Sunday, December 22, 2013

Power Out

Oh what we take for granted!
Our power went out last night around 1 am, flashed back on at 5 for about an hour, and then went out again at 6 am. So we have been without power all day. While I know that many people go with no electricity for the majority of their lives, I didn't realize how inconvenient it is!

The most unexpected inconvenience: a cold toilet seat. Shocking. 

Preparing food is a whole different ball game. We had lots of leftovers in the fridge that needed to be eaten today, but no microwave to heat them. Reheating things like casseroles can easily be done on the stove, but reheating leftover pizza with no microwave or oven is tricky business. We got creative. Keeping food cold is another trick. The freezer has stayed pretty well frozen, so we just won't open that for now. If the power stays out for too long, we'll put stuff outside, but for now we just transferred the most perishables to the snowy location. I have no idea, however, how we would keep food cold if it was not winter. 

It gets dark around 5 pm. I would go to bed a lot earlier if there were no such thing as an electric light.  My regular forms of entertainment are all null and void. No electricity means no movies/TV/X-box. No internet means no facebook, blogging, pinterest, texting, etc. No light makes reading incredibly difficult (candlelight just doesn't cut it). It's even difficult to clean, straighten, or organize with no lights. Eric asked if there was such a thing as installed carpets before electricity because you couldn't vacuum them.  

If I lived without electricity (especially the internet) I think I would be much more productive and creative. I would probably be more crafty. Maybe I would take up knitting. I would probably become more exact in my food preparation because leftovers are both difficult to store and reheat without electricity. My house might be cleaner. Then again, it might be messier because it takes longer to do a lot of things. 

The one other major inconvenience is the cold. Whenever John sleeps, we have a small heater running in his room. Even though he had many layers of clothes on, he took a much shorter nap today because his heater was not on. I'm not sure how well he would sleep tonight if we were home. I took a nap and did not want to get out of bed because it was much warmer under the covers. We turned on our stove burners for a while to keep the kitchen warm, but apparently you're not supposed to do that for very long because of Carbon Monoxide or something. I really wished that we had a fireplace in our house today. 

I am incredibly grateful for all of the conveniences that come with electricity, but I am even more grateful for friends. After spending the whole day keeping warm and hanging out under blankets, we decided the electricity wasn't going to come back on today and abandoned ship. We are over at Matt and Kari's now. John is sound asleep with a heater in the room. Eric is playing video games with his friend. I am blogging and hanging out with Kari. We are warm, comfortable, and have the many conveniences that come with electricity. It's pretty great. 

Best part of the day is that I have had more time to take a moment to consider all of the blessings that God has given me. Sometimes, I forget about them or take them for granted, but He still chooses to give them to us. Hopefully, in the future, I will remember to take the time to give thanks for all of those little blessings. 

Friday, December 13, 2013

This is why I don't sleep:

While I was sitting and relaxing, our little gymnast was doing somersaults. Here's the proof: 

http://youtu.be/zn44nX8cYBw

Saturday, November 23, 2013

The joys of pregnancy!

Yesterday, I had to pee so bad I could barely wait until I got to the bathroom. When I did, two or three drops trickled out and that was it. I still felt like my bladder was going to explode, but had nothing to show for it. 

Today, I didn't have to go at all, but when I sneezed, I peed my pants a little. 

Monday, November 11, 2013

Substitutes

As a recent college grad subbing in the inner city, I was prepared to ward off advances by high school boys, but was a bit taken aback when a first grader approached me at recess and asked "Do you have my phone number?"
Attempting to avoid being given his number, I responed "I could probably look it up in the phone book if I ever need it."
"Well, you should keep it with you all the time in case, you know... you need anything. Anything at all," he said suggestively. 
My curiosity engaged, I asked "And what would you do if I needed something?"
"Well," he looked around to make sure no one was listening, leaned in, and smugly informed me: "I'm a ninja."

I wrote this a while back and was going to send it in to Reader's Digest, but I forgot and just came across it again so instead, it's on my blog!

Monday, November 4, 2013

Poor, poor, pitiful Pearl

We gave Pearl away to a new home last week. I cried a little bit, but I think it will be good overall. 

We got Pearl because Sam seemed lonely and depressed and we thought it would be great for him to have a companion. Since we got her, she has been incredibly high energy, which is fun and John enjoys it, but it gets to be very frustrating when we need calm in our home. She definitely provides Sam with entertainment and companionship, but also doesn't give him a break. They will wrestle and play for a long time. She will grab his collar to pull him down; he will quickly turn his head to sneak out of her hold and grab her ears. They run, chase, scamper, play, growl, and bark. It is funny to see his response when he is sick of playing. When they are outside, he just hides under the deck. When they are inside, he will come over to us and look with big eyes as though to say "Please make her leave me alone!" Then, when she comes over again, he'll slink off behing the chair or toy chest until she gets distracted and then go lay on his bed in our room. She is not allowed in our room. 

Whenever we have people over, she barks, wags her tail, and gets up in their space. She means well because she is just very excited, but for anyone who is slightly indimidated by dogs, she can be scary! We usually end up putting her outside or in the back room the whole time that we have guests. 
Pearl doesn't chew toys or pee in the house, but she does make a mess. I think she sheds about twice as much as Sam, which means I feel the constant need to vacuum. When we are gone, we leave them in the back room, which is totally tile/brick. We do have a couch in there, but it will be in the garbage very soon because she destroyed it. Other than the collection of dog hair and smell, she also found a small tear, realized that the couch was filled with fluff, and decided to help us empty it out. After emptying/destroying one of the cusions, she started on the next one. We removed all of the couch cusions to the garage at that point and just left her with the frame. Just to make sure that there was no more white fluff, she pulled up some of the fabric from the bottom until she found the springs; then she gave up. She also makes a mess in the back yard because for some reason, she decided that shitting on the driveway is way better than shitting in the grass or back behind the shed. 

All of these things were just things that we had to deal with from my perspective, but Eric was pretty sick of her. The big thing that changed my mind happened earlier this week. I was straightening John's room before bedtime and he was playing with/chasing the dogs. This is usually very entertaining for him. Pearl is generally very patient and will allow him to climb on her, play with her tail, hug her leg, etc. 
Well, Pearl laid down in her bed and John went to snuggle up to her. I went back to my straightening. I'm not sure what John was doing (sticking his fingers up her nose, poking her eyes, and pulling her whiskers  are all possibilities), but I heard a growl and bark and then John started bawling. I went to get him and he had a lovely little bite mark on his hand. No broken skin or blood, but it was obvious that she had bitten him. Unfortunately, that is not ok with me. 

We decided that John is old enough now to be a playmate for Sam without hurting him, so Pearl becomes unnecesary. While I'm fairly certain that John provoked her, I do not want to have to watch them constantly whenever they are playing together, especially when baby #2 arrives. 

