Sunday, December 22, 2013
Power Out
Friday, December 13, 2013
This is why I don't sleep:
Saturday, November 23, 2013
The joys of pregnancy!
Monday, November 11, 2013
Substitutes
Monday, November 4, 2013
Poor, poor, pitiful Pearl
Thursday, October 31, 2013
OCD
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Chop-chop
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Even-Stevens
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
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
The Dentist
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Picture update
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Work, sweat, and tears
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Soccer player?
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Knocked-up: Round two
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.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Opposites
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Bedtime Routine
Friday, June 14, 2013
Baby Girl
Congratulations Alicia and Greg! I love you both.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Full Time
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
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)
http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AaMWzJu3csWztI&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET
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 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
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Driver's Training
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
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
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
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...
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?
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 spoke once, but I have no answer— twice, but I will say no more.”...
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.
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