I had a really great idea for a blog post this week…

But I forgot it. I said before that my best blog ideas come at night when I’m falling asleep, but the bummer is that I can’t remember them most of the time when I wake up in the morning. Yeah I know I need a notebook so I can write them down, but you know what? I’m so blooming tired that if I’m falling asleep, I’m going with it. I guess you’ll just have to settle for random ramblings tonight, stuff that’s been on my mind lately.
Zeke is talking more. Yay! He’s at least putting 2 words together. For those who have been following our run with speech therapy you know what a big deal this is. When we ask him what he said he’ll say “yeah ______”. It goes something like this…
Me: “What do you want Zeke?”
Zeke: “dink”
Me: “You want a drink?”
Zeke: “Yeah, dink”
It’s 2 words. We’ll take it. 🙂

Otto broke a tooth at church today and didn’t tell us until supper tonight. He and Gabe were playing on the playground outside and were throwing rocks. Not at eachother, but apparently in the general direction of eachother. A “stray” rock hit Otto and chipped off part of his tooth. A permanent one. Fantastic. But it brings back memories of when Kerry and I were first dating. He was playing football and I remember waiting for him after a game. He walked out of the locker room and smiled. He was missing part of his front top tooth and looked ridiculous. Ha! He got it fixed the next day, but it still makes me laugh a little thinking of that hole in his mouth. Thankfully Otto isn’t seeing anyone, so we’ll just have to remember it for later.

I’m sick of the wind. That’s pretty much it. I’m sick of it. I hate how it blows dust everywhere leaving a fine layer all over my clean(ish) house and floor. I hate how it blows my hair and makes it stick to my lipgloss. A little superficial I know, but still. It’s one of those things. I really hate that when I open my car door and the kids open theirs on the other side, it blows every scrap of paper, trash, plastic and whatever else out the door and into our neighboors yards. Trust me while my house is clean(ish) my car is not.

As I plant my garden I still long for the country. I would love to be out in the sticks. I know I know. I posted about this last week, but it’s still true. I’m trying really hard to be content where I am, but still dream of it.

I had a weird dream at nap time today. I dreamt I was advocating for a pregnant friend of mine (who isn’t really pregnant and I haven’t seen her since highschool). I was advocating for a VBAC so she could have the birth she wanted. I even told her to go to a hotel away from the hospital to keep the doctor from forcing her c/s. I’m not sure why it was dreaming it, but I was incredibly passionate about and kind of upset when I woke up. Weird.

I miss thunderstorms. We don’t get many here in PW. In fact, we maybe get 2 a year. In August. Where I grew up we had them every spring and early summer. I miss seeing the thunder clouds build. I miss the rain. For now, I guess I’ll wait until the one we have in August.

Well I guess that’s it. Next time I’ll just wake Kerry up and tell him my idea for a blog post. Not like he’ll remember, but I’ll try.

Scrimp or splurge

My best blog ideas come just as I’m drifting off to sleep. Although there are a few that seem more genius in that twilight sleep than they do in the bright light of day. I’m not a big fan of “top ten” lists, but I’m a list maker by nature. I like to cross things off my to-do list, I like to have a list of stuff I need when I go shopping and I have a list of stuff I want to get done before the year is over. I also like to save money, I’m thrifty…not cheap. So I’ll combine the two. A list of things it’s okay to scrimp on and a list of things that the splurge is totally worth it.

Scrimp:

Dairy products. I’m not advocating buying all your milk from the day old bin, but seriously…I can’t tell the difference between the name brand milk and the cheap store brand. In fact, around here the Colorado Proud milk is way tastier than the Viva milk that is a buck more a gallon. Most of the time cheese really doesn’t taste different either and with as quickly as our boys go through it I refuse to splurge on this. Now, I have to admit that I have my own little cheese stash that I splurge on, like smoked mozzarella (Weight Watchers String Cheese…thanks Teri for getting me hooked).

Bread. Really. The Safeway brand of wheat bread is just as good as the Roman Meal that my grandparents buy. I prefer to make my own most weeks, but lately just haven’t had the time.

