Thursday, January 19, 2012

Becky's Babyshower!

I had the privilege of hosting my friend's baby shower (Sunday), and wanted to share some of the decor and fun times!  It was so great to see Becky's face light up. I know she enjoyed the fellowship with her gal pals much more than all the gifts, but we definitely enjoyed helping her build her cloth diaper stash and wardrobe for the little baby boy who will be arriving soon!

 








I really needed a bigger focal point on the top of the piano, so I pulled out a canvas I had laying around and painted the word "baby" on, adding a few wispy vines, leaves, and such.  Turned out fairly good for being a last-minute-scrawl.   Becky really liked it, so I sent it home with her!
I used a piece of burlap fabric I found on in the remnant clearance some time last year as a runner on top of the piano.  I'm not sure how cute it all looks or if it all goes together, but I like it.  So.. that's what matters, right?  (Hehehe)

  
The cakes turned out beautifully as well- one Shae's daughter made (I think she's 15 or 16 years old), and the cookie cake Nanci got from the American Cookie Company. I love cookie cakes— definitely one of my big weaknesses!

  


Becky cutting the cake with her daughter, Analisa, looking on.  Nanci (curly haired midwife of awesomeness) and a lady whose name I unfortunately do not know in the background.


Nanci and Rebecca.



A pregnant lady with cake. Now that's my kind of gal!


Rebecca, Allison, Heidi




Becky and her daughter, Analisa.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Everyone loves lupper!

Last weekend had "lupper" with my parents (lunch + supper, basically either a late lunch or an early supper) at this really good "Texas" restaurant. It was a little humorous because the owners definitely were not Texan... or even American... but the food was delicious.  We were there to celebrate my Mom's birthday in more of a "low-key" way.  Her birthday was New Years Eve, but she hasn't really wanted to celebrate her birthday since her mother passed away (because her Mother's birthday is the day after hers- on New Years Day).  Anyway, we had a good time, ate tons of food, and left feeling like we couldn't even fit a sip of water in our bellies.

I ordered a chicken fried steak that was bigger than my face (no kidding). I probably ate.. maybe.. half of it?  We had already stuffed ourselves on fried pickles (Mmmm) and loaded potato skins as appetizers! (And a small house salad.)  We totally spoiled ourselves. (But we had a coupon!!)




Evangeline has just recently gotten to wear she will stand wearing a headband, much to my delight. Big flowers and bows on tiny bald baby heads makes me smile.



My mom, in true Nana fashion, brought coloring books and packets for the kiddos so they were well entertained while waiting for food.




Evangeline is *that child* that normally won't go to anyone except Mom or Dad- not even people she knows quite well. I've never had a child like this.  Merika and Keagan were content to be in the arms of complete strangers.  Nolyn didn't really care for people he wasn't super familiar with, but he didn't mind his grandparents, aunts, uncles, or our close friends holding him.  Evie? Yeah, she often won't even go to my parents... or even Nanci (who sees her way more than my parents do).  However, she seems to warm up to my dad quickly (because, who wouldn't? He's playful and super fun), so by the end of our time together, she will usually be content to sit in his lap.




She will especially sit in Poppa's lap if he shares his tea.


Mmmmm, tea.


But, if you aren't careful, your tea will disappear when you aren't looking!


Oh man, we shared three huge desserts. Nolyn claimed he didn't want any dessert, followed by the statement, "Well, maybe I'll just have one bite," but he ate half of this brownie!  It was really nummy, so I can't blame him.


Keagan, Mom, and Hubby shared Banana Fosters.... they loved that!  Merika had cheese cake which she shared with Hubby and Poppa.. and I got a bite too.


*Hehehehehe*  Look at how grown up and handsome my oldest son is!  When did that happen?  He's going to be SEVEN in about two weeks! Who said he could do that?




Take-home boxes always require doodling.


The restaurant has this big duck out front... so of course, the kids wanted their pictures with it!



Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A peek into our morning

Morning text shots to hubby:

 


   

One great thing about having an iPhone has been this new routine/tradition we have of sending "Good Morning," snapshots to Daddy.  (My other phone never sent my photos through which was very frustrating.) Brandon really enjoys the sneak peek into our mornings, and I really enjoy sharing the cute little bits and pieces with him.
I woke up to Evie jabbering.  She laid in her travel lite crib talking to herself while I grasped for those last few winks. Before long, Nolyn came into the room, lifted Evie from my crib and placed her on my bed where he climbed in beside her. Eventually, my bed was full of children and colors. Merika plopped on the foot of the bed and told the story of a "totally awesome dream" she had last night which involved flying cars that could go into space.

I've made up my mind not to rush the day, not to rush to the next task... but just enjoy each moment and be present. Who wins when I rush from one task to another frustrated and hurried?  Nobody.



As I brush my teeth, I watch Evie brush hers.  She sucks the water off her toothbrush, points to the facet, and I turn it on.  She wiggles her toothbrush under the water, grins at me, and chews on the bristles a bit.  I notice her face is thinning- the result of being an active toddler. She now walks with confidence, sometimes even puts a bounce in her step.

The kids finish getting ready for the day, and as usual, I have to steer Merika back on course.  She is easily side-tracked.  While they fold clothes, tidy up around the livingroom, and set the table, I prepare breakfast- fried eggs (no runny yolks) and toast.  Evie snacks on a fig cake because she's terribly moody and impatient this morning.

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We work together to clean up the kitchen, the kids finish out their chores (putting clothes away, making beds), and I plop on the couch to read a book to Evie, hoping this weird nausea will subside. She plays with a set of Lightning McQueen cardboard books while I read the rhymes of Dr. Suess's ABCs. Big N, little n, what begins with those? Nine new neckties, nightshirt, nose.


Evangeline wears a hooded baby towel as hair and an apron as a cape.  Merika reads a book to Keagan.  Nolyn asks me how to spell Vikings, and I walk him through the steps to spell it out himself.  I change Evie's diaper (whew, thank goodness for flushable liners- that was nasty!), pour me a cup of Stash Vanilla Nut tea (which I brewed in the coffee pot), and ease back into the cush of the sofa, hoping that the hot tea, cozy couch, and stillness will calm the nausea which still plagues me.

Molly Jo squirms and wiggles, and my belly looks like some alien life form as my skin ripples and juts out at various places.  Soon she'll be here, and I'll be sitting here on the couch, sipping tea like I am now, nursing a baby as I watch my children chatter and play.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

I love waking up to you

Hubby was up late last night and early this morning smoking a pork shoulder and some ribs for our fellowship gathering this evening.  My house smells absolutely delicious, as you can imagine. (I may or may not have had several taste tests.) Evangeline and I woke up to a fresh pot of coffee (I got some, she didn't), and Hubby playing Cooties with Nolyn.  Shortly after, the other sleepy-heads began to filter into the livingroom.

And before long, the scene looked like this:

 
Evangeline loves, loves, loves playing this game- as you can tell by her expression.  When it is her turn to roll the dice she grins wide, and then squeals with joy as she tosses it. (And Dad claps, "Yay, Evangeline!)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Thirty-three weeks pregnant

Hello toes! Howya been? Long time no see!


The excitement in the house is almost tangible. My husband lays in bed beside me in the morning, hand on my rounded belly, feeling the rolling movements and sporadic jabs of little Molly Jo. The pregnancy has flown by- likely a combination of being busy with four children, homeschooling, homemaking, and nourishing friendships and fellowships.  When I first found out I was pregnant with this little one the year twenty-twelve seemed like forever away, and now it's here, and I'm going over a mental list of preparations.
I have noticed there is a drastic difference in my preparations for baby number five than for my preparations for baby one or even baby two.  Back then I was worried about whether I had enough onesies, bibs, and such, if I should get a bouncer, and how many packs of diapers I should hoard.  Now my preparations for baby are mostly focused on preparing the other children through building solid routines and straightening out behavioral issues, figuring out a meal plan to store up homemade deliciousness in the freezer, and get a homeschooling binder set up so we have something set up for the children to do (with minimal Mommy-intervention) while I'm focusing on nursing and recovering.

