Monday, November 23, 2015

Monday Musings

It's funny how your plans for the day can fly out the window, mine did.

I only had two things on my list: make Emery some doughnuts for his birthday and pack.
But thow-up brought a screeching halt to any productivity that I might have imagined.

My girls really didn't get sick while they were still nursing. Maybe a runny nose once or twice, but as long as I breastfed them, they were healthy little ones. Elijah is, of course, all boy. And different. He's been sick-ish for two weeks, and started throwing up today.
Babies can't make it to the potty, you know, so you can guess who was the recipient of the vomit.

But, I think - happily - that it is not the stomach virus, just congestion and teething, and for this I am very thankful. For a bit, I thought maybe I ought to call someone to pick up the girls because I didn't want them to catch another virus...but then we were all potentially exposed yesterday....and I don't want to get anyone else sick...and Granana is busy working on remodeling projects, so she can't come....What to do??!?

Thank the Lord, he stopped throwing up. I got a shower and he a bath, ran a load of icky laundry, and made dinner. But no packing or doughnuts.
I might just have to buy some doughnuts. I don't deep fry things. It seems too risky and too much oil usage to justify, and I don't have a doughnut pan, so baking them is kind of out too, but I was going to try, somehow.
The packing must be done tomorrow, and I'm thankful that my mountain of laundry is a clean mountain. We can't find anything in it, but if we really really tried, we could. It is worth quite a lot to have a clean pile of clothes rather than heaps of dirty ones.

Emery's working late tonight on a big project. Somehow when he's not here, I feel complete liberty in feeding the children at 5pm and putting them to bed by 6:30 or 7pm. I mean, it's dark outside, why not?
I do like for them all to have time with Emery in the evenings, and usually, bed time is 8, but I don't see any reason for prolonging the inevitable if Daddy isn't here.
I'll tell you one problem with this scenario, eating at 5 and Not getting to sleep by 9 means you need a snack to be able to get to sleep at all. [In other words, I'm hungry, and I'm tempted to eat some of the leftover icing. It might be worth brushing my teeth again.

Late last week, we went to the library for the first time this month. We'd gotten into going every week or more, so it was fresh and exciting and I had a pile of books on hold that were ready to pick up. I'm always surprised at which books become favorites for a week or so. And more than that, the girls would rather hear the ones I've read for times over than to read ones we haven't gotten around to at all. This week's favorites include: Harry and Mudge, the Garbage Barge, and Ollie the Other Reindeer....all of which were chosen via the random grab off the shelf method. Ahem, none of the ones I had reserved have made the cut so far, but then again we haven't read them yet. Time will tell, and probably Ollie the other Reindeer will be the reigning champ anyway.

One more: it hit me a little while ago, there will be no holiday mashed potatoes on my plate this week. Dairy is the culprit. And the holiday potatoes with the cream cheese and pools of butter. Well, I'm just not going to think about it. But, man, are they good. I'll have to pick a relative to live vicariously through as they eat theirs.
We aren't poor, pitiful allergy sufferers this season. I've made us a dose of festive at two dinners already. Dressing, cranberries, carrot cake, and sweet potatoes were all scrumptious, and I'm sure we're the better for not hoarding down all the goodness in one setting. So come Thursday, our plates might we a bit more sparse than others, but that's quite alright for we haven't been much deprived.

One more part 2: My heart goes out to those that are hurting right now. I know in our circle, four have passed in the last week or so, and in our family there are anniversaries of loved ones gone. I'm thankful for our heavenly Father who binds up the broken-hearted and comfort the comfortless. May He give each of you peace.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

World // our reaction

Okay, hot button issue time.

You'll have to excuse me, but I don't feel all the posts on social media really affect what will be decided in Washington. Maybe they do, but I kind of doubt it. So let's step back from the immigration policy issue - because that will be decided by people other than me (and I'm thankful for that!) - let's get real about how we'll react.

If thousands of refugees enter our country and join our communities...what are you going to do? Complain about them taking "our" jobs?
Wax less than poetic about how they should go home?