We found a couple on Craigslist that wanted her. The guy wants a running partner and the girl grew up with Great Danes and Labs. We made it very clear to them that she is high energy and explained her many faults, but they still wanted her. They even paid us a bit for her, so hopefully they will take good care of her. 

Anyhow...we are back to being a one dog family. Sam has needed a bit more love and attention this week, but he doesn't seem too heartbroken over her leaving. In memory of Pearl, here's a picture and video: 


Thursday, October 31, 2013

OCD

As you may or may not know, I have a few OCD tendencies. Nothing serious by any means and not about anything that makes sense, like cleanliness, but there are certain things that I like certain ways. 

John thinks his job is to break me of these tendencies. He usually succeeds. 

When I put his crayons away, I color coordinate them. He takes the box and dumps it out as often as possible. 
When I fold laundry, each shirt folds down to exactly the same size so that they will all fit perfectly in the drawer. He likes to pull my piles off of the table. 
When I sweep the floor, I go in a specific rotation around the room so that I am sure not to miss any sections. He tromps through my dirt pile, dragging it back into the sections that are done. 
When I play with legos, I build geometrically equal walls or pyramids made of layers in rainbow color order. John takes any legos that are stuck together apart, throws them into the container, and then dumps the container out. 
When I put his books away, I put them in order from smallest to largest. John pulls all of his books off of the shelf as often as possible. 
When I empty the dishwasher, I do all of the silverware first, the the glasses (smallest to largest), then all of the plates (smallest to largest), and then I group the extras as well as possible. John loves to help me unload the dishwasher, giving me one thing at a time with no order or in between time. In fact, I usually end up with a pile of extras on the counter because I didn't have time to put them away before he handed me the next items. 
When I put John's toys away, I try to organize them within the toy box. He pulls them all out and throws them on the floor, barely playing with any of them. 

His toy box usually looks like this: (half empty because they are strewn all over the house)


Well, this week I decided to try to put a little bit of order, at least into the toy situation. I separated his toys into groups and put them into clear little tubs. There is a ball box, two car tubs, soft blocks, hard blocks, rattles/noisemakers, stuffed animals, tools, and a few that didn't fit anywhere, so they all got thrown together. Now it looks like this: 
My goal is that he will choose one toy-tub to play with and clean it up when he is finished before getting a new one out. It sort of works for now because he can't open them himself yet, except for the ones that didn't fit. 


He has consistently chosen the tub of cars every time his toy box is open, proving even more that he takes after his dad. He usually dumps out all of the cars and then chooses two or three to drive around at a time. Today, after he was playing with his cars, I found something to prove that he takes after me at least a little bit. 
Even if he is not as OCD as me, at least he understands that there is such a thing as order. It comforted me just a little bit to know that maybe, someday, he may enjoy organizing things as much as I do. Maybe he is my kid after all. 
Too much to draw from a little row of cars? 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Chop-chop

Typically when I "get ready" for the day, I shower with my kid in the shower with me or waiting for me to finish by patiently banging on the door or crying to come in with me, meaning I rush through the shower, leaving no time to shave my legs. After that I get him minimally diapered and try to run a brush through or throw some gel in my hair before it dries into a frizzball. Then I throw on some clothes that will cover my stomach, try to feed John something while keeping my clothes clean, pack up John's stuff, and head out the door. There is occasionally some variance, but that's the pattern. 

Last night, shortly before bedtime, John smashed his finger. His nail was purple and the only thing I could think of to calm him down was taking a shower with him. So, we hopped in. Sure enough, it calmed him down, and soon enough he was giggling, splashing, washing his belly, and "helping" me shower. Because this wasn't a regularly scheduled shower time, I didn't wash my hair. When we got out, I realized how tangly the ends of my hair were. Yup: dead ends. Since I haven't had a proper haircut since well before John was born, I decided it was time. I brushed it out, threw it in a pony-tail, and chopped off the bottom inch or two. Since it was evening and I had no meals to force feed, bags to pack, or places to rush to, I decided to blow dry my hair to check out how I did. It was as even as I could want (which usually happens with the pony-tail chop), but just to double check, I even straightened it. Now you should know that this is probably the most time I've spent on my hair since... well, I can't remember... a long time ago. 

Anyway, this morning, I didn't shower and instead kept my hair straight. I wore an incredibly comfortable, but nice looking black dress, some pantyhose that must have fit right because they didn't bother me all day, and my black boots. 

As a result of a little extra time spent on myself, I got something that every mom and woman deserves now and then. I felt beautiful today. 


Oh, and for those of you who haven't seen her lately, here's a shot of my ever-expanding baby-girl bump: 

Third-trimester starts next week!


Thursday, October 10, 2013

Even-Stevens

When Eric and I got married, we were Even-Stevens. One male, one female. 

We adopted Sam two years ago today, on October 9, 2011. At that point, I was about a month and a half pregnant with John, who was born on May 12, 2012. A boy dog for a baby boy. I was extremely outnumbered by males, but completely ok with it. 

We adopted Pearl on May 12, 2013, John's first birthday. At that point, I was about two weeks pregnant with the kiddo who currently resides in my belly. A girl dog for a baby girl (according to the ultrasound tech).

While it was unintentional, we are back to being Even-Stevens. We've got a male adult, kid, and dog. We've got a female adult, kid, and dog. It's fun for now, but I don't think we can keep this habit up. If, in the future, we have more kids, we will not be adopting another dog for each one. Two is enough!

On an entirely different note, baby girl Roosma is doing her best to keep up with John in the kinesthetic factor. She is a wiggler. Here's my attempt at getting proof: 



Wednesday, October 9, 2013

"Ten things I wish someone had told me when I got married"

A friend of mine shared this article on facebook. It's from the October 7, 2013 post on Greg Smith's blog, if you want to try to find it elsewhere. I take no credit for the writing of this article, but can support most of it from the past four years of marriage. 

1. CHOOSE YOUR HABITS WISELY

We are creatures of habit and routine, and that's one of the things that makes marriage work. It’s exhausting to even imagine waking up every day to a partner with random behaviors. We count on our husband or wife liking the same foods, keeping the same schedule, and reacting in predictable ways. Over the years, we fall into these grooves that are very difficult to get out of, and our spouses digs their own grooves parallel to ours, which is why we should choose those grooves very carefully. Bad habits developed early in the marriage—in the bedroom, in the checkbook, around the dinner table, with the in-laws or children, or during arguments—become very difficult to change over the years. They doom us to the same conflicts over and over (see Item #3 below) or cause long term hurts that remain open abrasions and never heal. In some cases they are fatal to the marriage. Within the first few years, you set habits for the next fifty. Choose carefully.