Laundry soap. Well…I’m not sure I should include this one here, because I make my own. It’s much much cheaper and works just as well as the stuff you buy at the store. And it doesn’t include the irritants that make my kids break out and itch. I should also probably mention that I make my own scouring powder and other cleaning stuff. The only thing I don’t make is dishwashing detergent and that’s mostly because I haven’t mastered the recipe yet. It’s coming though…

Shoes for kids. Especially tennis shoes. I don’t know about you, but my kids go through a pair of tennies at least once every 6 months. As long as they fit and are comfortable it’s okay to spend $10.00 on a pair of shoes. I think it’s kind of silly to spend $40.00 for a pair of shoes their going to grow out of or wear holes through in less than a year.

Diapers. I have to say first that we primarily use cloth diapers at home. I bought good high quality diapers 8 years ago when we had Gabe. We’re still using them for Titus. We do use disposables when we go out and at night time. We buy a box of 96 diapers every 2-3 months. And we buy cheap. We usually buy the Target brand which seem to work just as well as any of the high end brands that are twice the price. If we buy wipes we buy cheap Target brand too…again most of the time we use either cloth wipes (especially before baby starts solid food) or we make our own. Way cheaper and work just as well.

So here are some splurges…

Toilet Paper. No question. 1. If you buy the cheap 1-ply stuff you use so much each trip to the bathroom that you end up buying twice as much. (The only benefit I see to the cheap stuff is that it seems to break up a little quicker in the toilet decreasing the chance of clogging when you’re children unroll an entire roll in the toilet. So this may be a risk vs benefit situation.) 2. The money you save in buying cheap toilet paper will be spent on buying extra hand soap. Nuff said. 🙂

Coffee. I’m a little biased here as Kerry would say you don’t spend anything on coffee. I certainly don’t have the bones to pay for a big Starbucks or any other coffee shop coffee every day, but I can brew my own at home and be just as happy (most of the time. There is definitely something to be said for the social aspect of sitting in a coffee shop people watching). I have a new bag of coffee sitting in my pantry that I plan on opening tomorrow. It’s a new brand I’m trying and I can hardly wait. If I didn’t run the risk of it keeping me up all night I might just drink it tonight. For now though I’ll try to wait for morning…like a kid on Christmas. By the way it’s from Hawaii (Yay for US product!) and I’ve heard good things. It was actually $1.00 cheaper than the stuff I usually buy.

Tattoos. If you’re the kind of person who is inclined to get a tattoo or piercing of any time. Seriously spend the money to go someplace good and reputable. I would highly suggest staying away from the buy one get one half off or $10.00 piercing kind of places. I’ve seen some bad body art out there and usually it’s because the person went cheap. It’s something you’re going to be sporting on your body for the rest of your life…dont’ be sorry.

Haircuts. Now this one is a little iffy. If you have short hair totally worth spending the money to make sure you get someone who knows what they’re doing. When I had short hair I walked out more than once from a “cheap” place with something much much shorter than I expected or some goofy looking mop cut. I even had someone say “oops” in the middle of the cut once. She said it right after I pointed to the picture she was supposed to be looking at while cutting my hair. She was looking at the picture right below it…with hair so short that I had to call my husband to warn him before I came home. Long hair though…now that mine has grown out I cut and trim mine at home all the time. Granted I don’t have bangs and I’m not going for some intricate layered look. However, youtube “how to cut your own hair” and you’ll find oodles of videos. Oodles. So I guess if you have the cash..go ahead and splurge…if you feel adventuresome try it yourself.

Socks. I don’t like cheap socks for my boys or for myself. They make your feet stink.

Scrimp or splurge. I should probably also say that splurging for me looks a lot like scrimping to others. Like I said…I’m thrifty…even with my splurges.

What I long for…

I long for a lot of stuff. But here’s what I’ve really been dreaming of lately, other than the classics like “world peace” and all that stuff.
I am so not a city girl. Not by any stretch. At.all. I really long for a place out in the country. In the sticks. Way out there where it’s a big event to go to town for groceries and church on Sunday. I would love to have acres and acres of land where we can raise goats (maybe), cows, pigs, chickens, dogs, cats and kids. Where my boys can run and climb and play in the barn.