Or are you going to show the love of Christ to these hurting, displaced people?

You know, I've moved around a lot in the last few years, and I've quipped about being a stranger and sojourner, but compared to being a refugee from a war-torn nation...there is no comparison.
And maybe there are some crazies that end up being allowed inside our border, but we've got a pretty good stock of crazies here already. We're all sinners. We're all capable of horrendous, egregious sins. "But for the grace of God, there go I".

Let's be light and salt in our communities, whatever the outcome. Let's show kindness and love to those in need. Let's share the Balm of Gilead with wounded souls.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Church family.

We've had a solid week of sickness.
The germs percolating through every family member. Emery has come out the least scathed. The rest of us are still keeping the tissue companies' profits in the red.
Elijah has perfected his "don't wipe my nose!" wiggle. 

It's been a long week as you may imagine.

But, let's take a moment to recognize and thank the God in heaven that we were NOT dealing with the stomach virus. Hallelujah! There was no vomit this week, and for this I am very grateful.

We're 3x a week church people, and for me to miss two Sundays in a row feels like I'm living in an alternate universe. I'm a "mark the passage of time by church services" kind of girl -- this stuff throws me off thoroughly.  I sure hope we're all healthy enough to join in on the Thanksgiving Dinner this Wednesday night.

It's tradition, see? The Wednesday the week before Thanksgiving is always our dinner at church. Well, we have dinner at church every Wednesday, but this one's Thanksgiving style. I love it. The table is always filled to max capacity with homey fixings, and everyone shares the things that they're thankful for this year.
It's a very loving time.
Little children might be dressed as pilgrims and sing a song or recite a verse. And we'll probably all join hands and pray. Because that's how we roll. We're a church family with a heavy emphasis on the family part.

When I was a teenager, I thought thought I certainly wouldn't be still at Shoal Creek down the road, and I was gone to another state for half a dozen years, but here I am, again. With husband and little ones, and as happy as a clam to be here. With family.

{Let me add, that I have loved every church I've been a part of over the years. And I miss the dear ones in Maryland, Mississippi, and Tennessee, but there's an extra special blessing in raising my children in the same church where I was raised.}

Saturday, November 7, 2015

I ought to be...

There are a great many things I ought to be doing, but right now I'm choosing to hold this freshly-bathed, sleeping baby and write with you a while.

We're under contract on a house now. It's scary and exciting, for me anyway. We've been so adventurous heretofore moving hither and yon. And while it's tiring, it's also a bit thrilling. Buying a house means - at least in theory - we have settled and put down roots...and I haven't been certain that was what I completely wanted. {After all, with friends moving to ALASKA! I admit I've been a little jeally of such an adventure}

Buying a home isn't shunning adventure, I tell myself, but it changes the face of it.
We've found a lovely little house. The thought of finally having our own place and picking out curtains and rugs, these things feel very cozy and inviting. A comfortable feeling, indeed.

Would you like a random tidbit? Good.
In all our house-hunting these last few months, we looked at only one house with five digits in the house number.
Why does that matter, you ask? Well, I'll tell you.
I don't like for a home to have five digits in the address. I can't tell you why precisely, but any number of digits less than five is MUCH more favorable in my opinion.
I've always preferred even numbers too. {Just generally, not as related to "housing"} And if it's left versus right, I always hope for right to win.
So there. Eccentricities Abound.

Thursday, November 5, 2015


It's the 5th of November. I still haven't gotten my pilgrims out. What's wrong with me?? Tsk tsk.

I have a little green mushroom growing in my aloe plant (indoors).

I have a baby with two teeth.

I have been accumulating boxes that will probably start being packed this weekend (!)

I have a toddler who has been carrying around a little container of chocolate chips as potty prizes.

I have no idea what to make for dinner.

And I feel generally uncertain as to whether I ought to order Christmas cards this year.

I also have an oven that needs cleaning.

Thursday. A misty moisty Thursday. Has the sun shone on you lately? We've had a dearth of sunshine here. I ought to go take my Vit D. Thank you for reminding me.