back-story: We had quite a bit of company last week and the weekend before. And by quite a bit, I mean there were 18 of us here. It was a ball, really, I'm not being sarcastic. I loved it. However, the exhaustion caught up with me on Saturday, and I opted not to attend the family reunion for the opportunity to rest. It made a world of difference.
Then, on Monday I read an encouraging and challenging book, and all of the sudden I felt ready to tackle several areas of our at-home life that needed some changes.

Thus Tuesday morning began with sturdy resolve to drastically reduce the sugar my family consumes. To get in some exercise. To saturate my children with the Word of God. And to make a schedule and stick to it.

It's all been great up till today, which has presented with whiny-children and a tired mama.
And then I start to second guess myself, and say "I just had a baby. What was I thinking trying to snap out of survival mode in an instant??"

But I'm tired of survival mode. It's not much fun.

And I want to be healthy. I want to be a good steward of this body that God has given me, that it could be better used in His service.

So we'll press on towards better health and following a daily schedule for the comfort of familiar routine.

 PS: I ordered our school books this week, so soon we'll be adding a little school work into our day, and we're all excited for that to begin. 

12:58 -- naptime for Adele, coming right up!

Thursday, July 2, 2015


It's been quieter than usual around here, huh? Sorry about that. I let all of June slip by unnoticed. Well, there's this gig I've been working's called "don't let the children squish the baby." It's full time position, and really, it's mostly Adele. I would have thought she might have learned more about being gentle in these last two months(!), but not so much.
How is my newborn two month old already??? That blows me away. I HAVE recently (in the last two weeks) managed to take the children shopping by myself. It may sound crazy, but I like doing the grocery shopping, and doing it with three in tow today was fairly manageable. This brings me to the subject of unloading the car after said shopping trip: I'm thankful for garages for many reasons, not the least of these is that I could nurse the seemingly starving baby while making 42 trips to the van to bring in groceries. And what a leg work-out, as our garage is in the basement!
Thank you, Lord, for giving us a garage! (it's the first we've had since we've been married - coming up on 6 years!)

I had a birthday. The girls were elated to get to have party hats and party blowers and that we really put 26 candles on my cake, for which I'd even made icing (very rare around here)...and I loved their enjoyment of the festivities. I have a book that's centered around making family traditions and memories together, and it's so much more fun to go a little overboard (dollar store style) than to always keep things sedate and as low a key as possible. A special occasion should be special. It's funny the things you learn along the way. You'd have thought I would have known that before now.

We've checked several items off of our summer bucket list already. Blueberry picking was the forerunner...even though Grandmother's bushes didn't produce much this year. We've made vanilla and gone swimming with Grandpa and enjoyed visiting with Kentucky grandparents....and this next week we'll get to check off more family visit and singing school and a family reunion.
Actually, I've called it a bucket list, but the fact is that I'm the only one who knows what is on it. I haven't shared the details with the girls because I'm afraid of setting my standards too high...because life with a newborn is unpredictable, so making moments when we can is about the best I can do. Maybe at the end of the summer, we can review all the fun things we've done. I think I can manage that.

Hope you all have a fun and safe 4th of July!

Saturday, May 30, 2015

time gets by so quickly when you have a newborn (he's a month old already!)....and when the internet it out, it makes it easier to not think about blogging.
We're learning to be a family of five. It's a bit of an adjustment because I Have more children than hands.

I'm thankful for morning sun and cheery bird-song.

I'm thankful for the gift of children, and God's refining of me as a mothers.
I was reading yesterday about how the Apostle Paul was willing to spend and be spent for the sake of the gospel...and I feel like motherhood is that way: it's Hard and taxing, physically and emotionally, but it's such a worthy endeavor.
It's worth all the spit up on your shirt, and the noise and grime of childhood because God called us to this. Because we're leaving an imprint on generations to come. Because the very best thing we can do is to pour ourselves out for our families.

You all are probably much better at all this than I am, and I'm preaching to myself here Because I need it. Because i need to be reminded that this hard work is worth it.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Oh Baby!

It's star wars day. {may the fourth be with you}

Do you remember what that means?
I'll tell you, cause you don't. It's my "due date"!

But....since I gave birth last week, it doesn't really mean much.

Elijah was born big and red. My largest baby at 8lbs 9oz. Sweet, sweet, sweet red hair.

I was slap-bang exhausted from his delivery (which is to say there wasn't anyone commenting that I didn't look like I'd just had a baby this time around), but so relieved that it was over and so glad to get to snuggle with my sweet boy.

It's a joy to be typing one-handed because of the bundle of preciousness sleeping on my chest.

SO THANKFUL FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS here who've helped with the girls and brought meals while I recuperate. What a blessing!!