So our weekend started great. Friday we went as a family to the zoo. Jed had been looking forward to that for days and days. He was VERY happy when he woke up to find that it was *the* day to go!! Everything went without a hitch. It was a much more pleasant experience without having to fight all the crowds like we did last time. We were able to take our time and not feel like we had to move on prematurely. Jeremiah pushed the stroller the whole way. That proved to be some tough work. I just had to carry the baby :-) To put it midly both of us were exhausted by the time we made it to the other end of the zoo. We didn't want to have to try to take everything out of the stroller to fold it up to put on the bus, so Jeremiah stayed with the stroller while I took the kids on the bus to get the van. The kids LOVE riding the bus, so that was not to be missed :-) We had dinner and then drove home. It was late by the time we got back. Everyone pretty much slept in, as much as they could, being a soccer day.
I knew that there was no way that I would be able to stay out at the fields all day. It was also shopping day, and I was going to need to get some of it done earlier in the day since we had a bon fire planned for later that evening. I was noticing that Jonah had a bit of a sniffly nose. Hmmmmm, that might not be a good thing. He seemed to be ok otherwise. I let Isabella sleep in late, then took her off to the soccer fields. The other girls had gone with Jeremiah earlier. I then took the boys with me to Walmart. Jed was having one of "his days". He was freaking out everytime Jonah made any noise. I was about to go crazy!! I put Jonah in the cart, decided to get my bag in next, then Jed. After I put my bag in I felt prompted to check to make sure that my bank card was in it. "That's funny, of course it is," I said to myself. Then I thought, with two cranky boys, me being tired and Walmart looking like it was the day after Thanksgiving, I had better take a look. If I got to the checkout only to find out my card wasn't in there I know I would literally cry. So I checked. I am sure you can all figure what I found....or didn't find! Sigh. Put Jonah back into his seat and go back home. We didn't make it to the end of the parking lot before Jed started his screaming and crying about Jonah talking. I prayed that the Lord had something in mind with this turn of events. Traffic was a bit slow. Not too odd seeing as how the road I was traveling has been under construction for months now. I saw some smoke up ahead and assumed it was due to the construction. But to my surprise and the boys utter delight it happened to be 'fire training in progress'. We had passed by the house earlier in the week and were wondering why there were loads and loads of wooden pallets stacked on the front porch. We knew the house was abandoned so we couldn't figure out why they were there. Well they were there to get the fire going. I prayed we would have a red light so we could watch for a moment. The Lord granted that prayer and we got the perfect spot. Had we been one cars length forward we would have been blasted by the heat of the fire. That small moment seemed to reset the boys. Jed stopped screaming and Jonah fell asleep.
It was odd to go shopping with just the two boys. It worked out well, but I was most certainly ready to get out of there. We got home and helped with getting ready for the bon fire. We had asked people to RSVP. Only two families responded and I bought enough s'more ingredients based on that number. I got home and Isabella told me that basically the rest of her soccer team, minus a couple of people, told her they were coming. Um, seriously? So Jeremiah had to go back out to buy more stuff. Ends up the two families plus another one from soccer are all that showed up. We have a bunch of s'more stuff to take back to the store!!! It was fun and stressful all at once. I love the fire and atmosphere, etc. But I don't like to try to watch two little boys running around in the dark. They stayed far from the fire at all times. Plus the yard is all fenced off. So really there shouldn't have been a lot to worry about. However, for some reason, Jed was determined to try to climb over the dog fence! Ugh! So I had to keep my eye on him. Not that he could have gone far as the dog area is all fenced as well. But I don't like "loosing" children, and so kept my eye on him. At one point Jonah decided he wanted me to hold him. Not a problem as that makes it one less child to keep track of. However I couldn't hold him for long and needed to sit down with him. I sat in one of our fold out chairs. About five minutes later he decided to get off my lap to go play. No sooner did I let go of him then I find my feet up in the air!! I guess he was a counter weight. One of the legs of the chair didn't have any ground to stand on, not that I knew that at the time. So when I put him down I fell over backwards. I wasn't hurt, but I knew some of my muscules would be sore later on. After that I thought it was time to go in for a while. Which I did, and it was a lot more relaxing to talk with the other moms inside the house, where I could tell where the boys were. Jonah fell asleep in my arms. After that pretty much everyone headed out for home. After putting the kiddos to bed I stayed up for a while watching a tutorial on crockpot soap making. Pretty cool stuff! I stood up to go to bed and boy was I right about those sore muscles! Thankfully some sleep seemed to take care of most of the aches.
