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!!

Friday, April 10, 2015

I've been tired today. Exhausted, really. When I would attempt chores, I would end up sitting there in the middle of the girls' room almost unable to move with fatigue...except to say, "I'm so tired."
But thank Heaven for naps. And Curious George. If Curious George wasn't involved there wouldn't be any nap for me.

Guess who is getting nigh to 37 weeks?!? You're right!
It's always a relief to get to that full(ish) term stage. For some reason, the weeks between 24-36 are more nerve-wracking because you're going to have to spend time in the hospital, and that's scary for me. But to get into the free-and-clear, gearing up to have the baby phase - that's a welcomed thing.

This afternoon we packed the girls' overnight bag.
Whoa, We're really getting there.

Baby Brother has taken after his sisters in positioning, with his head sitting in my right hip. Before Adele was born, I'd been visiting the chiropractor and she told about how my pelvis was tilted, probably from having crossed my legs so much for so I gave it up. Difficult to do, I'll tell you. That pelvis was more comfortable at a tilt, even with adjustments, and it took me a while to get out of the habit all together, but I did. Now I sit squarely, maybe with my ankles crossed. After two years of having made that adjustment, I was really hoping this baby wouldn't get into that same position, but alas, he has. Thankfully, a visit to the chiropractor and the Webster maneuver do the job, and I've been spared c-sections. I think brother made a move this afternoon, though I'm not certain, but if he hasn't we'll be seeing our chiro next week and get this boy positioned for delivery.

For some reason, everyone thinks I'll go early - I guess I look ready to pop -and I guess I've started believing them. I usually get a pedicure at 38 weeks (it's the only time I allow myself that luxury), but I've been getting a little antsy to get to the nail salon because I don't want to miss my window of opportunity. Time will tell, won't it?

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Sentiment in pictures

In efforts to free up some memory on our SD card, I've been moving videos from there to the computer, and in the process going through each and giving them a real name rather than GD231.jpg (or something similarly unhelpful).
The videos on this particular card dated from 2013...when Hattie was the very same age as Adele is now. {SIGH}. Oh boy do those girls favor, and their sweet two year old mannerisms are so similar. And then there were plenty of newborn videos, and those make my mama's heart melt too. Only 5-ish more weeks until we're there again with a sweet, itty bitty baby.
There were videos with Emery's mama, and family beach days, happy little nothing-special happening videos.

Sometimes I get aggravated with the amount of pictures I feel like I ought to be taking, and also with taking videos because they use up so much memory, but MY memory is so feeble that I'm thankful to be reminded how precious these little bits of our history are. I may have taken less than a dozen pictures this year, but at least with a few gigabytes freed up, I won't be running into the "full memory card" problem when I do happen to get the camera out.

And here's a sweet TBT, of newborn Adele...little brother will probably be looking pretty similar, except dressed in blue. Soon! Yay!

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Sad Reality

In the midst of all this gorgeous, open-window weather, Adele has stumbled upon being very nearly two years old.
Thoroughly two years old. Are you catching my drift?

{Terrible Twos. Sigh}

I kind of hate to call it that. But at the same time, I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND and relate. It is a terrible, awful phase...but when Hattie was asking why Adele was screaming, I just had to tell her that all babies have to go through a "hard time" like this before they become big kids, and that she went through it too when she was two.
It was a little hard for her to understand why Adele wouldn't just calm down and stop screaming and play with her.

And me? I kept thinking, "The windows are open. The neighbors can hear this baby screaming for 20+ minutes. CPS will be knocking soon."
The only available solution was to move her screaming fit to the bathroom. And there we sat, until the storm passed.

It's always a little discouraging when little babies hit 9-12 months and begin the rebellion...and now here we are again, a little older, a new phase - the same sin problem.

The same sin problem that's been plaguing humanity since the fall of Adam.

Thankfully, there's grace. Grace for temper tantrums. Grace for rebellion. Grace for anger and pride. Grace for all the moments that we're completely unloveable, but God never lets go.

Lord, help me to show Adele the Father's love through this hard season...and please let her pass through this phase all the way before a have a new baby to take care of too.

Friday, March 13, 2015

MARCHing On. {assorted thoughts in no particular order}

-Somehow it's nearly the middle of March.
We had a rather chilly & dismal February, but thus far, March has been pleasantly filled with warm, open-window weather. It's thoroughly refreshing to have fresh air wafting through the house. 

-The last few days, I've been reading a 1924 edition of a high school grammar text book to Adele during nap-time. Not surprisingly, this reading puts her to sleep wonderfully, but what is surprising is the engaging way it's written. I like reading it to her, and I'm challenged to improve my own writing and speaking. I don't recall any of my text books being written with such style, especially grammar/writing. 

-Freshly cleaned floors make such a difference in my mental outlook. This may be partly due to the fact that you have to have everything picked up before you can clean the floor, so that you reap the benefit of it being both clean and tidy.

-Adele enjoys playing with babies. I had let the girls have our infant tub in their room with the intention that they pretend to bathe their dolls. This week, however, we've had two sopping wet teddy bears emerge from their room. I've reclaimed that tub now.
I gave it a good scrubbing; after it dries, it will be put out of sight (out of mind!). I don't want any more teddies getting baths.

-I've told you before, I've got a prize-winning husband. My sweet man painted our dining table for me last weekend. Bright blue! It's the happiest table now. Five years ago, we stained the table; the years have been kind of hard on the thing so that it was looking rather shabby, but you wouldn't know that now! The chairs are a lighter shade of blue. It'll be just peachy when he gets it all finished up. I love that fellow. To top it off, he picked some daffodils me because I'd been yearning for a little dash of yellow to complete the scene.

-Eight weeks till baby! I can't decide if that's a dreadfully long time or if it'll fly.

-Two little girls around here will be having birthdays in that eight weeks time (one maybe directly after), making preparations for those will help the time pass more quickly, I'm sure. As the due date is so close to Hattie's birthday, I'm hoping to have her cake made ahead of time and frozen, as well as some cinnamon rolls for her birthday breakfast...I certainly want her to feel like she's had a special birthday, even if I have to be in bed with a newborn at the time. And should I still happen to be pregnant for her birthday, then at least there will be a few things I won't have to worry about while at my very biggest stage.

Well, that's all I've got for now. I'm sorry I'm not a more regular blogger during this season of life. Most likely, there won't be any improvement in that for a good long while, or at least, I can't imagine another baby in the mix making it any easier to be a faithful blogger.
I hope your March is filled with the wonder and joy of watching nature awaken once again, it delights me every time I see some new tree or bush blooming and bringing beauty to the landscaping that's slowly becoming green again.