2. MONEY MATTERS.

I know it shouldn’t, but it does, although not necessarily in the same way that some people think. It is true that money cannot buy happiness, and you can certainly be happy without a lot of money. But a marriage is a lot of things, and most of them involve money. You are a household, a home, a family unit—all of these involve spending money for shelter, food, clothing, etc. Everyday, money will flow through your marriage. Sometimes, it will be on the surface, and sometimes it will be like a subterranean river or aquifer, but almost everything you do together will require money, or decisions about money, or the handling of money. More money doesn’t mean a better marriage, but the quality of your marriage absolutely will be affected by how you think about it, how you make decisions about it, and how you handle it. If you do those things together and well, then you can live in marital bliss with barely two sticks to rub together and more won’t necessarily make you happier. If you are incompatible in how you think about money, then you could have a mountain of it and be miserable together—lots of rich people are. Your future together depends not so much on your financial worth as your financial compatibility.

3. YOU WILL HAVE THE SAME HALF-DOZEN FIGHTS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

You won’t have six hundred fights in your marriage; you’ll have six fights a hundred times. The things that lead to real conflict in marriage are our basic points of incompatibility. And unless you married a complete stranger, there are only a handful of those. But here’s the problem: most of us don’t change that much over time. We want to, we try to, but it’s very difficult. And so, to mix a metaphor, wherever our sharp edges clash, our gears grind again and again. Couple A has never fought about issue X, but Couple B has snipped at each other about it for thirty years. Couple A gets so tired of issue Y that they get a divorce over it, but it has never occurred to Couple B to even disagree over it. The solution is obvious, but very difficult: isolate and contain these half dozen problems like the Centers for Disease Control quarantining a virus outbreak, and then try to destroy them with every resource you’ve got. It probably means that both of you will have to change your shape a little bit at those conflict points so that they don’t grind as badly. Every now and then there will be a flare-up on those border points. But when they come, celebrate and enjoy the ninety-four points of agreement between you while you learn to live with the six perpetual challenges.

4. YOU CAN’T BE SURE ABOUT THE THE FUTURE BUT YOU CAN BE SURE ABOUT YOUR BEHAVIOR.

There are no guarantees of what will happen during a marriage, but the whole point of a marriage is to guarantee how we will react, whatever happens. We promise to make it work through good times and bad, sickness and health, wealth and poverty, until death do us part. Whatever life throws at us, we can still choose how we will react, what we will do, and who we will be. But what about the spouse who breaks their vows? A faithful spouse can still wind up with a broken marriage. But they can decide that they will not be the one to break it.

When we allow the possibility, no matter how slender, that we can break our vows if things aren’t turning out like we expected, then failure has become an option and a day will come when that becomes like a light that brings hope in a dark place. If we can break our vows, we will be sorely tempted to do it. Decide that, as much as it is up to you, failure is not an option for your marriage, and that whatever else happens, you will be a promise keeper.

5. IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU OR EVEN THE TWO OF YOU. YOUR MARRIAGE AFFECTS MORE PEOPLE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW.

You can have a private sexual relationship if that’s what you want. But marriage is not a private affair, and it never has been. That’s why we have witnesses, sign legal documents, and record marriages in public records. A marriage binds two people, but it also joins extended families, entwines property, becomes part of the fabric of communities and churches, makes friends, and produces children. Why do you think those two hundred people were at your wedding? To celebrate that you were having, or going to have, sex and play house with someone? Your marriage is a unit, the basic unit, of society, and society is invested in it. When it fails, lots of people are affected. When lots of marriages fail, it costs society dearly. You are responsible and expected to hold your place in the line in the world’s defense against chaos. Do not abandon your post, because others will suffer if you do.

6. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF SO YOU HAVE SOMETHING GOOD TO GIVE TO YOUR SPOUSE.

In marriage, you give yourself as a gift to another person. But if you let yourself deteriorate, what do you have to offer? Is your personality enjoyable? Are your habits responsible and considerate? Is your heart hopeful, helpful, and honorable? Are your finances in order? And, yes: is your body as attractive as you can reasonably make it? Don’t be surprised if your spouse’s enthusiasm for you sags when your flabby soul or body is sagging because of neglect and self-abuse. Take responsibility for maintaining and even improving yourself. Coldness at the dinner table or in the bedroom is not all his or her fault. Do your best, and offer your best. If he or she doesn't, encourage, but don't nag. Nagging gets you no where. Set an example for giving the best of yourself to the one you love.

7. HERE IS THE BIGGEST REASON MARRIAGES FAIL: TWO PEOPLE SET OUT FOR DIFFERENT DESTINATIONS.

Imagine two sailboats, setting out from the harbor in San Diego, California at the same time, headed to Tahiti. At first, they sail alongside each other. But over time, they gradually drift apart because they have punched different coordinates into their navigation computers. The differences weren’t great enough to notice before departure—the two skippers would have caught the error if they were headed for different continents—but they were off by a degree of latitude. Over a couple of thousand miles of open ocean, that one degree difference means hundreds of miles, and eventually they lose each other over the horizon.

You can never check your navigation too much. Before the marriage, while getting married, every month or week or even day during the marriage, keep comparing and recalibrating. Ask if you are going in the same direction. If not, you will have to make adjustments, or you will lose each other over the horizon. Who makes the adjustment? Who’s right, and who’s wrong? Most of the time, both of you need to make a course correction. Especially because our destinations change over time as we grow and learn and encounter the surprises of life. Get help and work it out.

8. SEX MATTERS.

Really, sex is the reason we get married in the first place. We could have all sorts of other relationships to meet our needs: friends, business partners, roommates, etc. But a man and a woman get married because they are a man and a woman, and they come together as one flesh, most of the time to produce children. Really, that’s the whole point.

There is more to marriage than sex—a lot more—but there should never be less. In other words, if we take sex out, all we are is roommates, parents, business partners, sometimes friends. To put sex in the terminology of formal logic (something we are not normally inclined to do), it is not a sufficient condition for a happy marriage, but it is a necessary one. When we can no longer be intimate, to merge our flesh and not know where one of us begins and the other ends, we have ceased to be man and wife.

But, but, but…yes, there are medical conditions, separations for work or war, seasons when children render us too exhausted to do it. Obviously, all that is true. But those are burdens to be borne with joy or obstacles to be overcome with determination. My wife and I have a friend who says if you can eat outside, you should. In the same spirit, if we can make love, we should. It’s what makes us married.

9. NEITHER OF YOU IS THE MODEL FOR WHAT THE OTHER HAS TO BECOME.

You’re not supposed to become like her, or she like you. Together, the two of you are becoming a third, new thing.

The Bible says that a man shall leave his mother and father and cleave to his wife and they shall become one flesh. We are both supposed to grow up, blending aspects of each other’s identity into our own and adding into the mix qualities that neither of us had as we learn about life together.

Of course, this isn’t easy. We aren’t destined to become like our parents, but that’s the gravity well into which we are constantly being pulled. It takes energy to escape it. And our own selfish nature constantly demands that our spouse take on our values and style.

It’s one of the greatest joys of life to grow into another person as you both grow older together like two small saplings whose roots and branches entwine over the decades so that you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.