We start the last day of our weekend with going to church. I had put a roast into the crockpot for dinner. I had to go do something before I had a chance to put my onion away (I had only used half). Moira comes out with watery eyes talking about the onion. Um, yeah, onions are not to play with. Just moments later Flannery comes out talking about how watery her eyes are. I assumed the onion was the culprit. I wish it was!!!!! We got to church, and a few minutes later Flannery asks me for a tissue, then another, then another......with that we decided to leave to go home instead of heading to Sunday school. Jonah still only has a little runny nose. So I am hopeful that this is just a cold. I had a bad experience with some eggs. The apple cider vinegar didn't take effect soon enough and I was sick, sick, sick. So I layed down when I got home. Later on, when I felt normal I took the kiddos down to the creek. They all had fun and got plenty wet. I gave the boys a bath. Jeremiah and Isabella headed out to our friends house to pick up their male goat...so we can have some spring goat babies :-) The girls were watching a movie when I came out from giving the boys a bath. Some time into the movie Jed fell asleep in his chair. Hmmmmmm. Not too unusual, but still.......He woke up quite a while later to say he was sick. Sick? Seriously? I asked him if he was sick ( to double check) and he said yes. Sigh. Where do you feel sick? He points to his head. Then falls asleep a few minutes later. A while later after Jeremiah got home he went to move Jed over to the couch and he was hot. At this point Flannery had just come out from taking a bath and she started crying about how much her head hurt. I gave her Motrin right away, because I knew I couldn't deal with her crying like that. She has a high fever as well. Sigh. So much for this just being a cold!! I called our homeopathic doctor. No call back yet. Hopefully by tomorrow morning. So far it seems the Motrin has kicked in and Flannery is watching Bambi as I type. Jed is still asleep. I'll hold off giving him anything until he starts to complain of pain. But I know the fever is there to protect the body and I will let it run it's course as long as I am able.
So that is how our weekend is ending. I wish I could say that I am handling the kids being sick with a peaceful spirit. But that is FAR from the truth. I have been very impatient and um....cranky, to put it mildly. It's not so bad if they feel yucky, achy and feverish. But don't add in a painful head. That always gets me worried. Prayers would be appreciated. I'll have to cancel Jed's speech for the next few days. Plus we we're supposed to be helping another family by watching their children. Oh well, tis the season to slow down, relax, and start giving children some extra vitamins and some garlic lemonade.
We had someone take a family picture for us at the zoo. Not sure how it came out yet as I haven't had time to upload the pictures. Hopefully I'll be able to put up a few pictures later.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Zoo, bugs, baby....oh my!
Ok, so none of those things in the title have anything to do with each other! But I had to think of something, and these are the things I plan to write about :-)
Zoo:
For some odd reason Jedidiah has been obsessed about going to the zoo. He asks me if we can go first thing in the morning, and continues to ask throughout the day....all. day. long. One time I asked him why he wanted to go to the zoo. I'm not sure if he wasn't sure how to answer, or if it's just that he's in the fledgling stage of learning the art of conversation, but he just sort of mumbled something and then looked at me. Hmmm, I should help him out, I thought. So I asked him if he wanted to see the animals. His face lit up and he started naming a bunch of animals that one would find in a zoo (giraffe, elephant, hippo, etc.). I thought that was pretty neat, so I asked him again on another day with Jeremiah there so that he could hear Jed talk about seeing the animals. Imagine my surprise when at the end he adds, "balls". Balls? What balls? There are no balls at the zoo. We figured out he was talking about the children's museum! They had a ton of those hollow, colorful, plastic balls. So since both of our memberships to the zoo and the museum will expire soon we thought we would go to both. That thought lasted but a day, when Jeremiah got an email from a couple of parents from the kids on his soccer team telling him that their child was sick and couldn't play. Not just a cold mind you, but strep. Whoa! Hold the horses! There is no way I plan on reliving our strep experience that we lived through last year!!! So NO kid's museum for us! I feel bad about that, but seriously, we really can not afford to all be sick again like that. Not that we couldn't pick up strep from Walmart or the likes. But the kid's museum....well I mean we are talking about hundreds of kids a day *touching everything in sight*! So to play it safe, we'll just go to the regular ole zoo. Jedidiah doesn't comprehend "in a few days" so I am still being asked multiple times a day if we can go to the zoo :-)