Material-wise, the only thing I really have focused on is preparing a cloth diaper stash for both the newbie and my toddler. After having four children, we've come to figure out what works for our family and is worth purchasing (cloth diapers, a HAVA sling, a Boppy, a convertible carseat rather than a bucket seat) and what is fairly useless to us (changing tables, swings, a crib, etc).  And, since this little new one will only be about 18 months apart from her older sister, we don't have to worry about clothing (although, I've never really worried about clothing when it comes to babies. Even if we had to buy everything for our child, we're such minimalists, that we wouldn't have more than about dozen outfits and a half-dozen side snap t-shirts for the tiny baby stage).

At this point, my body wears down quickly. By the end of the day my body craves a bath like some people crave crack. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating.  Some nights it's so difficult for me to prepare dinner and sit down to eat it because all I can think about is soaking in the bath. *Ahhhh*

Despite my last homebirth being quite painful, thanks to Evie's hand being up by her face when she was born, and the midwife (because she was in some sort of panic) not doing the proper maneuver (which is to pinch the baby's finger so she will withdraw her hand), I am really looking forward to this birth.  Maybe it's because I still am holding out hope that we will have a birth that rivals the amazingness of Keagan's unassisted birth, or because one of my best friends is my midwife, or because I'm just totally eager to experience those first after-birth moments of baby-awe.
I suppose the only thing I am even slightly concerned about is Evangeline's reaction.  That little one has no idea what is coming!  I know she really cannot comprehend what is going on, but I do hope her transition to "baby of the family" to "big sister" goes smoothly.

FYI- photos of our current cloth diaper stash are over at The Organic Family.  See today's review of one of my favorite brands, Muttaqin Baby, on this post.



Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I love my midwife!

Nanci and Keagan hanging out on the cot in her tiny office.

My midwife visits are always interesting.  First of all, there's the relationship Nanci and I have.  Since we are friends, we have a hard time talking about the things we are supposed to talk about during our office visits.  Secondly, I usually bring all four kiddos with me, and a couple of them inevitably become Nanci's little assistants (especially Merika).  And, during every single appointment, Nolyn gets down the cloth placenta with the little doll inside and goes through what each part is.

Nanci usually shows the kids, using the doll as a stand-in for Molly Jo, how the baby is positioned in my belly.

I am really glad they get this opportunity, as they seem to be more aware and curious as to what's going on this time around (than they were when I was pregnant with Evangeline).  What a wonderful homeschool lesson! *smile*

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Parenting- Are you all in?

Recently, I've found myself in many situations in which I am explaining our method of parenting, our beliefs, goals, etc. Here are a few snippets of thoughts, ponderings, and conversations:

I sometimes wonder if the Duggar family show has led people to believe that, if you have a lot of children, they will naturally be well-behaved. It's obvious to me that the Duggar parents have invested a lot of time into discipling (DISCIPLE-ing) their children. They intentionally parent. They are not passive in their methods.  However, much of that is not shown on television.  What the viewers see is Michelle sweetly correcting her children from time to time.... and so mothers are led to believe if they just sweetly tell their children, "No-no, honey," that their kiddos will instantly behave.

The Duggars do not do the majority of their correction in public.  They noted in one of their books that most of their correction is done in private so as to not shame the child. I think many viewers forget that there is a lot done in private, and they are only getting a small glimpse— a very small glimpse— of what their family life is like.  In fact, I would say that the viewers are really only seeing the "fruit" of all the effort, tears, prayers, consistency and time poured into these children.


These last few weeks, several mothers have come to me for parenting advice. As I've confessed to a good friend of mine, I really don't think I'm the right one to come to because 1) my children are still very young, and 2) while I am seeing some fruit from our parenting in their lives, I know their faults more than anyone else does, so I am aware that our family is far from perfection, and 3) the biggest fruit comes after 15-20 years of parenting... when children are more on their own and living what they have been taught.  Obviously we aren't to that point yet!  They do things at times that totally embarrass me and make me sure that everyone around thinks I'm a horrible parent!

My friend has really been encouraging me to speak up, but it always feels a little strange to me because often, the women asking for my advice are older than I am and sometimes have more (and older) children than I do.  I don't think people understand that I go to bed every night and wake up every morning begging the Lord to help me be a godly parent and forgive me for the mistakes I made the previous day!  I often feel ill-equipped!