10. NEVER CRITICIZE YOUR SPOUSE TO OTHERS. THAT CRACKS THE DOOR TO OTHER DISLOYALTIES.

It is so tempting to vent our frustration with our spouse to a friend. We rationalize that a good friend will understand, offering comfort and advice. And when we can’t find a good friend, we’re tempted to criticize our spouse behind their back to an acquaintance, or even a stranger. But when we do, we create a confidant and forge an emotional alliance against the one person in the world to whom we owe complete loyalty. It feels innocent, at first. But in small and subtle ways, we are driving a wedge in our marriage. Our wife or husband becomes “her” or “him,” the Other whom we seek support against. That support may be nothing more than a nod of the head, a chuckle, or a pat on the arm. But an important shift has occurred. And what begins with that small gesture doesn’t always end there. Do not open the door to disloyalty to your husband or wife, even a little bit.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

<3 your body

Just lately, I love my body. Usually I feel insecure about something or another... my love-handles hang over my pants too much, my belly flab is excessive, my boobs are too small, my thighs are too big, my butt is too jiggly, etc. But not lately. 
Lately, I love my body. Not because I've been working out or am in excellent shape. Not because of any loss of fat. Not because I've been eating healthier. I think it's just because I'm pregnant. 

My belly sticks out further than usual...because there is a baby inside of it!
My love-handles feel bigger than ever... because my hips are spreading out extra wide for a baby to fit through them. 
My boobs are extra sensitive and a little bigger than normal...because they are gearing up to provide nourishment after that baby arrives. 
My thighs are big... because I'm carrying around a lot of extra weight and need that extra support. 
My butt is jiggly...but at least it's comfortable to sit on when the rest of me is exhausted. 

Even though my body is far from perfect, I feel completely comfortable in my skin (stretch marks and everything). When I feel the teeny-tiny wiggles and jabs inside of me, I am amazed at how my body can  carry another life. This baby, boy or girl, big or small, is growing inside of MY body. My body is able to support him/her during the most delicate stages of life. 


Even if you're not pregnant or don't necessarily love your body right now, think about this: 
Your body is what you live in. Your body allows you to take in nourishment and transfers it into energy. Your body provides you with what you need to think and communicate with others. Your body gives you signals to tell you when it needs something vital to your existence, like sleep, food, or water. Your body screams at you when you overuse or abuse it. Your body can warn you of danger and provide you with comfort. Your body has an automatic cool down system built in for when you get too warm. Your body has muscles that allow you to move from one place to another and complete the tasks at hand. Your body is pretty cool. 

Whether or not your love-handles hang over your jeans or your boobs are too big, whether your thighs are jiggly or toned to perfection, whether you're riddled with scars or have perfect skin tone, your body is amazing. Treat that thing with respect. You don't have to look like a movie star to be thankful for your body. It does pretty good at doing its job right now. So, rather than getting down on ourselves for the extra weight we carry or the imperfect skin tone we have, let's appreciate what our bodies do every day. 

My 22 week baby bump: 
(sucking in, pushing out, standing normal)

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

The Dentist

The last time I went to the dentist was when I was just a kid... Ok, maybe not quite that bad, but I certainly haven't gone since we got married and that's been at least 4 years. I'm pretty sure I was at most a teenager the last time I went. Since then I've gotten married, started cooking for myself, and gone through one and a half pregnancies that involved lots of throwing up and lots of sugar.

Anyway, I went to the dentist today and was a little bit worried that they were going to tell me it would be best to pull out all of my teeth and get dentures instead. Turns out they aren't so bad! In fact, I only have one little cavity. However, they didn't do x-rays because of this kid in my belly, so I suppose there is still the possibility of some super hidden ones. There was some tarter built up on the back of those bottom inscisors, but he said that for four years, it wasn't bad at all. I was pretty pleased with the verdict. 

Thanks for the good teeth Dad! 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Picture update

I found a bunch of fun pictures on my iPad that no one but me will enjoy unless I share them, so here they are for your viewing pleasure! 

A day at Java Gym with Brendan (from June):

Making his own entertainment on our roadtrip (early July):

A day at the library with mom (late July):

This goofy kid (July/August): 

These kids love to read (August): 

A day with three kids (late August): 

Special thanks to picstich for motivating me to organize my pictures. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Work, sweat, and tears

This is my first week "back at work."
I'm only working two afternoons and one full day a week, but it has been a bit of an adjustment already. John naps whenever he gets tired, usually going down sometime between 11 and 2 and sleeping for two hours or so. When we're just hanging out, running errands, or visiting friends, that works just fine. I make sure he has a two hour chunk of time in there and we're all good. 
Well, yesterday, he got tired right at 11, so I put him down right away. It would have been fine if he woke up at 1 (I had to be at work by 1:30), but of course, he didn't. So, I had to wake him up from his nap. Pearl helped me wake him, so he was very happy when he woke up and had a great time at Amanda's the whole time I was working. 
However, his cut-short-nap time meant that he was really cranky and tired by the time we got home after grocery shopping after work. When he went to bed, he just didn't sleep well. Usually, he'll go down around 8:30 and sleep straight through the night until about 8:30. Last night he woke up crying and upset around 9:30 and then fussed about 4-5 more times through the night. 
After his restless night of sleep, I had to wake him up at 8 this morning so we could leave again. Pearl helped me wake him up again, so he was a happy camper, but still a little groggy. He spent the day at Kelly's and unfortunately didn't nap well because he and Brendan went back and forth crying/waking each other up. He fell asleep in the carseat on the say home and, knowing he was exhausted, I picked him up carefully and just laid right down with him. He slept for about 40 minutes and then woke up crying. He kept crying no matter what we did and then went and hid behind the chair in his room, just sobbing. Eric finally rocked him back to sleep and he slept for another hour (6:30-7:30, way off schedule). When he woke up, he was just crying and screaming again. He wouldn't eat or drink anything, didn't want to be rocked or held, didn't want to be on the ground. We force-changed his diaper because we couldn't figure out what was wrong. Force fed him a teething tablet in hopes that that would help, but he just kept crying. I started to worry that something was seriously wrong with him. Poor little guy. 
After about 10 minutes of that, he noticed Sam sitting in his bed and pointed to him, while crying. I bent over and started to pet Sam while holding John. Out of nowhere, he stopped crying and started giggling and petting Sam. Then he walked over to the table, climbed in his chair, and started feeding himself the applesauce that he had refused five minutes earlier. After that, he was just joyful for the next hour and half. He played, hid, ate, talked, chased, and giggled. He drank his bottle, helped clear the table, filled his diaper, brushed his teeth, and cuddled up to listen to his Bible story all without a tear or sob. If only I could understand what goes through that little head of his.

Oh, and we can't forget the sweat...
After putting him to bed, I was watching him on our handy-dandy-freebie video-baby monitor. He rolled over and pulled the whole blanket over his head. After waving his arm in a lack-luster attempt to remove the blanket, he gave up and went to sleep. A few minutes later I snuck in and gently removed the blanket from its suffocating position. John was dripping in sweat and all of his hair was matted down to his head. What a funny little boy.