Bugs:
Ahhh, living in the south has it's advantages. AND it's disadvantages! The major disadvantage being bugs. Bugs that are bigger and more plentiful and more varied than you will find in upstate NY, where I am from. I don't like bugs, so this clearly is a sore spot for me living in the south. But over the years I've gotten, if ever so slightly, better at dealing with them. I mean now at least I will attempt to vacuum up any large crawling critter. Which is better than popping a container over it and waiting for Jeremiah to get home to kill it. So I've made some strides. Anyways this summer I have to say was better in terms of the large buggies, and the annoying teeny tiny ones (ticks). That being said it was the common house fly that got me! Tons of them. In my house. *IN* my house. I did say 'tons' right? Yeah, not a pretty site. Sigh. So I was ever so pleased to see the cooler weather come to town as that meant a huge drop in the fly population. So instead of 30 flies in my house I only have one at the moment. Much improved! But with the cooler weather came another critter, not a bug, that I was hoping we wouldn't see. One night I was doing dishes and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of *something* large and fast scoot under the cupboards. OOOOoooh please tell me it's not a mouse, oh, please.......No such luck, it was a mouse. I found out when I saw it run across our family room in the day time!!!! Thankfully it was caught. So mouse season has started! Oh, joy! But lets go back to the bugs shall we? Yes, I wasn't done with them just yet. So after a busy Friday the girls were very eager to premake our Saturday ritual breakfast. They said it would make the morning go much smoother if we had our pumpkin muffins made ahead of time. I couldn't argue with that. So off to the kitchen we went. Much to my dismay we didn't have enough wheat ground up. And there was no wheat in my gallon jars. So off to the laundry room I went to refill said jars, only to find out that both my wheat buckets were empty. I asked Isabella to bring out both bags of wheat from the boys bedroom closet. After she brought out the first one I opened it to start filling up the buckets. However something wasn't quite right with it. There was a LOT of 'dust' in the wheat. I wondered if the company didn't clean the wheat properly. I was a bit weary of it and thought I would go online to ask someone before I used it. But I didn't need to do that when Isabella called out that the other bag of wheat had 'ants' on it. Ants??? Oh no, not ants. Then she says, "oh, wait, no these are not ants, but some other little tiny black bugs". Oh, that is pleasant, an unidentifiable black bug, just what I need! I go back there to see, but she had brushed/killed them. So I opened the bag. Yup, little black bugs (I call them wevils). That's when I notice all these itsy bitsy little holes all over the bag, where the bugs got in. I go check the other wheat bag, the one I was pouring, and see that it is riddled with holes as well (we are talking about pin holes). Sigh. Two bags of wheat (my only two left) are no good. Well, not entirely no good, as we took it out for the chickens, who are ever so happy with the grain AND bugs! That's my bug story, I am sure you all wanted to hear it :-)
Baby:
One thing that made our Friday busy was having an appointment with the midwife. I was ever so pleased to think that I had just hit the 28 week mark, hitting the third trimester milestone!! Imagine my surprise and HERS as well that somehow I am actually 29 weeks along!!! I missed my milestone! Oh well. Somehow we both must have miscalculated or something!! But I'll take 29 weeks, moving me ever so much closer to my due date :-) This time around I really wanted to hear the heart beat. I know I said I didn't want to use the doppler again, but I really miss not hearing my baby. I told her that I wanted to know the heart rate this time, to see if it was a girl or boy heart rate. You see, from the moment I saw the double lines on the pregnancy test I *KNEW* that this baby was a boy. I didn't just 'think' it was a boy, I KNEW it was a boy. Over the months that hadn't changed. Jeremiah joked early on in the pregnancy that we should find a name to see if it was a boy. In case no one knows about our "name thing" it seems that I will get 'stuck' on one name, a name I HAVE to have. Interestingly enough the name has always been the correct gender of our baby. I told Jeremiah that it doesn't work that way. The name has to just come to me, I can't search high and low for it. Not to say we don't look for names, but just that the name will jump out at me. So needless to say months have gone by and a few weeks ago I thought, hmmmm, it might be time that we put some thought into looking for a name, with only three months to go till baby comes. We threw a few back and forth. Nothing. One thing that seems to shape our name picking is what type of 'season' we are in. By that I mean our circumstances. This particular baby is entering our lives at this particular moment. And this particular moment happens to be a season that we are experiencing.....for each child it has been different. With Saoirse, it was a season of 'freedom', with Jonah, it was a season of 'hope'. With this child it is a season of 'reconcilliation/and seeing God moving in our lives'. So with that backdrop we keep a look out for names that have a meaning that pertains to the season we are living in. During one of our meetings with a small group member, going through a marriage book, he brought up the scripture of Jesus being the good shepherd. BOOM! Name alert! The word 'shepherd' totally jumped out of me, and made my heart skip a beat. But then at the end of the night he happened to mention another family in our small group, and I realized that they had a son named Shepherd! It's obviously not a common name, so I didnt' want to 'steal' it from them, but I could NOT get that name out of my head. I figured it would make a good middle name. So my 'confirmation' that this was a boy grew. But then, as we were looking for names the only name that I liked (although it didn't jump out at me) was a girls name! How can that be? I'm having a boy. And you can all laugh, but it hit me.....by golly this baby just might be a girl!!! News flash, hold the presses, I was seriously blown away by this ever so obvious epiphany. Go ahead and laugh, but I am not kidding when I say this blew my mind. A girl?? This baby *could* indeed be a girl. Shock. Speechless. This was only made worse by my appointment with the midwife. That heart rate I was talking about.....yeah, well she puts the doppler on me and it reads 160...that would be a girl heart rate! I almost fell off her couch!! But I could feel the baby kicking, which she also picked up on the doppler. She was 'looking' around and found the placenta and the cord (how she can tell, I have no clue), and then she says, "Oh, wait, the heart rate is going down". It finally ended at 137, a boy heart rate. Seriously? This baby is playing games with me!!! Ha, ha. We are assuming that the 160 was due to all of the activity (no doubt brought on by the doppler from past experience), and once the baby settled down so did it's heart rate. So now I am back to thinking it is a boy. Plus we may, I say "may" have a name. It goes along with the meaning we are hoping for. Plus it goes along with a pattern. Oh no. not one of those again, patterns. You see, this would be our third boy. Flannery happens to be our third girl. She is the only child that has a name that ends with the long 'e' sound. All five of the others end in the 'uh' sound. Plus her name, although from the moment I heard it was a girls name to me, pretty much most people think it is a boy's name. And the name for this baby? Well at the moment it ends in a long 'e' sound and although we will be using it for a boy, I do believe most people will think it is a girl's name. I'm not going to tell what the name is yet, because we haven't settled on it at the moment. But I do think those attributes are quite interesting. And just as interesting and quite frankly *frightening*, Flannery, well Flannery, has been our child who stands out above the rest. She's the child who I was sure one of us (either she or I) wasn't going to make it to her second birthday! Although each of our children are different in each of their own ways, Flannery, well unless you know her, it's hard to explain, but she is the odd ball in our family. I know that may sound weird, since with 6 kids, and all of them with their own unique personality, she's just different. Probably more so just because she has been such a handful. So this being (well, *IF*) our third boy.....I'm a little nervous. Especially with this baby coming after Jonah. Jonah's been a handful, but more because he is into everything. I am afraid to think of a second handful child in a row :-) But God did promise us that He wouldn't give us more than we can handle, right? Right? Please tell me I am right :-)
Ok, this has gotten long! I've got a busy week ahead of me. Hopefully it will be productive. Have a blessed day!