These last couple months though, it seems that encouragement in this area has been loaded into my lap. Friday evening we visited with this really sweet couple who flew in from Florida to visit our home church, and when we left, the woman kept telling me how wonderful my children were, how sweet and well-behaved they were. My kids totally loved her and practically talked her ear off.  (I think she was really missing her own sweeties by the end of the day!) I was really thankful for her comments.

Parenting is a huge, enormous part of my life (obviously!) and is something I am really passionate about.  I see so many women who are always overwhelmed by their children, and they seem to constantly have to remind themselves that "the bible says children are a blessing" because they do not really feel that way.  I can totally relate to that because I used to feel that way all the time, and I only had two at the time (as was pregnant with a third)!  I read all these parenting books, tried all these methods, and had nearly given up when I finally received some good direction!

Brandon and I have come across so many parents who really want to enjoy their children, but are just feeling like they are a burden.  I have definitely been there as well!  It's not a good feeling, and NO ONE wants to confess to feeling that way!

That's not to say that now I never ever feel overwhelmed.... because I do, but it's not a daily thing, or even a regular thing.

Looking back to the beginning of my parenting years, I can see that the only thing I was really consistent in was being inconsistent.  I have learned that I *must* stay on top of things and be aware of what is going on in my household and confront issues before they get completely out of hand.  Previously, I let the kids get away with little things under the belief that I should "choose my battles".  That was really a poor decision I made from following poor advice.

I would let them get away with things, and then I'd get this point where I was so angry or frustrated that I would just explode.  So, the children learned that they could get away with quite a bit up to a certain point, and then Momma was going to go nuts.  I explained this to a fellow mama-friend last night, and we talked about how so often people don't really step in to discipline and parent their children until the parent is totally overwhelmed (even enraged).  I told her that I had learned it was better to approach each little bad-attitude, misbehavior, etc right away—right when it happens—rather than let it build up.  This definitely keeps me from being overwhelmed and getting angry.  And, disciplining or correcting in anger only teaches your child not to make you angry. It doesn't teach them how to behave properly. It's better to deal with the little moments before they become major issues.  You can deal with the little problems calmly, often with just a little chat... but it will require that you be tuned in to what is happening in your household, and it will require action, rather than just "hearing" what is going on and yelling from the kitchen or the couch (or ignoring what is going on). It means getting up, going to where your children are (or calling them to come to you immediately, and if they don't come, you gather them and let them know they must come right away when you call), and dealing with the situation right then and there.

Those days when I am overwhelmed are those days when I am caught up in doing other things, and try to passively parent. Those are ALWAYS the worst days, and I know I have no one to blame but myself, even though I might say something like, "The kids were really in rare form today! They were so unruly and disobedient!" 

I was thinking, if I had to narrow my method of parenting down to the two most important principles, what would those be?

1. Consistency.  I believe children need a clear understanding of what is expected of them, and the only way they can really  understand that is if we go beyond just saying what we expect. We have to follow through. So, if we say we expect something of them, then we have to follow through when they do not do what is expected of them.  If we tell them not to pinch, and they pinch another child, and we do nothing about it... what we are really saying is that pinching is okay.  Most children listen to what we do, not to what we say. Therefore, if there is not a consistent follow through, then they learn we are not serious about what we say and expect.

This is one reason why I feel the whole "I'm going to count to three" is just ridiculous. What you are teaching your children is that you are not serious until you get to three.. and then maybe you'll follow through. Maybe.  Delayed obedience is still disobedience.  That valuable tidbit has definitely stuck with me through these last few years!

I know one of the problems we still have in our house is that I will be really consistent on something for about a month, and then the problem will go away, but then rears its head after a bit. If it goes unchallenged, then I will find myself back at square one.  I thought our family was just going through phases, and then I realized it was me not being consistent, and I was causing these "phases".

Here's a small example: The children are expected to clean their rooms and clean them well.  They are definitely capable of doing so as Brandon and I have taught them how, and we have seen them do a great job time and time again. So, we know that we are not holding too high of a standard.  A while back, we got a great piece of advice which was to always check the children's work.  This would hold them accountable to doing a good job knowing that Mom and Dad were going to make sure it was completed and done to the best of their ability.  But sometimes Brandon and I are lazy or "busy" and we don't go check their work. Then, hours later (or maybe the next day) we find that they did not do the job well... or maybe at all.  So, sometimes the kids believe they can gamble on whether they should do a job (or maybe just do part of it), because they see that Mom and Dad are not being consistent to their commitment to check the work.