If you get a chance, pray that our continued transition to the school year goes smoothly for all of us.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Soccer player?

I love soccer. I don't play it very often anymore, but I still love it. 

I think my kids are going to be soccer players. 

This week we went to visit Eric at Kuyper. John found a balloon and was kicking/chasing it down for a good 15 minutes. I call that dribbling :)

More notably, this week, my other baby has been kicking me constantly. I love it. I touch my tummy and smile every time. 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Knocked-up: Round two

So, for anyone who didn't know, I'm pregnant again!! This kiddo is due sometime around the end of January, which means the baby and John will be about 20 months apart. We are so excited that our family is growing again and can't wait to meet this little one. Our lives are certainly going to change again! 
God has blessed us so much. I am constantly blown away by the miracle it is that there is a child growing and developing inside of me right now. How amazing is that? 
Unfotunately, there are some serious side effects that come along with growing a human. Since I haven't complained on my blog about the woes of womanhood in a few months, here are all of them at once. Yup, I've been writing them down :)


May 7: I was really tired today. That was the first sign that I was pregnant with John. Could I be pregnant? Too soon to test...
May 21: I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant, but I took a test today and got a very faint positive. That probably means yes. 
May 23: Yup. Preggers. 
May 24: Going camping this weekend. Good thing I'm not nauseous yet!
May 27: Headaches...I don't remember the headaches. Is this normal?
May 28: I am so tired. 
June 1: I think John is actually done breastfeeding. If I'm really convincing, I can get him to latch on and suck until one or two drops come out. Then he's done and just looks at me as though to ask "How long are you going to keep trying this?"
June 4: I met with the nurse today to make sure I'm preggo and run some blood tests. I got a prescription for "Zofran" because this is the week that the sick-so-bad-I-can't-drink-a-sip-of-water-without-throwing-up hit during the last pregnancy. It hasn't come yet, but I'm expecting it to arrive very soon. 
June 5: Getting ready to substitute teach this morning and what comes but the wonderful "morning" sickness! Good thing I got that prescription. I tested it out and it worked great today. 
June 6: I decided to try to go today without the Zofran just to make sure that I actually do have morning sickness and yesterday wasn't just a fluke. It wasn't. 
June 7: Found out I'm anemic. That explains the headaches. Iron supplements here I come! 
June 8: I've been having some crazy weird dreams lately. I even woke Eric up a few times by grabbing his arm in terror in the middle of the night. Good thing I don't remember them...
June 9: My boobs hurt. 
June 10: Nausea sucks. Why does part of "pain with childbearing" have to be feeling like there is a lump of throw up in my throat that constantly threatens to emerge if I don't hold it back?
June 11: Hung out with a few other ladies while Eric played ultimate. One of them is 22 weeks pregnant and still nauseous. They didn't know I was pregnant, so I kept it together, but just the idea of being sick that long made me want to hurl again. Good thing I had cheese, crackers, and summer sausage with to keep my stomach occupied. 
June 12: I actually feel pregnant. Maybe it's because I threw up this morning (despite the Zofran) or because I figured out my due date or something else, but I feel like there is something alive inside of me. It's exciting. Side note: Shiraz is a delicious restaurant. 
June 13: Went out with Eric on a date to celebrate our second kiddo. We thought about going bowling after supper, but decided on a movie instead when walking around made me feel sick. 
June 14: I've taken to using a chip-clip to plug my nose whenever I have to change John's diaper. He thinks it's hilarious. I think it's painful, but at least I don't puke while I change him! I have a stinky baby.
June 16: Throwing up is no fun. No fun at all. 
June 19: Is it ok that I just want to lay on the couch all day and do nothing? Every time I move I think I'm going to puke. 
June 20: So, last time around, I didn't get any prescription for my nausea because I was cooler than that. The doc recommended trying to take vitamin B and half a tab of Unisom (a sleep aid) to reduce nausea. I didn't very often because along with getting rid of nausea, it would also put me to sleep. Well, after barely sleeping for the last two nights, I decided to give it a try. I slept like a baby PLUS I didn't throw up once all day today! I may be less cool than last time, but at least I slept last night. 
June 22: My baby is the size of a plum. Crazy right? I can feel where my uterus ends when I poke it with my fingers. I realized that that uterus is going to be all the way up to my boobs soon enough. 
June 25: Nathan picked me up in Grand Rapids for our road trip today. I came prepared with saltines, a bowl, a water bottle, ginger ale, peppermint oil, and an assortment of vitamins and prescriptions for nausea. We'll see how this goes...
July 9: I made it through a two week road-trip vacation! Yes, I puked now and then, but I didn't die like I felt like I might when I thought about it beforehand. We got to tell most of our family (including Eric's parents) in person that we were having another kiddo, which is really nice. 
July 10: We got to hear the babies heartbeat today!! I also got my yoohoo checked out and the doctor confirmed that she thinks I'm right on my dates (as if I wasn't sure). She also told me to try to eat Lays potato chips in order to drive my thirst so I'll drink more. Dr. prescribed Potato Chips? I'll take it!
July 11: I tried the potato chip trick today. It totally works! I drank 3 full 8 ounce glasses of water while eating a small bowl of Lays. Considering that earlier today a single sip of water made me gag, I'd say it was a success. 
July 12: I just cried while listening to "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus because I felt bad for her feeling so uncomfortable and nervous in a new place... I must be pregnant.
July 15: I brought out the "Belly Band" today. I decided I shouldn't keep unbuttoning my pants every time I get nauseous or feel bloated... that MIGHT be inappropriate. 
July 16: I got a sudden, specific craving for deep fried mac-n-cheese bites. I haven't had those since I worked at K's in 2008. Where did that come from? Instead of special ordering from Colorado, I made a grilled cheese sandwich at 9:00 at night. 
July 17: I didn't take my nighttime nausea medication last night and I still haven't thrown up this morning. This is awesome! Maybe it was that late night grilled cheese sandwich.
July 17 pm: False alarm... I was super stoked thinking my nausea was beginning to fade, but it has returned with a vengence. I threw up three times just this afternoon/evening and could barely make it through changing John's diaper. 
July 18: Taquitos... yum. 
July 22: I haven't thrown up (or felt super nauseous) in two whole days!! Still haven't given up the anti-nausea methods, but I'm hopeful! I made it through a day at the beach and my first day babysitting all day. I even drank a normal person's amount of water and don't feel dehydrated! Downside...I think I'm getting a sore throat. 
July 23: Double down side. Sore throat came with a head cold. Darn this weakened immune system! An incredibly runny nose=snot dripping into my throat=nauseous. I'm not sure how sick I would be feeling if I were healthy, but I know this cold is not helping the situation. 
July 24: Holy Cow!! I just realized I'm officially in my second trimester! I threw up this morning, but it was only in response to a bad smell; I didn't feel nauseous all day! 
August 3: I only threw up once all last week! I was still taking my anti-nausea medicine, but that's still pretting impressive for this sicko mama. 
August 10: Ran out of Zofran today, so I'm quitting cold turkey (maybe). I've only taken nausea medication 3 or 4 times this week and it really hasn't been that bad. I even scooped dog poop without throwing up (yes, I had my nose plugged close with a clip the whole time, but still...)
August 11: I felt the baby move for the first time last night. It was amazing. Absolutely incredible. There is a complete living being inside of me. Right now this little life is dependent on me, but already moves independently. This little baby is a miracle for sure. 

Fun ways to announce my pregnancy:

1. John got a new shirt: 
2. The dogs have been doing some reading in preparation for the next few months:
3. 
4. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Opposites

Hard-Soft
Thick-Thin
Squished-Plump
Cold-Warm
Wet-Dry
Round-Flat
Putrid-Stagnant
Fresh-Stale
Decayed-New
Black-White
Green-Brown (not exactly opposite, but close enough)
Dense-Scattered
Chunky-Smooth
Bugfilled-Bugless
Burried-Prominent

Can you guess what I'm describing? 

If you don't want to be grossed out, stop reading now. 
Here it is: Dog Poop. 
How dog poop can take such extreme forms when they eat the exact same thing every day is beyond me. I guess we could blame it on the fact that some of it has been sitting in our yard for 2 weeks...

We went on vacation for a week. While we were gone, our dogs' bowels continued to function as usual. When we got back, neither of us were really excited about jumping on the pooper-scooper train, so it got pushed off for about another week. 

Well, the time finally came, and I did the deed. I plugged my nose with a clip, put on some rubber gloves, armed myself with a shovel, and scooped poop like I've never scooped poop before. I filled three Meijer bags with doo-doo. 

The good news: 1. I didn't throw up the whole time. 2. We now have a clean (and much more manageable) back yard. 3. Eventually, my kids will be old enough for me to pass this responsibility on to them. Muhahaha!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Bedtime Routine

John is a pretty fun little kid. One of my favorite times of the day is bedtime. This coming week, Eric and I are going to be in Tennessee with some friends; John is going to be in Indiana with my parents. Since I'm going to miss out on bedtime for a week, I figured I'd share it with the rest of the world.  

Step 1: Dinner. (6:30ish). He gets pretty messy when he's eating, so we usually strip and wipe him down right after that. 
Step 2: Bath. (7:00ish). We don't have an actual bath, so John bathes in our laundry tub. This is nice and deep, which is great because he likes to spend half of his bath time standing up. Rather than use soap on him, we just put some liquid soap in the tub and let him have a bubble bath. We wash him down right away and then let him play. He loves to have the water running while he's in there and will splash as much as possible. Once he's done, we bundle him up in a towel and head up to his bedroom. 
Step 3: PJs and Playtime. (7:30ish). As quickly as possible, we get a diaper on him. He usually tries to run out of his room giggling while I chase him down calling out "Come here you little nudist!" Once we get a diaper on him, we let him play with his dogs, blanket, or toys for a while. We usually sneak his PJs on him sometime during this playtime. Eric usually roughhouses with him until he laughs gut-wrenchingly. This is the best part about bedtime. We know he's tired enough for bed when he starts to cry at little things.  
Step 4: Bottle and Bed. (8:00ish). Once he is tired enough, we hold him while we get his bottle ready. We put about 5 ounces of milk in a bottle, heat it up for 30 seconds, and give it to John. He holds it in his arms while I hold him in my arms. We wave "night night" to Sam, Pearl, and Daddy and go to his room. After turning the fan on, the lights off, closing the door, and getting his blanket and pipe, we sit down on the mattress on the floor. I sit cross-legged, and he sits in my lap, letting his head rest on my belly while he drinks his bottle and looking up at me occasionally with his beautiful blue eyes. This is the other best part about bedtime. When he is about 3/4 done with his bottle, I clip his pipe onto his PJs. Then he rotates between sucking his pipe and finishing off his bottle, eyes drooping slowly as he switches back and forth. When he's done his bottle, he either hands it to me or sets it down and pulls his blanket onto his lap. 
Step 5: Prayer. Sometimes, he will stay resting just like that in my lap. Other times, he will wiggle around and I will stand up, holding him with his head resting on my shoulder. Then we pray together "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray The Lord my soul to Keep. Guard me Jesus through the night and wake me with the morning light." I continue by praying for all the important things going on in our lives, thanking, praising, confessing, and asking. After this, we just rock or rest for a few more minutes until I think he's ready to lay down. When I lay John into his crib, I rest my hand on his back or chest and pray "John Boss Roosma, may The Lord bless you and keep you. May The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you. May The Lord put his countenance upon you and give you his peace. Amen." This is is the other best part about bedtime. After that I either rub his back until he falls asleep or kiss him goodnight and leave the room. He sometimes cries and needs a little reassurance that we still love him. Other times he figures out how to put himself to sleep. I don't let him cry for more than 15 minutes without comforting him, but most of the time, he'll fall asleep in that time. Every once in a while, especially if we are driving, he needs a little extra reassurance so I sing a song to him while I rock him or rub his back. 
Here is my favorite song to sing to him: 

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and the rain fall soft upon your fields.

Until we meet again my friend
Until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hands (2x)

Needless to say, I love this little guy. If that isn't obvious from the incredible attention he gets every day, I'm guessing it will be from the 2 hour bedtime routine every night. Ok, so it doesn't actually take 2 full focused hours, but we really do love him a lot (and he probably is pretty spoiled). 

Friday, June 14, 2013

Baby Girl

When I was born, I was the baby of the family. When Nathan came along, I retained the title of the baby girl of the family. I was completely content with this. Alicia was born in the middle of the night and I was the first one to get to see her. That was pretty cool, however, when Alicia was born, I lost all "baby of the family" privileges. I don't remember why this was such a big deal to me at 4 years old, but it was. Maybe it had to do with the fact that there was one more person to share dad and mom with. Maybe it was that I was now officially a middle child with no special status. Maybe it was that she was just so cool that I knew I could never outdo her. Whatever it was, I was jealous of her. 

Over time, that jealousy eventually turned into appreciation and then to love. I learned to love Alicia for who she was, all her quirks included. Alicia got married last week. Now, I know Greg THINKS that he already loves Alicia, but I want him to know, that as he gets to know her more and more, his love will only grow for her. It can't do anything else! As he discovers her funny little quirks and learns more about her, he will appreciate and love her more and more. Get ready Greg!

Here is the photo-guest book that I made for them. I hope that it is now filled with wonderful advice and memories of their wedding day. Hopefully they will cherish it for the rest of their lives. 

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Congratulations Alicia and Greg! I love you both. 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Full Time

This was written by my sister-in-law, Becca. She has a lot of wisdom. This is something that I need to be reminded of often.

