It’s true! Baby number six has been making its tiny presence known in this house for the last many weeks. I just read the other day that hormone is the Greek word for impact. SO insightful. I mean, I try to be a pretty mellow person. But give me one whiff of a pregnancy-related hormone, and my body goes off like a bottle rocket of over-reactions. Luckily for me, there is a houseful of children here to sprinkle humor all over life. Blaire pretends to puke, rushing off to the bathroom, making everyone else howl with laughter. The bigger kids love to hush each other up whenever some kind of food is mentioned, “DON’T TALK ABOUT FOOD OR MOM WILL PUKE!!!” And we are old enough now to know that we forget about this phase later. We know that the baby at the end is worth anything in the middle, and more than anything we know that this baby is a gift. So, happy times all around! Continue reading ‘Baby Time.’
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Well, Happy New Year! With the resurfacing of my old milkshake post came the reminder to me that I had promised a little more on the topic. Well, here I am, a whole year later, trying to do just that.
It does seem that every mother has energy, joy, and fulfillment sometimes, but consistently having these things can challenge us beyond what we feel is a reasonable amount. Joy all day? Every day? Even if Daddy is out of town, or when the whole family has the stomach flu, or when the pre-dinner warp spasm is upon the children? How can we maintain a cheerful, calm, happy, giving attitude when we certainly don’t feel like it? Well, here are a few thoughts, incomplete though they be, that may help us get a little perspective.
I do love Christmas so much. The whole thing. I love all the busy, all the shopping, all the ridiculous. I love that our tree looks like it got really dressed up and then fell down a solid flight of stairs. I love that I knew what I was going for this year, but instantly had to let it go when I opened the ornament boxes. Five children, all hands in. Tree decorated in possibly 4 minutes. Every last ornament on. No theme, no balance, no sense of enough is enough. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some Christmas throw pillows in there. The day after we got it decorated, Titus accidentally leapt off the arm of the chair next to it straight into the branches. He slid past several ornaments and four rounds of recklessly applied garlands, making a solid selection of the decor on the right side of the tree look rather adrift and certainly droopy.
Welcome to our home! I wanted to give you all a quick chance to see some of the neat things we’ve been doing to get ready for the holiday season. Yes, off in the distance that is indeed an overturned cereal bowl. No, it wasn’t empty. And yes! Glad you asked, that is an uncapped Crayola marker in the foreground. We were able to simply throw this together this morning without any advance prep! Come now, don’t feel bad. There is still some December left for you to catch up!
I have always found it remarkable that sometimes people think that being a homemaker is a somehow limiting occupation. Like there isn’t enough to do. Before I go on to some specific ideas, I’d like to just say a little something about this. I am fairly certain that if you gave yourself five minutes, some scratch paper and a pencil, you could come up with a list of at least thirty widely respected careers that could fall under the heading of homemaking. What I mean is that if you are a homemaker, it isn’t like there isn’t any scope. A homemaker needs to be a great many things on a shallow level, but if she wants to get deep in some area or another, that simply adds richness to the home. It adds life. It adds love. Think of a few ideas here with me. Interior design, Cooking, Baking , Pastry Chef, Landscape Architecture, Musician, Artist, Event Coordinating, Educator, Accountant, Tailor, Farmer. A woman at home can dabble in almost anything – not wasting her time, but learning her craft.
But if you are all on board with the thought of loving your calling at home, but simply having trouble with the tangible ideas, here are a few: Continue reading ‘How do we love thee? Let me count some ways…’
Happy Birthday to the makers of my stretch marks! We love these two so very much. They are such a delightfully playful couple of crack -ups. They are the worst offenders of yelling “Mom! Help! MOOOOOOOM!” but acting surprised when I come running. “oh. not you. The mom giraffe is who we were talking to.”
As I rather speedily write this, I hear Chloe yelling “Baby Moses!!!” and Titus is just talking and singing about chicken on the bone. As for the birthday gifts? Chloe is looking for something girlie. Titus asked for a real sword. The kind that would make blood. However, he promised in advance to not wiggle it around anyone in the family. Just practice by himself in the basement. I don’t think he will be too disappointed with the nerf gun.
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