I confess, being consistent is something I have to work on because... um, I'm lazy. But, I know that if I'm not consistent, my children will see that and will begin to act out as they learn they can get away with more and more. Being consistent means that we cannot send mixed messages to our children.  I have learned that, typically, children will not just "do as I say" unless they have learned that I will follow through if they do not obey.  Heck, I learned that I could get away with A LOT.  My mom would ask me to do something, and I knew that I could say, "I just need to finish this," or "In a sec," and I could delay doing whatever she wanted me to do for a long time, or get away with not doing it at all (as she would give up and do it herself). I adopted a really lazy attitude because I learned that, most of the time, I could get away with doing what I wanted to do instead of having to do those chores my mom asked me to do.

I know my mom just got tired of asking me to do stuff, so she would do it herself, justifying that it was just easier for her to do it, or it wouldn't take long anyway, or.. whatever. What she didn't realize at the time was that by not requiring me to get off my butt and do what she had asked, she was only furthering the rebellion in my heart and concreting the idea that obedience was optional.

My parents were actually very firm when I was a little kid, but the older we got, the more lax they got. A lot of that probably had to do with having a lot on their plate with my brother, and my mom not doing well health-wise. I know my parents really tried to do their best, and I am very blessed that they loved us enough to challenge and correct us!

Anyway, consistency means having expectations that are clear, rather than "making it up as you go".  Remember, no one likes playing a game where the rules are always changing. Consistency means staying on top of things, being aware of what's going on with your children, and confronting attitudes and actions right away, before they get out of hand. Consistency means that you have to be active and intentional in your parenting wherever you are- at the grocery store, at home, at a friend's home.... everywhere.  Consistency means following through on what you say you are going to do- so don't say you're going to do something you have no intention of doing.  (For example, don't say, "We're going to leave if you continue to do ____," if you have no intention of leaving when the misbehavior is repeated.)

Consistency is not counting to three or giving more than one warning.  One warning is enough, and sometimes one warning is one warning too many.  For younger children (like toddlers), one warning is likely necessary, but as children get older, one warning is one warning too many when it is regarding something they are already familiar with and know they need to do/should not do/etc.

Of course, consistency really needs the commitment of both parents, but I wouldn't give up just because your spouse refuses to participate. It may require more work on your part, but it will be worth it..... and may even change the heart of your spouse (when he/she sees the fruit of that labor).


2. Love.  If your main motivation behind the discipline, discipleship, and correction of your children is not love, then you are damaging your children. Whenever we correct or discipline out of anger, we are hurting our children.  This is why I said earlier that we need to be aware of what is going on in our household, be aware of the conversations going on, the things our little ones are doing, etc- and approach bad behavior, bad attitudes, etc right away.  This is also why we cannot afford to "pick our battles" because if we adopt this attitude with our children, we will eventually have a huge war where we are the angry dictator, and we see our children as the enemy.

It is so much easier to peacefully, calmly, and kindly confront little issues right away, then allow them to add up. Doing that is like continuing to turn up the heat underneath a pot of water.  Eventually, it will boil over and make a huge mess!  I cannot tell you how many times I have let things slide, and then found myself horribly frustrated and overwhelmed and about to spew.  Tension builds up in my chest, and I find myself close to the boiling point.  And, let me tell you, you will NOT feel better after spewing.  You will feel horrible as you spew (and likely feel like you want to just shut up and stop, but can't) and you will feel even worse after you spew.  And your children will not be better off, they will be hurt and sobbing... and not because they are sorry for disobeying but because they are wounded by your words, actions, and the monster-expression on your face.

I have learned that I should not discipline when I'm angry because I may say or do something that is hurtful, not helpful.  If I am not approaching them in love, then I need to step back.