Full-Time:

My full-time, 24-hour, on call job right now is the most important one I've had in my whole life.
It requires much more of me than any other job, but the value is far greater.
The problem is it doesn't always seem that way.
Most days there's not much sense of accomplishment or anyone saying, "job well done."
Where most jobs merely assist or serve people, this job shapes people!
Two little people, who look to me and my husband for love, support, guidance, knowledge... everything.
With God's help I have to take my role as a mother seriously.

Bethany & Isabelle

my life right now...

my beautiful blessings...

my job is to be their mom, mommy, mama

The MOST important job of my life.

God help me to take it seriously.

Help me every day
to do my best
with Your help.

April Mary Quite Contrary

My baby sister is graduating high school today.

When I graduated from High School, my mom sent all of the pictures of me to my oldest sister, Anna. Anna compiled them into a scrapbook of my life, birth to high school graduation. I love that scrapbook. Eric has something similar. We also put together a photo album from our wedding/honeymoon. We have those three books sitting next to eachother and everyonce in a while, I pull them out and look through them, just to help me remember where we came from. The pictures bring back so many memories. The most important thing that scrapbook reminds me of is my roots, my faith, family, and friends. It grounds me.

I am not nearly as creative as Anna, but I wanted to try to do the same thing for April that she did for me. So, as a gift to her for graduation and a way for her to remember all the times that brought her here, mom and I decided to make her a photo book. I hope that it can ground her when she's homesick, confused, frustrated, or just in need of a walk down memory lane.

In order to maximize my coupons, I decided to make two (one for high school, one for before that). Here are the links so you can look at them too!

1995-2009 (Birth-8th grade)
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2009-2013 (High School)
http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Absm7hw4Yt2jjI

Congratulations April! I am so proud of the beautiful, Godfearing, unique woman that you have become. You are incredibly talented and have learned much earlier than most that your life is not defined by those around you, but by you and your own choices. Thanks for being you. These books don't even come close to sharing all of the memories, love and, joy that we have shared. I love you so much and can't wait to see what God has in store for you.

Love your big sister,
Angela Faith

Monday, May 20, 2013

My rant to Alicia

I have a long lost sister. Her name is Alicia. This is what I just wrote to her:

I thought you should know that I think its lame that:
1. You got rid of your facebook so I can't contact you there.
2. You don't update your blog so I can't stalk you here.
3. You STILL haven't added me on skype, so I can't even call you with that! (I friend requested you about a month ago when I got my iPad and my own skype name and so far...nothing).
4. You still haven't told me if you want John to be in your wedding or if people are just making that up. Do I need to find some clothes for him?

I think it would be cool if:
1. You got facebook back since you're moving to Alberta and we'll need pictures of your baby bump in about 2 months.
2. You updated your blog more often to let me know what's going on in your life.
3. You added me on skype so I could skype you.
4. I could talk to you. I miss you a little bit in case you didn't guess that.

I'm excited that she is going to be in Indiana this month so that I can see her a little bit.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Videos 2

I may have gone a little crazy on the videos this week. He's just so much fun to watch and I want everyone else to be able to see him too!

Wednesday: Playing with his helicopter.

Thursday: Being a goofball. 

Friday: Watched the video of him playing with his helicopter. Went to get his helicopter. Got mad when I stood up instead of letting him keep watching the video. 

Hope you enjoy as much as I do!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Driver's Training

I remember driver's ed. It was one of the most boring classes I have ever taken.
Fortunately, I took driver's ed in a three-week intensive summer course with 4 other people from DeMotte (Lauren, Erin, Dean, and Ryan). Our parents took turns carpooling us to Valparaiso everyday, so we would all load into a vehicle, joke around, eat, talk, laugh, or "practice driving" for 45 minutes until we got to there. Then, we would continue to joke around, talk, or laugh for the rest of the morning while we were learning all about the rules and regulations of driving in Indiana.
Learning to drive with a friend was so much more enjoyable than doing it by myself. It helped me to keep my sanity when I rode with the crazy instructors: paranoid guy, the smoker, "key color" OCD guy, and of course, the lady. Friends make things more fun.

Today, John showed Brendan how to "drive" his car by walking behind it. Brendan loved this and went at it for the next 20 minutes or so.

Watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyNY1wVjN1c

After a while, John got pretty sick of sharing and tried to commandeer his car by sitting on it. Brendan decided that he wanted to keep driving anyway! They learned that driving is more fun with a friend.

Watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7TUn053lkE

I thought that would be the end of it, but pretty soon, they had switched places and John was pushing Brendan!

Watch it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-7KbkYLr7I

Sorry I didn't post the videos right on here, but I can't figure out how to do that on this iPad. Hope you enjoy watching these kiddos learn to drive! I sure did (although an hour and a half of following them around helping them turn did tire me out :)

Monday, April 29, 2013

My son the separatist

John is almost a year old and already makes his desires clearly known. His most extreme showings occur at meal times. This kid loves food. In fact, I haven't found much that he won't eat; I have, however, learned that he prefers to eat his food in a particular manner: separated.
I first realized this a few months ago when I gave him mixed veggies for dinner. He kept throwing pieces on the floor, so finally I separated each type of veggie into a different section of his tray to see what would happen. He first at all the carrots, then all of the corn, then all of the beans, etc. it's not that he didn't want all of the vegetables that were there, he just wanted to know exactly what to expect with each bite. He's not so big on mixing favors.
This week, I noticed his separatist tendencies a few different times. When I gave him a bowl with dry Cheerios, chopped up strawberries, and some blackberries for breakfast, he ate all of the blackberries, then all of the Cheerios, then all of the strawberries. It's not that he didn't like one of them, he just needed to know exactly what to expect.
Today, while trying to finish off some of he leftover food from the cottage last week, I let John gnaw on a ham sandwich. This kid decided the way to eat a sandwich was to take it apart, pull off all of the toppings, set the bread aside, and eat each topping one by one, cheese first of course. When he finished all of the toppings, he moved on to the bread.
What a weirdo.

(This coming from his mother who mixes her food or makes sure there are equal amounts of everything left so that she can have the perfect combination of flavors with every bite. Maybe we're all weird in our own way.)

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Home Alone

Eric was gone this past weekend and I came to a few realizations about myself.
If I lived alone...
...my room would be at least as messy as April's room. (I had no motivation to keep my clean clothes off the floor if I knew I was going to be the only one stepping on them).
...I would rearrange the furniture every other day. (Eric was gone for two days and I rearranged twice. I just got bored so quickly!)
...I would eat Mac-n-cheese or cereal 80% of the time. (Cook a casserole for two and you only have to eat leftovers once. Cook a casserole for one and you'll be eating leftovers all week.)
...I would start a million projects and never finish them. (I always get these great ideas and get started with such enthusiasm and then get distracted and forget about them or get overwhelmed and avoid them. Usually I either finish them or quit and clean it up because I feel bad leaving xyz on the kitchen table when we should be eating there as a family.)
...I would probably become a hoarder. (I just think things are so cool and see so much potential in them! Eric just sees trash.)
...I would be an emotional wreck. (I know this is subjective to my current situation, but I was so lonely without him!)