I have such fond memories of growing up in the country and that’s I want that for my boys. I remember seeing a momma cat walking towards the house with a flat belly and running to the barn to try to find the babies. Making forts in the loft or down by the creek. I remember working on Saturdays with Dad and Luke to cut wood, clear brush and mow. The smell of burning leaves and branches at the end of the day and the hotdog roast that came after. And the poison ivy. (Well, I don’t miss it, but I certainly remember it!)

I would love to have chickens and ducks and geese. Well…maybe not geese…those buggers are mean and they poop on your sidewalk. But I love watching ducks and chickens. We had bunnies growing up and a goat. once. Until it climbed in the back of mom’s honda and kicked her in the eye. We rescued stray dogs and they were always the best pets. I’d like to try our hand at raising a bucket calf and hog. I dream of a huge garden, shelves in the basement full of home canned veggies, salsa and pickles.

I dream of hauling wood and huddling around the wood burning stove while watching winter storms rage outside. I dream of watching the spring flowers poking their heads out of the ground. I can’t drive by a patch of blooming daffodils without being transported back to the farm where I grew up and the flower patch hidden in the woods.

I would love to have horses again. I love the way they smell, even in the barn. The warmth of their breath on my shoulder. How they listen. The feel of their legs walking under you when you’re walking down the road on their back. They way they breath when they run. Watching little ones pick handfuls of grass and poke it through the fence then pull their hands back squeeling.

While not pleasant, I remember walking out of the front door some mornings and smelling a skunk the dogs cornered in the barn. I still laugh about the time Kerry and I (we bought the farm I grew up on when we were first married) were sleeping with the windows open. We heard something run by underneath the windows and the dogs chasing close after. Then came the smell. We sat up coughing, sputtering and choking on that ripe skunk smell. We couldn’t get the windows closed fast enough.
Sure I know it’s work…but man…that’s the kind of work I like to do. It’s the kind of work that lets you sleep at night and makes you feel like you got something done.  It’s where I want to raise my kids, watch my flowers grow and grow old with the man I love. For now, that place just exists in my dreams and in my “someday”. It’s what I long for.

Support of the Parental Rights Amendment–Why it matters to you.

Support of Parental Rights Amendment
            Recently, I was disturbed to find out the truth behind what the UNCRC (United Nations Conventions on the Rights of the Child, 1989) could mean if ratified by the United States. If you have heard of this you are probably already know the dangers of the CRC. You may say, “Rights of the child sounds great, what could be wrong with that?”
            There are a couple of articles within the CRC that actually do protect children to which the U.S. is already on board. Children are protected from involvement in armed combat (Article 38) and children are legally protected from sexual exploitation (Article 34). This protection is already in place for children in the U.S.
            I will list just a few of the dangers that the CRC has in store if ratified. The wording within the CRC speaks of what is best for the child. You may think, I want what is best for my child (and so do I). But the problem is that the government is the one who gets to decide what is best for your child under the CRC. Ultimately under the CRC an 18 person committee from the U.N. is Geneva gets to officially interpret meaning within the articles of the CRC. Their interpretations are “entitled to binding weights in American courts and legislatures” (http://www.parentalrights.org). Yes, you understand right, the CRC would give a committee in Europe the right to make American policy.
            Under the CRC, a child who disagrees with his/her parents’ decision, could cause that decision to be reviewed by a government worker just for disagreeing. ParentalRights.org says, “Children would have the right to reproductive health information and services, including abortions, without parental knowledge or consent” (emphasis mine). Yes, even abortion is something that the CRC considers best for the child. Parents could not opt their children out of controversial sex education courses, and the CRC committee would determine what content should be taught in these courses regardless of your family’s personal moral beliefs and convictions.
            Under the CRC the committee can tell parents how they can educate their children. Including what is taught in public schools and what is taught at home. For example, I couldn’t tell my child that certain behavior is morally wrong if the committee took the opposite position.

The CRC committee would also have the right to tell parents how they can or can’t discipline their children. This includes the use of time-out, grounding or restriction of privileges. While there is much debate about the use of spanking as a discipline measure, there many feel that the use of time-out or grounding is perfectly reasonable. However, according to the Nordic Committee on Human Rights, the Swedish courts have applied the ban broadly, criminalizing everything from slaps on the hand and spankings to “time outs” and sending children to their rooms.
As a result, Swedish parents “negotiate” with their children instead of providing training and discipline. For the parents who choose to buck the trend and brave the risk of training their children, however, the likely outcome is criminal prosecution and punishment at the hands of the state. (parentalrights.org)

Now imagine a place where the government threatens parents with fines, or even jail time, if they refuse to vaccinate their children – all in the name of “watching out” for the best interests of “its” children. Imagine a country that permits doctors to terminate the lives of “deficient” children up to a year old, even without parental consent, for the sake of “a better society”.  To find such a place, you need look no further than the nation of Belgium.

The Belgian government’s authority over the health and education of its children is deemed by many as a mark of progress toward a “better society” where children’s rights are properly recognized and protected. Those that satisfy the government’s standards live in peace.  For the rest, there is no peace, and sometimes, they are not even allowed to live.

Since 2002, Belgium has allowed doctors to terminate the lives of infants under the age of 12 months if they feel the baby is somehow disabled or deficient, and is likely to suffer in life as a result.14 More than half of the Belgian babies who die before they are a year old are killed by deliberate medical intervention.15 In 16% of cases, parental consent was not even considered.16 To put these numbers in perspective, the CIA World Fact Book estimates that rou
ghly 106,000 babies are born in Belgium each year.17  Even using conservative estimates of Belgium’s rate of “assisted-suicide” in infants, one can estimate that some 470 children will die before they celebrate their first birthday.  Of these 470, more than 200 will die not from natural causes, but from direct medical intervention. Forty (40) of them will die regardless of their parents’ wishes, objections, or pleadings. Such a program might produce a “better society,” but one is left in horror at the ultimate sacrifice of innocent babies. (Article written for ParentalRights.org by Peter Kamakawiwoole, Dec. 15, 2008)

Government involvement in decision making for healthcare is supported by the CRC. The CRC would allow someone else to make healthcare decisions for your children and grandchildren, with or without your consent. All in the name of “the best interest of the child” and that “best interest” is determined not by you, the parent or grandparent, but by the CRC committee. Remember the committee that gets to decide what is in the best interest of your child is made of 18 people in Geneva who live in some of the countries who make these laws.
            The reason to act now is that President Obama has publicly shown support of the CRC and is intent upon its ratification. To make the CRC law, all that must take place is for the President to sign it and receive 2/3 vote in the Senate. If you think action needs to be taken to ensure that the CRC does not become law, please visit www.parentalrights.org. Please contact your Senator today and ask them to support S.R. 99 and add your name to the petition in support of the Parental Rights Amendment. Please consider if you want the state (or U.N. Committee) deciding what is best for your children or grandchildren.
Thank you,
Kerry Rosfeld

Go Baby Go!

So in the last week our little Titus has become incredibly mobile. He went from the standard “inch worm” technic to get across the room to full out crawling, climbing, standing moving everywhere. I sat on the couch tonight and watched him crawl from one end of the living room to the other and then around the couch and under the table. It’s hard to believe he’s already 7 months old.

I’ve found lately that my blog seem to be more of a brain dump and short little snip its of what is going on at our house. Mostly because that’s how I think. In little snip its, at least that how it seems lately. I wonder sometimes if it’s because I have so much going on that I’ve turned into one of those “give me the short story” kind of people. I used to be a long story person. But then I also think that it could totally be because I only have time to think in short chunks because I am so exhausted if I ponder something too long I’ll fall asleep. I’ve asked “did that really happen or did I dream that?” more often than I’d like to admit in the late few months.

