Friday, December 21, 2012

Oil and Water Throw a Bubble Party

It's a love not so love relationship I have with Arkansas weather.  This has been a warm December, and while some are upset by the lack of bone chilling temperatures, I have been thankful for a play outside and enjoy our world mild temperature sort of month.

I heard a giggle party outside of the front door.  When I took a peak, this is what I saw.



Oil and Water were getting along, er..I mean, Lady Bug and Hoot.

World's Best Dimple!


Bubble Dust

You should have heard the volume of sound that went with these faces.

Calm

Crazy


I see you, too.

I always say it, I'm so in love with these kids. 

As I look at these pictures, I think of how magical that little moment was.  It must have been cosmic magical to them.  Childhood makes bubbles bubblier, colors brighter, whisperings whisperier,  giggles louder, days last hours longer than an adult's. 

If you become like the 5 people you associate most with.......I am in good company.  It's like a second glimpse of childhood.  I'm the mother of 5 enjoying my children's journey.  Good days.  Blessed days.
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Friday, November 9, 2012

I Got No Rhythm

I am a big fan of rhythms.  Schedules not so much.  And to be honest, we are not only off schedule, but we seem to be out of rhythm as well.  We added another baby, Brett lost his job, Brett found a new job, that job was horrible so he found yet another one, we are still in the tiny house awaiting the renovations on the big house, homeschooling, and some other crazy craziness and well...out of ideal rhythm.

But there are days when I look up, and that non-ideal rhythm is just fine.  Then I smile and try to find the sweet joy that this day has to offer.  To stop comparing my non-ideal to my mental perfect ideal is perhaps one of the greatest struggles I contend with.  This rhythm, this crazy is just fine, a season to enjoy.  A time to breathe and embrace the gifts that today offers while still hoping for a wonderful tomorrow.  A balance to not compare.   

This is what I see when I look up.  The Professor in his rhythm.  Reading can only be done on momma's bed.  Only.  No exceptions.  Ever.



And even if this is the only rhythm we have right now, I'll take it.  What a beautiful piece of our life. 

O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.  Psalm 90:14

And is anyone else singing Johnny Cash's Get Rhythm?  No, just me, huh?  Get rhythm, when you get the blues.  Ya, get rhythm when you get the blues......

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Friday, August 31, 2012

When Parenting Stinks

There are times when it just stinks to be a parent.

These little eggs represent a moment like that.  A moment when I didn't want to be a parent.


Aren't those beautiful eggs?

My T is a nature watcher.  He had been watching some Eastern Bluebirds for some time.  In his bird watching, he notice they kept flying into and out of a post.  He came running into the house one day, his face flushed with excitement.

"Momma, I have to show you something wonderful."

He hurried over to our fence post and told me to look into the hollowed out post.
This unassuming post held that sweet little nest and blue eggs.

T was thrilled to serve as grandfather to those eggs.  He monitored them and gave me daily reports.

Then horror struck.

As we pulled up into our drive after taking the boys to swim practice, we noticed the contracted electric company in the field behind our house.  A man with a bit of a Danny Bonaduce look about him met me at my truck as I was pulling out kids.

"We have your electric off for a minute while we reset the pole.  We had to pull around your car in front of the gate and knocked over your post but we reset that."

Panic.  Panic.  Panic.

"Which fence post?  Please not the tree post?"

"Ya, but we reset that."

"No, no, no.  That had a nest with new eggs in it.  My son has been watching them."

"Ah, sorry to hear about that."  And he walked away chewing on his toothpick.

T took off running to the fence.  The nest was there but no eggs.  We began searching the field.  No eggs.  No eggs.  Search.  No eggs.  No eggs.

Where did they go?

We held each other and cried.  Then we prayed for the birds knowing they are not human but that they do feel loss.  Then we talked about life circles and moving on.

We also hypothesized about where the eggs were.  Did the birds pick them up?  We kept seeing the birds go in and out.  Were they harvesting their materials for their new nest?

Here's the deal.  I have a crazy life that I grew up with.  I never learned to cope with anything.  I just tucked things away or fixed them.  Ya, that works for a while.  Until your early 20's and you have a breakdown.  Oh, that was just me?  My biggest parenting cause is to teach my kids coping mechanisms.  I will not allow them to wallow in sorrow or ignore it.  There is a balance.  There is a process.  And that is what we started working on.

We discovered that Eastern Bluebirds will lay another set of eggs each year.  We were hopeful that the nest of eggs lost was their first set.

T would come in and tell me daily about how the birds seemed very upset.  His own face reflecting deep sadness.

Fast forward two weeks.  I was sitting on the swing on our front porch talking to my mom on the phone when I noticed Mr and Mrs Bluebird hustling in and out of the post.  Something seemed suspicious.  Not the usual activity.

Honestly, I was nervous about looking into their little hole.

But I did.

Then I yelled.

And quickly ran to get Tristan.

All the while forgetting that my mom was being held in my hand.

I told Tristan to look inside.

Here, experience it with him.

 Double take.  Closer look.  For real.


A BABY BIRD!!!  And eggs under it!  How in the world???  I don't know, but we are so thankful and thrilled.

T's fight with the electric company was not over.  He made a sign that read: Do Not Disturb.  Baby Birds Growing.  And then provided an illustration of the consequences.  Electric men being attacked by birds.  

Brett thought we were a bit extreme assuring us that the electric company was finished with us and had moved down the line.  Haha, we had the last laugh.  The very day the sign was posted, they came back.  They read the sign.  They did tread lightly.  

Granddaddy T was looking out for his baby bird.  