The tone of my voice is something I really have to purposefully be aware of. It's kind of a habit to use a harsh tone, and I often catch myself defaulting to that. I definitely have to work at reigning that in and speaking with love and kindness.  Even when we're in the midst of a harsh discipline, my voice should be loving and kind. My children need to understand that, even when they disobey, I love them dearly.  Of course, that doesn't mean I can't use a stern voice- a stern voice is often necessary- but the tone of my "stern" has to be in check.
I believe the way we parent has a huge effect on our children spiritually. I know so many people who have had a hard time seeing the goodness and love of Father God clearly because their fathers (and mothers) were so harsh and demanding.  On the other hand, I know people who think of God as some sort of sweet ol' grandpa who doesn't really care what they do.  Of course, I believe God's love is unconditional, and He most definitely is a generous Father, but there is also an expectation of obedience.  God's love, grace, and mercy do not challenge is justice, righteousness, and judgment. They all work harmoniously as one.

Obviously, we are not perfect beings and our love, grace, mercy, justice, righteousness, and judgment struggle to work harmoniously (in fact, we struggle to have Christ-like love, grace, mercy, justice, righteousness, and judgment, period!) but I truly believe that the goal of parenting is to teach our children those exact qualities of the Lord, despite where we may fall short.
(And boy, do we fall short.)

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Updates: Pregnancy and Family



It's hard to believe there are only about nine weeks remaining in this pregnancy.  And, it's hard to believe that I'm going to have five children.  Hold a sec. What? Five? Yeah. Woah. Wow. Do you know what my parents are thinking right now?  "Um, wasn't it just yesterday that our daughter was born? And soon she'll be welcoming her fifth child?" (Doesn't that make you feel old, Mom?)

This pregnancy has really flown by, maybe because we are busy homeschooling, fellowshipping, and raising four children. I hardly have the time to remember that I need to snap a belly shot!  I have been feeling really wonderful, except that my belly and chest itches like crazy (and I probably look like a gorilla constantly scratching at it), and my hips have been so shifty and outta-whack which causes my back to be outta-whack as well.  Other than that, I feel quite fantabulous.  My anemia has been better than ever this pregnancy, my glucose testing went extremely well, and I've been gaining weight at the perfect rate.

As this pregnancy draws closer to the end, my mind has often drifted to the fact that, early on, there were two children in my womb and now there is just one.  Of course, we didn't know there were two until after one of the twins had miscarried, but I can't help but think about how Molly Jo had a little sibling inside the womb with her at one point. On the other hand, I really can't imagine having three children under the age of 18 months (plus three older kiddos).

I am definitely looking forward to yet another home birth and am very thankful that my good friend, Nanci, has agreed to be my midwife. Our appointments are always short and sweet because we're both eager to head out to have lunch together afterward!

I am slowly getting things organized around here.  I went through Evangeline's old clothes and picked out things that would be suitable for Molly Jo to wear.  While Evie started out in cool-weather clothes (as Molly Jo will), the difference is that Evie moved from fall to winter and Molly Jo will be moving from spring to summer. So, while I have plenty of clothes for our coming wee one, some of my favorite outfits will not be suitable for little Miss Molly Jo.

I recently sold most of our cloth diaper stash (pocket diapers) and, through thrifty methods (shopping sales and buying excellent condition used diapers), purchased a fresh stash of diapers (fitted diapers, which require a cover, plus a few wool covers) for Evangeline.  I went through Evangeline's newborn/bitty-baby stash of diapers and organized them for her bitty-baby-sister.

We are all really excited about Molly Jo's upcoming arrival. The kids often chatter about it and have enjoyed helping us prepare.  Next up- we need to transition Evangeline out of our room and into the girls' room!  I am not looking forward to that!

In other news-
We spent Christmas Eve with my family- my parents, brother and his family, Granny, and cousins Scott and Cathy. It was so nice to scoot in around the table together, enjoy a big meal, and then relax. I used the leftover turkey to make gumbo (along with some sausage my dad brought) for everyone to take home.  (I say I, but my Dad and my Hubby helped out!)

Christmas Day we went to our friends' (David & Shae) home for food, fellowship, and worship.  Later that week we ventured out to Louisiana for a few days, hung out with my in-laws, and then returned to enjoy the cross-over of years with our church family- more food, fellowship, praise, prayer, and worship!  A great way to end and begin the year.

My husband was off for about two weeks, so it was so difficult to send him off to work this morning!  I have missed having my sweetie around all day!

While we were in Louisiana, my nephew snapped these shots of our family: