Jumping off the couch
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Favorite Past-Times
Jumping off the couch
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Around The Home
Ryan's characters of our family...Why he made Friendly's head so big I'll never understand. Oh and it's with the "bath markers" on the shower wall. The girls like his drawings during their bath the best.
More soon!
Ducks, Puddles, Walks, and Fishies Oh My!
More to come soon!
Spring Saturdays...
I'm going to be growing tomatoes, peppers, lettuce, and spinach. I would also like to do a long skinny planter with some herbs (basal, dill and some mint: we'll see). I'm very excited for my mini container garden this year. We'll also be doing a BIG garden at my Mom's (as usual) with some squash, zucchini, brussel sprouts, peas, broccoli (i hope) and perhaps some carrots.
I love spring. Can't wait for our organic heirloom seeds to arrive so I can start my tomatoes and peppers!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Baltic Amber...It's come to that!
But some thing has got to give. Seriously. It's not even that she's sleeping horribly, I can deal with that. It is the mind numbing whiney fussy, pull-out-your-hair crankiness all day long. She's cutting 4 molars at the moment and she's misery itself. I remember Roo went through this when Friendly was born (same age), I know a lot of it is the age. It's a HARD age. But if it will help bring a little less fuss, and a little more peace to our home...I'll pay any thing!
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Food and Discipling Little Hearts, Not Really A Leap Here..
Story of my life.
2) This Blog Post...Oh my word! Blessed my socks off. I am going to get her books.
Favorite quotes:
My answer was, “People confuse the word discipline with spanking and think that they are equal.”
“I have a heart to train my children in righteousness, but my focus is on winning their hearts and instructing their minds. I want them to love Jesus and God with their whole hearts–I do not just want them to obey rules, so that they will say “I am obeying on the outside, but I am rebelling on the inside.” Works and performance is not my goal, a transformed and inspired heart is my goal. Jesus did that by cultivating a deep, loving and committed relationship with his disciples. They all loved and respected Him so much, as He served them so generously, that they wanted to follow him to a death on the cross, because they believed in Him and wanted to serve them out of a loving and transformed heart.
I want them to love righteousness and truth and beauty and so I come along beside them as an advocate, morning, noon and night, to show them and help them and instruct them.”
And
imitations of the vast amount of time it takes to build children into godly, whole, inspired persons.
There is no easy formula. It will require your whole life. It will take your years, body, convenience, leisure time, everything, even as the redeeming us cost Christ everything. But the end result is even more fulfilling than I thought and tastes so very sweet to my soul. I am so very grateful that day by day, year by year, through all the doubts and insecurities and inadequacies, God was leading and guiding and empowering, one question, one child, one challenge at a time.
It all starts with the mom’s heart, as she responds to God’s heart.
Mothering the way I want to is so hard. It really is just plain impossible. At least by sheer will power. I feel like every thing is just a haze of work with snippets and flashes joy flying through the haze. Along with my prayers for wisdom, presence, and intention...I'm just trying to sit back and BE.
Be with the Lord, when I get a moment to myself...Or take a moment for myself. My greatest desire as a Mother, I want my littles to trust me wholeheartedly. I want to be a comfort and a place they feel so safe with. That they can always trust me with their feelings. Trust me to protect and advocate for them. To know my goal as their parent is to always help them succeed...Even if it means I have to sit on my hands and trust them to try. But mostly, working with them when they are small...Setting them up for a life time of success by little by little, showing them the ropes.
The quote at the beginning of her post, I'm going to end with...Some thing to chew on this evening.
Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person – having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859
Monday, March 14, 2011
Present and Intentional...And Taking It As It Comes.
It's not easy.
It's pretty much impossible.
Okay, I am no good at it. At least not by sheer will power.
Grace.
Am I as awesome of a Mom as I wish I were? Ooooh No. I fail all the time. I snap, I whine, I some times lock myself in the bathroom to cry for a few minutes. Some times I yell. Some times I go over and give the door a good slam just to relieve some frustration (sorry neighbors). Sometimes I totally model the most immature reactions. Some times I think I've turned into a 3 year old...Or a 19mos old. Seriously. And quite often I really just screw up. But the great part about being present is that I'm not worried about all the stuff floating around. When I'm present, in the moment, I can focus on what is important. Not the fears of "Oh my word, she is going to grow up to be and out of control lunatic." or "Oh my word, what if she is still screeching like that when she's 10? What will people say? I'll lose all my credibility as a parent."
No, when I'm present I can focus on what I want them to really learn.
And sometimes what is needed, is an apology. Some "I'm really sorry, I was wrong." goes a long way in connecting with your child. Or "I need to try that again, because BOY that was wrong." (and this is one I'm really trying to implement more).
It's been a crazy few weeks. Isn't that always how it goes? But between the move, getting pregnant (and feeling sick), to losing the pregnancy (and getting sick on top of the physical and emotional toll of the miscarriage): I'm not kidding, it's been crazy.
3 year olds suck. Okay, not always. I really really love her new love of her Magnadoodle. She will sit for minutes up on end calling to me "Mommie, what should I draw now? I'll draw you a happy face, that will make you happy." "What about now? A fwowerw? No. I can't do dose. Dey're too sniwiggly. [she makes up words. Have to have a reason] I'll make you hmmmm... I'll draw you a pillow."
I like that stuff.
But some parts just suck all the energy and soul out of you. Add a 19mos old into the mix and oooooh some moments are just ugly. I didn't know children cried and whined, and fought so much. It's always so validating when my husband (wonderful husband and Father that he is) says things like "I don't know how you do it all day." No, I really mean it. I like hearing that.
I don't know how I do it all day. I don't do it all day. I fail probably 40% of the day. Fail so big. And I let them watch TV. But I figure if I can be fully present 60% of the day. If I can be present enough to hold my tongue, to remember their feelings, to remember the adults I want them to be...To breeeeeeeeeath before I speak or act.
But really, it all comes down to God's grace. Like I said, I beg every morning. Lord, help me be present. Help the time I have with my children today to be intentional. Show me what to do, and please give me wisdom. You say if any one lacks it, you'll give it generously with out finding fault. I'm asking, Lord....Big time.
It isn't all nails on a chalk board. I feel so blessed to be home with my children. To have two healthy, beautiful and vibrant little souls to share my days with. Really.
But honestly, these ages are hard... So I continue to pray that I remain present and intentional with my days.
Because some days my girls will be grown.
They really will, right?
phew.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Hope Deferred
Sad doesn't even describe how I feel. It's a whole jumble of feelings.
But what shocks me most of all is how my body is handling it. It's deeper than emotions...My whole body is crying and grieving for my baby.
Sweet baby.
Through the whole thing I kept hearing, "The baby is fine" and I believed it. Not that I didn't doubt the health of the pregnancy, because at every turn I kept looking for reassurances (as we all do). But just hearing that reassurance in my heart "The baby is fine" brought me so much peace. Because I knew it was true no matter what. My baby is fine. And I am so glad he (I keep thinking that his name was Jacob, maybe that sounds silly) will never know the pain and chaos that is life here on earth.
I am so thankful for God's hand of peace. Seriously there was never a moment in this thing where I was stressed out or anxious. I was emotional, I was sad at the thought of losing my baby. But I never felt wrung out by the whole thing.
This pregnancy was a gift. Not just for the honor of getting to hold the little life inside for a little bit. But I can now fully relate to this kind of loss. I've had other losses. I lost my Dad (he died at the ripe old age of 49). I even had a VERY early miscarriage before Roo. But that time was different. This baby was so very much wanted and waited for. And I am so very sad at the thought that we won't get to hold him in November.
So for now, our hope of holding a precious new life and gift for this year, has been deferred...I've been dreaming about a spring baby for a few years. Maybe we will try again in the summer. I must admit, though I feel a little bad for saying so, I am very glad I will not be going through and entire long winter with a 4 year old and 2 year old and newborn. God only gives you what you can handle, and I'm glad (to some extent) He agrees: that wouldn't be so wonderful for anyone.
Feeling thankful and holding the babies I've been blessed with a little tighter. They truly are a gift from God.