I have really enjoyed having my sewing machine out where I can use it more often. Really I decided that I was going to move it from the store room to the living room. In fact, I moved my computer off the table and my sewing machine on. Priorities. It’s been great. Although I’m to the point where I’m hand quilting the tops that I made over break, but still. It’s nice.

I’m so ready to plant our garden. It’s supposed to be in the 70s and 80s in the next few days and I can’t wait to dig in the dirt and smell the earth. I can’t wait to watch the little plants poke their heads up and the bounty we’ll get later this summer. If we can keep the bunnies out. Perhaps I should start dreaming about bunny traps.

We’re waiting to hear about a job for Kerry. The warehouse has all but stopped and so he’s been applying different places. Hopefully we’ll hear something soon. It kind of bites to be looking for work at the moment, but we’re thankful there are at least a few opportunities out there. It’d be great for him to find something so we could pay off a little more debt this summer and save up for him to head to Moody this fall.

I had the opportunity to tell my birth story again today. Each time I do, I am reminded about how totally cool it was. I am still moved by the prayers God answered and what a fantastic experience it was. I still feel so blessed to have been able to have a homebirth and a midwife who believe in me. A husband who supported me and friends and family who prayed with us. I have yet to watch the video that Kerry shot right after Titus was born. In a way, I’m afraid it will ruin the memory I have that it will somehow take away the magic of that night. I’ll probably watch it someday, but for right now it just replays in my memory and that’s good enough. I’ve said it before, but it totally rocked.

For now that’s all I can wrap my head around. It’s late and I’m pretty sure my baby isn’t going to sleep through the night despite the fact that the “what your baby should be doing” hand out we got from the doctor yesterday said babies sleep through the night when they reach 11lbs. Ha! I hate to tell him that none of my babies slept through the night when they got to 11lbs. In fact, I have a 2 year old that weighs 27lbs that rarely sleeps through the night.

Spring Break happenings

Well here it is…the last night of our (my) spring break. I started this week with a huge list of stuff I wanted to get done. Some of it got crossed off and some will just have to wait until I have time (ha!). I have to say that I’m thankful I’m working in a place right now where I actually get a spring break and surprisingly enough I only had a handful of calls about work (which is really surprising). However, I could use another week off, but who couldn’t.
Here are some things that I (we) got done this week…

* Revamped (pretty much redone from scratch) the church website. This was a huge undertaking for several reasons…1. I’m not a webdesigner so it’s a huge learning curve 2. There were lots of changes that needed to be made so it took a lot of time. I can totally see why people charge $700-$1000 to design a webpage and then a monthly fee to update it. I spent at least 25-30 hours working on it and there are still things that need “tweaking”.

* Cleaned the storage room. This was another big task. We sorted through boxes and tubs and threw stuff away, packed it better or marked it for sale. This included my huge fabric stash that I’ve moved around with us for the last several years. It was tough, but I parted with a bunch (I still have about 5 tubs left of fabric for my “someday”).

* Caught up on laundry and then got behind again. Eh. This is pretty much never ending so I’ll just keep riding that hamster wheel.

* Went through closets and put away clothes that don’t fit, got out ones that do and got rid of ones that we’ll never wear again.

* Planted the “cold” stuff in our garden. (Actually Kerry did this, but it was a joint to-do list, so this can be a joint to-done list).

* Cleaned the boy’s bathroom (they did this) While it’s a weekly or bi-weekly thing that it gets cleaned…I have 3 boys who use that bathroom and it gets dirty fast. Anytime it gets clean it’s deserving of a yay!

* Attempted to potty train a 2 year old. We made some progress, but not totally there. We’ll see how next week goes.

* I actually finished a quilt, cut and sewed another top and am working on quilting another together. It was so nice to sew again! I miss it. If I have time in the near future I’ll go through my stash again and pull out fabric for some new skirts. I was going to do that when I went through it the first time, but our focus was put away…not get stuff out.

* I spent time with my parents who came to visit this past weekend, which was great!

* I actually took a  nap or two. It was FANTASTIC! I also stayed up late and slept in past 6:30. I never slept through the night, but I am so not a morning person. I would much rather stay up late and sleep in a bit, so it was delightful to do that this week. I’m pretty sure though that tomorrow morning is going to BITE.

* I made 2 pans of really awesome lemon bars with some lemons Grandma sent from California. Seriously…they lasted about 24 hours per pan.

So I guess all in all it was a pretty successful week. I still have part of my list to-do, but it will wait I suppose. For now though I think I’ll spend my last few hours of spring break cuddling with my kiddos and counting down the days until summer break.

Speech Therapy Update

So I promised an update for our speech therapy appointment this week. Here it is in a nutshell, He’s fine.

Here’s the more detailed version…Keep in mind it was only one test, but it does give us some good information.

The test (and I can’t remember the name) measures both expressive (what he says) and receptive (what he understands) speech. The mean score is 100. Normal is considered 15 above or 15 below that 100.

With his expressive speech, which includes his speech sounds, putting 2 or more words together etc. He scored a 90. Still technically in the normal range, but at the low end, which we knew and expected. The receptive score which measures his understanding of language, parts of speech (such as adjectives, verbs, colors, pronouns and shapes). He scored 114. The speech therapist said his was the highest score that she’d ever had on that part of the test and was very impressed with his understanding of language.

The average of his two scores then gives us his overall score which is 102. This means he’s right at the mean for his age. The speech therapist basically said we could do a number of things from here. Our insurance won’t pay for therapy if he tests normal (and even then they don’t pay for things that are termed “developmental delays”). She also said we could try getting therapy through our school system (which would be free), however it could also be difficult to get it through them because he tests normal. She said if we did get therapy she thought we wouldn’t probaby need more than 3 months or so. The other option is to wait and see where he is in a few months. She thinks he’s “on the bubble” and will probably really develop in speech in the next few months. We’re probably going to wait.

She did give us some good hints for how to help him develop his speech more here at home. Basically it’s “be Sesame Street” Narrate our lives (which we kind of thought we already did, but apparently we could do more). Things like “we’re going up up up the stairs. Where are we going? up up up!” Exhausting and silly sounding, but he looks thoroughly entertained.

So basically we have a normal kid who just doesn’t feel like talking. We’ve been reminded several times lately that Einstein didn’t talk until he was 5.

Stuff

I haven’t been home much it seems like lately. I’ve been working trying to finish up stuff at school as I have two courses coming to an end. I also have some new simulation rotations coming up so I’m trying to get those ready. I hate to be unprepared. I feel like I’m missing out on a lot going on here at home and I HATE that even more. I keep reminding myself…”we have a plan” and “just say no” (working on setting boundaries at work).

That being said…I said YES today to hosting a bridal shower at my house in April. Can I just say that 1. it’s kind of out of my comfort zone to agree to open my house to a group of ladies for a girlie bridal shower (remember…4 boys…not much girlie here). and 2. I’m really excited about it. I’ve always wanted to be one of those hostess type people, but have never quite trusted I could do it. So here I am…stepping outside my box and right now am totally stoked about it. (ask me again as I’m frantically stuffing dirty clothes in the back bedroom the day before…)

I’m also thrilled to start planning the garden. Kerry has been working up the spot for our garden the last few days, the boys have been helping. Our biggest planning issue seems to be how to keep the bunnies out and save our produce. Trapping them (then eating or killing), fencing (which hasn’t proved effective), chili powder (which totatlly didn’t work) or planting melons on the edge (and allowing the buggers to eat them while hopefully leaving everything else alone) are all options that are currently on the table. I am not at all thrilled at the thought of planting a bunch of beans and then having those rascals eat them all before I even get a taste. Seriously. Just thinking of it makes me lean towards the death penalty option, but we’ll see.

We’ve started studying the 10 commandments with the boys during family worship this week. We’re tackling a commandment each day (we’ve done an intro and the first 2). Otto’s reading skills are developed enough that he was able to read the 2nd commandment and the subsequent 3 verses along with it. He was thrilled. Very cool. We’re not quite sure yet how we’ll broach the “adultery” commandment yet…we’ll let you know how it goes.  Tonight while Gabe was reading he said “Daddy look…its says Baby lawn (Babylon), isn’t that funny?” We got a nice little chuckle. Zeke is doing much better at sitting still during worship and prayer time. He LOVES singing time. He’ll sit there and sing his “oooh” as loudly as possible.

I’m really hating this whole time change thing. It makes me feel like I’m running behind and I already felt like that before the clocks moved. I know I can’t do anything about it, but really…it has completely thrown me off and I don’t like it. If I could cross my arms and pout about it a little while I would, but I have to suck it up and deal.

I’m ready for spring break. Period. I’m ready for spring break. I want to spend an entire week at home with my family just hanging. We debated about heading back to Kansas for a quick visit, but I’m afraid with the price of gas it’s just not in the Dave Ramsey budget. But we do miss our family and will be thinking of everyone that week. Maybe we’ll hit the lottery between now and then and we can fund the trip. 🙂 But in case that doesn’t happen, I’ve been working on a to-do list. Including play, sew, play, sew, garden, cook, garden, cook, sleep and nap. We might add sort through storage and school room…I should probably clean out closets too, that doesn’t sound very fun though.

I think that’s most of the “stuff” in my brain. Oh yeah…I’m totally looking forward to having a picnic lunch with our homeschool friends on Friday. We miss them and are excited to spend time together. Yay! For those wondering about our speech therapy appointment last week, it went well but we’re not done. We go back on Thursday for the rest of the eval and then I’ll post an update. Basically it’s nothing we didn’t know before…Zeke is brilliant but not talking. 🙂

Did you know??

Did you know that…

boys make a bathroom really dirty in a very short amount of time?

Legos can be used effectively as booby traps for robbers (and parents) when spread strategically in the doorway and the hallway?

I worry about Zeke who isn’t talking well yet? I worry about where I messed up and what I missed. I worry about our speech therapy appointment this week. I know things could be worse, but it still worries me.

never in a million years would I have imagined that I would be where I am right now?

when I was growing up I thought I would have 4 children…3 girls and 1 boy? (I still thought I could order them back in the day). I am DELIGHTED with the 4 boys I have!

when Kerry and I got married (at 19) we wanted 6-8 children. I still remember Pastor Mark sitting across from us smiling when we told him that during pre-marital counseling.

I would much rather stay up late at night and sleep later in the mornings?

I would much rather freeze at a football game than watch an entire basketball game indoors?

I never ever tire at the miracle of birth. I love seeing babies being born, helping mommies give birth and that new baby smell? It is way amazing, every.single.time.

I miss singing in a choir. I miss 4 part harmony.

I worry sometimes that I’m not doing a good enough job building character in my children. That someday they’ll grow up and people will ask “where were their parents?!?”

my children teach me something new everyday? That their personalities are very different from mine (thank goodness!) and they push me to think about things from a different perspective.

I admire people who can quilt, can vegetables, play piano, garden and in general do all the things I wish I could do well.

Kerry painted my parent’s barn to earn enough money to buy my engagement ring?

I haven’t ever had a pedicure and don’t intend to. People touching my feet freaks me out.

when I type my blog I’m always secretly afraid someone is going to read it and edit it for grammar and proper punctuation. Seriously, I am. I halfway expect someone to send me a copy of my blog with red marks on it.

I made a bucket list in college, before bucket lists were cool. I found it the other day…it had things like “go skydiving”, “go to a Metallica concert” and “hike the entire length of Rainbow trail”. It made me laugh. Skydiving is still on the list though.

I don’t tell those I love them enough, I don’t say “thank you” enough to those who have made a difference in my life.

Teaching reminds me of drama performances in highschool. It’s like standing up in front of a bunch of judges and they tell you (on their anonymous evals each semester) exactly what they thought of your performance. I loved drama, the judging not so much.

sometimes I have a hard time thinking about something non-controversial to write about on my blog so I come up with “did you know…” lists.