Zoo:
For some odd reason Jedidiah has been obsessed about going to the zoo. He asks me if we can go first thing in the morning, and continues to ask throughout the day....all. day. long. One time I asked him why he wanted to go to the zoo. I'm not sure if he wasn't sure how to answer, or if it's just that he's in the fledgling stage of learning the art of conversation, but he just sort of mumbled something and then looked at me. Hmmm, I should help him out, I thought. So I asked him if he wanted to see the animals. His face lit up and he started naming a bunch of animals that one would find in a zoo (giraffe, elephant, hippo, etc.). I thought that was pretty neat, so I asked him again on another day with Jeremiah there so that he could hear Jed talk about seeing the animals. Imagine my surprise when at the end he adds, "balls". Balls? What balls? There are no balls at the zoo. We figured out he was talking about the children's museum! They had a ton of those hollow, colorful, plastic balls. So since both of our memberships to the zoo and the museum will expire soon we thought we would go to both. That thought lasted but a day, when Jeremiah got an email from a couple of parents from the kids on his soccer team telling him that their child was sick and couldn't play. Not just a cold mind you, but strep. Whoa! Hold the horses! There is no way I plan on reliving our strep experience that we lived through last year!!! So NO kid's museum for us! I feel bad about that, but seriously, we really can not afford to all be sick again like that. Not that we couldn't pick up strep from Walmart or the likes. But the kid's museum....well I mean we are talking about hundreds of kids a day *touching everything in sight*! So to play it safe, we'll just go to the regular ole zoo. Jedidiah doesn't comprehend "in a few days" so I am still being asked multiple times a day if we can go to the zoo :-)
Bugs:
Ahhh, living in the south has it's advantages. AND it's disadvantages! The major disadvantage being bugs. Bugs that are bigger and more plentiful and more varied than you will find in upstate NY, where I am from. I don't like bugs, so this clearly is a sore spot for me living in the south. But over the years I've gotten, if ever so slightly, better at dealing with them. I mean now at least I will attempt to vacuum up any large crawling critter. Which is better than popping a container over it and waiting for Jeremiah to get home to kill it. So I've made some strides. Anyways this summer I have to say was better in terms of the large buggies, and the annoying teeny tiny ones (ticks). That being said it was the common house fly that got me! Tons of them. In my house. *IN* my house. I did say 'tons' right? Yeah, not a pretty site. Sigh. So I was ever so pleased to see the cooler weather come to town as that meant a huge drop in the fly population. So instead of 30 flies in my house I only have one at the moment. Much improved! But with the cooler weather came another critter, not a bug, that I was hoping we wouldn't see. One night I was doing dishes and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of *something* large and fast scoot under the cupboards. OOOOoooh please tell me it's not a mouse, oh, please.......No such luck, it was a mouse. I found out when I saw it run across our family room in the day time!!!! Thankfully it was caught. So mouse season has started! Oh, joy! But lets go back to the bugs shall we? Yes, I wasn't done with them just yet. So after a busy Friday the girls were very eager to premake our Saturday ritual breakfast. They said it would make the morning go much smoother if we had our pumpkin muffins made ahead of time. I couldn't argue with that. So off to the kitchen we went. Much to my dismay we didn't have enough wheat ground up. And there was no wheat in my gallon jars. So off to the laundry room I went to refill said jars, only to find out that both my wheat buckets were empty. I asked Isabella to bring out both bags of wheat from the boys bedroom closet. After she brought out the first one I opened it to start filling up the buckets. However something wasn't quite right with it. There was a LOT of 'dust' in the wheat. I wondered if the company didn't clean the wheat properly. I was a bit weary of it and thought I would go online to ask someone before I used it. But I didn't need to do that when Isabella called out that the other bag of wheat had 'ants' on it. Ants??? Oh no, not ants. Then she says, "oh, wait, no these are not ants, but some other little tiny black bugs". Oh, that is pleasant, an unidentifiable black bug, just what I need! I go back there to see, but she had brushed/killed them. So I opened the bag. Yup, little black bugs (I call them wevils). That's when I notice all these itsy bitsy little holes all over the bag, where the bugs got in. I go check the other wheat bag, the one I was pouring, and see that it is riddled with holes as well (we are talking about pin holes). Sigh. Two bags of wheat (my only two left) are no good. Well, not entirely no good, as we took it out for the chickens, who are ever so happy with the grain AND bugs! That's my bug story, I am sure you all wanted to hear it :-)
Baby:
One thing that made our Friday busy was having an appointment with the midwife. I was ever so pleased to think that I had just hit the 28 week mark, hitting the third trimester milestone!! Imagine my surprise and HERS as well that somehow I am actually 29 weeks along!!! I missed my milestone! Oh well. Somehow we both must have miscalculated or something!! But I'll take 29 weeks, moving me ever so much closer to my due date :-) This time around I really wanted to hear the heart beat. I know I said I didn't want to use the doppler again, but I really miss not hearing my baby. I told her that I wanted to know the heart rate this time, to see if it was a girl or boy heart rate. You see, from the moment I saw the double lines on the pregnancy test I *KNEW* that this baby was a boy. I didn't just 'think' it was a boy, I KNEW it was a boy. Over the months that hadn't changed. Jeremiah joked early on in the pregnancy that we should find a name to see if it was a boy. In case no one knows about our "name thing" it seems that I will get 'stuck' on one name, a name I HAVE to have. Interestingly enough the name has always been the correct gender of our baby. I told Jeremiah that it doesn't work that way. The name has to just come to me, I can't search high and low for it. Not to say we don't look for names, but just that the name will jump out at me. So needless to say months have gone by and a few weeks ago I thought, hmmmm, it might be time that we put some thought into looking for a name, with only three months to go till baby comes. We threw a few back and forth. Nothing. One thing that seems to shape our name picking is what type of 'season' we are in. By that I mean our circumstances. This particular baby is entering our lives at this particular moment. And this particular moment happens to be a season that we are experiencing.....for each child it has been different. With Saoirse, it was a season of 'freedom', with Jonah, it was a season of 'hope'. With this child it is a season of 'reconcilliation/and seeing God moving in our lives'. So with that backdrop we keep a look out for names that have a meaning that pertains to the season we are living in. During one of our meetings with a small group member, going through a marriage book, he brought up the scripture of Jesus being the good shepherd. BOOM! Name alert! The word 'shepherd' totally jumped out of me, and made my heart skip a beat. But then at the end of the night he happened to mention another family in our small group, and I realized that they had a son named Shepherd! It's obviously not a common name, so I didnt' want to 'steal' it from them, but I could NOT get that name out of my head. I figured it would make a good middle name. So my 'confirmation' that this was a boy grew. But then, as we were looking for names the only name that I liked (although it didn't jump out at me) was a girls name! How can that be? I'm having a boy. And you can all laugh, but it hit me.....by golly this baby just might be a girl!!! News flash, hold the presses, I was seriously blown away by this ever so obvious epiphany. Go ahead and laugh, but I am not kidding when I say this blew my mind. A girl?? This baby *could* indeed be a girl. Shock. Speechless. This was only made worse by my appointment with the midwife. That heart rate I was talking about.....yeah, well she puts the doppler on me and it reads 160...that would be a girl heart rate! I almost fell off her couch!! But I could feel the baby kicking, which she also picked up on the doppler. She was 'looking' around and found the placenta and the cord (how she can tell, I have no clue), and then she says, "Oh, wait, the heart rate is going down". It finally ended at 137, a boy heart rate. Seriously? This baby is playing games with me!!! Ha, ha. We are assuming that the 160 was due to all of the activity (no doubt brought on by the doppler from past experience), and once the baby settled down so did it's heart rate. So now I am back to thinking it is a boy. Plus we may, I say "may" have a name. It goes along with the meaning we are hoping for. Plus it goes along with a pattern. Oh no. not one of those again, patterns. You see, this would be our third boy. Flannery happens to be our third girl. She is the only child that has a name that ends with the long 'e' sound. All five of the others end in the 'uh' sound. Plus her name, although from the moment I heard it was a girls name to me, pretty much most people think it is a boy's name. And the name for this baby? Well at the moment it ends in a long 'e' sound and although we will be using it for a boy, I do believe most people will think it is a girl's name. I'm not going to tell what the name is yet, because we haven't settled on it at the moment. But I do think those attributes are quite interesting. And just as interesting and quite frankly *frightening*, Flannery, well Flannery, has been our child who stands out above the rest. She's the child who I was sure one of us (either she or I) wasn't going to make it to her second birthday! Although each of our children are different in each of their own ways, Flannery, well unless you know her, it's hard to explain, but she is the odd ball in our family. I know that may sound weird, since with 6 kids, and all of them with their own unique personality, she's just different. Probably more so just because she has been such a handful. So this being (well, *IF*) our third boy.....I'm a little nervous. Especially with this baby coming after Jonah. Jonah's been a handful, but more because he is into everything. I am afraid to think of a second handful child in a row :-) But God did promise us that He wouldn't give us more than we can handle, right? Right? Please tell me I am right :-)
Ok, this has gotten long! I've got a busy week ahead of me. Hopefully it will be productive. Have a blessed day!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Moira has a new post up
Just wanted to pop in here to let you all know to check out Moira's new post. I think she posted a bunch of pictures of her drawings on there. Check them out!
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Some odd pictures
It's been a little while. Not a lot has happened around here, and I am trying to get things done, so little computer time. I was at the chiropractors last week. I talked to her about my fatigue. She gave me some ideas to try out. For some reason I seem to have had at least five good days in a row. Not sure how much of it was the ideas (since I just started some) or the extra praying I've been doing. She also suggested that I make up a list of things that need to happen around here for me to have more energy, or make things run more smoothly. Most of my list is diet stuff as that is where my energy needs to come from. However, getting the girls more involved in the process may help things in the long run. She reminded me that although I had no energy at the time, doing nothing will result in still having no energy. So I can either be tired and do nothing and stay tired OR I can be tired, work through it to make the changes (and be tired in the process) and then the end result of getting some of my energy back. Hmmmmm, not too hard of a decision, but not very easy to actually accomplish. At least it seems that way with my 'long' list of things that I need to be doing to get some energy back. So far my list consists of these things (this is from my memory, so I may be forgetting some things)
dive into God's word
drink at least 8-10 cups of water (which can include my tea)
drink at least 2-3 cups of red raspberry leaf tea (not for my energy, but for my upcoming labor)
soak ALL grains
take my vitamins, this new supplement for mold allergy, my homeopathic 'vitamins' and an omega 3 supp.
I also need to remember to rub in some cod liver oil onto my skin
have the girls be in charge of cooking up our veggies
lots of probiotics, LOTS
get rid of the dairy (we are drying up our goats now)
cut back on sugar, it's snuck in here and there
bulk cook to make daily cooking easier
no free time reading for girls until chores and school are done
dive into God's word (repeated because of it's importance)
Jeremiah and I have been making the concerted effort to make reforms in our marriage. Which really comes down to each of us coming before the Lord and asking Him to change our hearts and our ways. We've been reading a book called "Sacred Marriage". I assure you it's like no other marriage book I've read! It's 'hard' to read, only in the sense that you'll be convicted. Ha, ha! Those are the hardest books to read isn't it? Anyways I have been trying to wake up a bit early to spend with the Lord. It really makes a huge difference! Right now, in my mind/heart more than any outward change at this moment. But I know that will follow soon. So one of the first mornings I did this I felt the need to reread the Restored Ministries International(RMI) books that I downloaded some 9 months ago or so. But I figured that I would put it off for a while. Then Jeremiah woke up and proceeded to tell me that I should really reread the RMI books! Well, hows that for a 'sign'. So I found my one partial hard copy and got to work reading and underlining. I am through with what I have in print and will have to read the rest from the computer. I am hoping to be able to print all of the books out at some point (we need more ink). I love their focus of relying totally on the Lord, Him being your all. The picture of just falling at His feet and being his child. Anyways, that's what I have been up to. A lot of other things have been going undone for the moment so that I can focus on some of these things.
I was able to obtain a sewing machine, borrowing one from someone at church, as mine is still broken. I finished up the girls headbands as a tester project. Machines are so different and I didn't want to start on a harder project and get more frustrated with tyring to use a new machine. So those are done now, and now I will attempt to turn my maternity jeans into maternity skirts. And then I bought a pair of pants at the thrift store that I plan on making into maternity pants. It should prove interesting at the very least :-)
Here are a few pictures of some odds and ends around here. The quality is REALLY bad. No, really it is. It is much easier to use my current lens outside where I can stand thirty feet back. It proves much more difficult for inside shots when I can only get back ten to twelve feet. Not to mention it is late afternoon and that just means really bad natural lighting in our house. We do not have a sunny house. Not shady by any means, just not really good for natural light most of the hours of the day.
Here is Flannery having just cut off a loop from our count down chain. What are we counting down? Well I had just hit the 100 days till my due date mark a handful of days ago and decided we would make a chain to countdown. I marked (most) each week with a flower as well.
Here is part of the chain. It resides between the living room and dining room doorway.
This is the end of the chain, where I made one large, blue, and pink loop for the due date. I am really, REALLY hoping I don't get to that loop. I've only been late twice and I don't like it one little bit :-)
Oh, a very exciting picture of my new lids! I'm sure you were just all itching to see them! Ha, ha! These are my ever so wonderful, life transforming gamma seal lids. Ok, so I am exaggerating....a little....but seriously if you've been prying of the paint type lids for years, do yourself a favor and purchase some of these lids, it makes it a pleasant experience to restock my grain jars.
This is the 'dish' I painted at the clay shop on our Mother/Daughter time away. It has all of the kids on it. For some reason the blond hair color came out just like the brown hair color (on the girls). It was fun to do. I would have taken a picture of Isabella's soccer ball bank, but I had enough of a hard time trying to get my camera to take this shot that I wasn't willing for anymore of a headache. Maybe another time.
Off to make some dinner and get the kiddos doing their chores. We've been milking someone elses goat while they are away and that has made our mornings go a bit differently than normal.
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