Overall, my weekend home alone (with a baby and dog) made me realize that my husband makes me a much better person. I love that man more than I can put into words. I'm glad I get to live with him. The next time you come to our clean, organized, non-hoarder house, you'll know that even though I do my fair share of the cleaning, Eric is the one to thank.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Videos

I finally watched some of the videos that I took of John on our camera. Here are a few of my favorites. You can watch them here or click the link to watch them on YouTube, which sometimes loads faster.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_DjTtddzoU
2013.03.28. John is very proud of the fact that he has learned to stand. He also has the most adorable giggle and voice in the world. As long as I'm sitting in the recliner (reading or whatever), he will play in this Bumbo seat for quite a while.
John at 10 months 2 weeks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxFoT9Wjy9o
2013.03.25. This is how this kiddo is on a usual basis. He loves to walk with his car, talk, and climb on his mom. I love him.
John at 10 months 2 weeks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFGmDUaAkWE
Aunt Julia came over yesterday and was "clicking her tongue" at John. This morning he woke up and was doing it right away in the morning. He did it all day!
John at 10 months 1 week

Friday, April 12, 2013

The verdict is in...

NOT pregnant.

As you probably know, Aunt Flo came for the first visit in more than a year and a half last month. No fun. After that I thought, man, not having to deal with her every month was pretty great. Maybe getting pregnant again is the key! However, I didn't really think of it as a viable possibility.

Then I went to DeMotte for a week and heard that during her childbearing years, my mom had about 10 periods and 6 kids within 10 years. That's an average of 2 cycles between every kid!

Well then I started getting nervous. I mean, Eric wasn't in DeMotte with me then, so there were no advances to deny that week, but I sure didn't do much denying the week before. What if I was pregnant again? I had been tracking my temperatures and didn't show the big ovulation-fluctuation, but then again I didn't have a very consistent sleep schedule, so maybe it wasn't very accurate. Then I started to get nervous. I didn't have my thermometer with me in DeMotte and was sharing a room with John, so trying to get the necessary pre-temp-taking three hours of sleep was pretty much impossible. I didn't even have a way of tracking my basal body temperature to see if it was staying high! What was a Natural Family Planning mother to do? No way to know for sure if I was pregnant or not? Worst nightmare.

The day before I headed back to DeMotte, I started feeling sick. Early nausea? It's probably a girl. I threw up Friday night and was sure I was pregnant. Saturday morning I took my temperature and sure enough, it was five tenths of a degree higher than it had been the week before. I knew it...I was pregnant. Oh no... I'm not mentally prepared for another three months of puking. I finally fit in all my pre-pregnancy clothes and now I'm gonna get fat again.

But wait a minute... Monday morning my temp went back down to 97.8. Probably just a fluke. I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant. No more nausea. Was I really just sick? This was day 30 of my cycle. I usually start a new cycle on day 30. I couldn't take it; I had to pee on a stick to know for sure. Only one line...hmmm...you know, these things are only 90% accurate. I'm still not sure, I might be pregnant.

Well folks, Day 32 and Aunt Flo is back for her second visit in a year and half. Don't worry, I won't give you monthly updates on her visit, but my mind has done a crazy amount of back-and-forth this month. Mom made me nervous! Now I've got my handy dandy thermometer and my chart next to my bed and will make sure not to miss a temperature until I'm good and ready for everything that follows that brief moment of lack of denial. For this control freak, the reassurance of a regular chart is the only thing that will deliver peace of mind.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Why?

I watched Wendell today.
Wendell is the three-year-old son of two intellectuals. (His mother is a tenured prof with her doctorate at Calvin; his father runs the Writing Center at Kuyper and is completing his masters).
Wendell has a LOT of questions.

Why doesn't the dog eat his food now?
Maybe he's not hungry right now.
Why is he not hungry right now?
He already ate once today.
Why did he already eat once today?
Um... I don't know. Because he was hungry.
Did you see him eat his food today?
No; he doesn't like to eat in front of me.
Why does he not like to eat in front of you?
He's kind of shy.
Why is he shy?
I don't know why. What do you think Wendell?
You tell me.
Well, I just don't know.

Why is that light off and the other one on?
Well, that light bulb is burnt out.
Why is it burnt out?
After a long time, they just stop working.
Why do they stop working?
Well, there's a filament in the light bulb and after a while it burns out.
Why does it burn out?

We proceed to lesson about light bulb involving a candle, wick, light bulb removal/comparison, and lots of questions. His dad arrives partway through our lesson and tells me that they often say "Because that's the way it is" now instead of explaining things. I understand why!

Wendell has a curiosity that can get to be frustrating! I know these questions seem to be important to him, but to be perfectly honest, he does not NEED to know the answers to these questions. I can provide for all of his needs without having to explain how the entire world works. He just needs to chill out and trust me when I tell him things are OK and not to worry.

Here's the thing: Wendell is not the only one who is going through this stage. Here's a few lines from some other conversations I've had lately:

Why can't you just make it clear what you want us to do?
Why does Eric's job have to be so frustrating some of the time?
Why is raising a child so difficult?
Why is it so easy to be unhealthy and take so much attention and work to be healthy?
Why does being a good steward have to be so difficult; can't you just make it easy?
Why doesn't our money seem to stretch far enough?
Why did their baby have to die?
Why is there so much sickness?
Why? Why? Why?

I'm sure that at times, God thinks that I sound like a 3 year old. I wonder how often he gets frustrated with me and thinks wonders why I don't realize that I don't NEED to know the answers to these questions. He can provide for MY needs without having to explain how the entire world works. I just need to chill out and trust HIM when he tells me that He is in control and that I don't need to worry.

While I was thinking about all of this, I remembered yet ANOTHER person who asked God a bunch of questions and found a similar answer. Job was a man who saw and experienced a great deal more suffering and trials than I ever have. He asked God "Why?"

Then, God speaks:
"Who is this that obscures my plans with words without knowledge?
Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me."

He goes on to point out all of mysteries of the world that HE created. Basically, God responds by saying that Job knows jack squat. There are so many things that Job does not know about how this world was formed or how nature works. Like Wendell's parents, God tells Job "Because that's the way it is."

Then Job realizes:
“I am unworthy—how can I reply to you? I put my hand over my mouth.
I spoke once, but I have no answer— twice, but I will say no more.”...
"Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know."

Wendell constant (and eventually frustrating) questioning made me realize how I sometimes sound. It's not my place to ask God why he made the world the way he did. It's not my job to question his justice or condemn Him to justify myself. I have no claim against Him that he must pay. Everything under heaven belongs to Him. It's my job to trust him, to follow his will for my life, and to give him glory in everything that I do. It's a good thing that I am NOT God, I wouldn't be able to handle that job. Thank goodness that my Daddy in Heaven is looking over everything.


Written on March 15, 2013