But some moments are like that.  Stinky, sad, hide under the covers sort of moments.  Then sometimes they are made right.  Glorious, happy, shout from the mountaintop sort of moments.  And that's a good summation of parenting in general.

We fight the good fight.  No matter the day.  We parent on.  We love.  We teach.  We embrace.  Day after day.

{Bonus Game} My brain is fried.  I'm the mom to 5 kids.  Two being 19 mos and 3 mos.  I barely sleep.  I spelled yous for use, fas for face, and setting for sitting.  These are the ones I noticed and corrected.  But for your entertainment and enjoyment, feel free to notice my other brain slips. I did it for you.  {Just go with it, will you?}

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Keeping Cool

I know it's a little redundant to say it's hot, but, It's HOT! ...and ...dry.

Our creeks are all dried up and we had a little (read, almost 3 weeks with no water) water issue so, no pool. What do you do when it's so hot?  Well, you play in the shade in the early morning for one.

Meet Oil and Water.  These two are so funny.  Lady Bug mostly yells at her brother Hoot.  He infuriates her.  She will be in the car seat asleep, he is sitting behind her.  She will wake up yelling his name, even though he is doing absolutely nothing to her.

Okay, this one made me laugh.  I moved her toothbrush because it was just sitting on the counter.  {Hello, GERMS!}  She came into the bathroom with me.  I noticed her spin her head this way and that.  She then put her hands up and asked, "Where brush?"  I told her a simple, "No."  I just didn't feel like dealing with the 30 plus minute brush-a-thon she is capable of.  The girl looked out of the corner of her eyes and in that I knew it my old nemesis sort of voice said, "Hooooot."  {Of course she said his real name, but you get it.}  Sweet boy, I feel for him.

When not yelling and bossing him, she follows and mimics everything he does.


Why wouldn't you wear winter pj's under a Luigi costume in 100 degrees of heat??!

She found her cool spot.  It's the same place our dog lays.  The dirt is dug out a little here.  Okay, I love her.  Bossy or not.

Then you have this kid who just hangs out and talks to me about important 10 yr old stuff.  Like how it would be easy to be a real life Batman or Tony Stark--Iron Man.  You just need money, science and gadgetry.  He's working out the details on a real life Captain America, and according to T, it starts with an organic diet.  A real life Captain America would have to be super healthy.

Back to Oil.  She seems to have the same relationship with her baby sister, who we will call Jelly Bean, as she does with Hoot.  That girl loves her sister.  Loves her so much, it is a little overwhelming to Jelly Bean.
But what's a 12 wk old to do but grin or whimper and endure the love.

Still playing in the shade.  Hillbilly pool.  If I still lived on the flat land terrain, I would say Red Neck.  For today's purposes, we'll say Hillbilly.  Hillbilly pool.  Hillbilly fun.
 Soooo, my new baby was supposed to be born in this tub loaned to me from a friend.  One baby has been born in it, dozens of kids have played in and out of it, slime for VBS has been mixed in it, we attempted to birth a baby in it {another story, another time}, it has been filled with water during our no water stint, and now my kids are using it as a pool to cool off during this horrendous summer until we return it to its rightful owners.  It is a good tub with a good story.

You can tell the rowdy bunch from the solo not so rowdy.

For now, we will just try to keep cool in our neck of the woods, er, mountain.  Dry and hot as it is, it is still beautiful.
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Saturday, May 5, 2012

Lazy Days

The lazy days are here.  We finished school a couple of weeks ago in anticipation of the baby.  The weather has been just lovely.  As we are on baby watch, we have to stay close to home out of concern that I could go into labor in a cell phone dead area.  Much of our days are spent outside under the shade tree or on the porch.  It's a simple kind of wonderful.


Hoot plays with his Lincoln Logs and Army Men.  He's making battle sounds and T laughs behind him.
Lady Bug relaxes on her ball.

This Little Guy crawled up my leg.

She does have hair!  If you are wanting to replicate her style, you'll have to use a special product...Water...Out of the dog bowl...Her head smelled terrible.



I love the shadow of her strange little toes.

The Professor and one of his super powers.



I walked onto the porch and found this.  She was half asleep half awake holding a nerf gun.  She has no chance of being super girly.


Across the way, he was half asleep half awake as well.  With a clothes pin attached to his lower lip.

Never mind, she's not going to sleep.

Oh my gracious, I love this kid.
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Monday, April 30, 2012

Belly Views

Brett has been teasing me lately that my body is no longer my own.  He describes me as being a belly, like my belly leads me wherever.  If he is sitting on the couch and I'm walking toward him, he laughs and says he feels like a torpedo is coming at him.  Yes, my belly is here.  Just for a little while longer, but it is definitely here.

I realize most of the views are really being seen from my belly.  Here are the views it took in on our baby appointment day:

On the way to our midwife's house we took the boys to the Buffalo.





T just had to jump off the bridge.
He couldn't stand it.
I finally said yes.
It's one of his favorite things to do.
He's looking forward to jumping off of bluffs this summer.
I'm not sure I am...


At our midwife's house, the kids usually chase her chickens (which we have to stop) as well as pet and feed her horse and goats.  This time they chased and caught a lizard.


Okay, okay.  So this is what I've been wanting to capture.  I love how my whole family comes into the room to hear the baby and find out our measurements.  I have been forgetting my camera for weeks.  I was hoping to catch it before the baby gets here.  Here are the best belly views!

I love the serious looks as my midwife talks baby technicalities.

 Oh my goodness, what a beautiful view.  Party of 7 coming soon!!!!!
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