Monday, August 03, 2015

Aw, brothers.

"Have fun, love you!" I yelled out the front door to Simon.
Felix, thinking I was talking to him yells from his room, "Love you, too!"-to me, only he thought Simon took it as an ode of love to him.

Suddenly embarrassed by wishing Simon an "I love you," he corrects himself. "Oh, wait. I meant mom. Well...you are my brother and I do love you."

Unbeknownst to him, Simon was already long gone and I was the only one to hear the exchange. :)

Friday, July 31, 2015

Blog July31

A photo a day and a blog post a day for the entire month of July. I'm pretty sure I take a photo a day every month, but this month I was a bit more aware.








Thursday, July 30, 2015

Blog July30

Day in the life:

9:something- I hear small people.
9:00-9:05- attempt to wake myself up and shake the blur from my vision.

9:05-9:35-Read my Bible and pray and wonder/lament over what has happened to our family/country.

9:35-9:45-check email, Instagram, Facebook-see that it's more crap, different day.


9:45-Hand out tasks as I make breakfast. It's the only meal that I play short order cook. I let them choose, rather than fixing one meal. Mostly because the big two make their own breakfast.

10:00-10:45- eat breakfast, play with play-doh, find batteries for Jude's radio, figure out some issues with my current quilt, help Titus get set up with finger paints.

10:45-11:00- clean up everybody's messes that they've already "cleaned up." Work on grocery list.

11:00-11:30- attempt to put music on Sean's old mp3 player. His taste in music sucks is very different from mine. Give up on music.

11:30-11:45- mentally prepare myself to ride my bike even though it's 95 degrees with 70% humidity. Handle squabbles. Fill water bottle.

12:00-12:35- Ride. It's calming, even with Sean's lame music pumping in my ears. I pass four cornfields, two horses, two miniature donkeys, a handful of neighbors, very few cars. It gives me a chance to focus, to think, to remember, to worship.


12:35- Walk in to cheers of "Mooooom!!!" as if I've been gone much longer than 30 minutes. It's my favorite part of biking, honestly.

12:40-1:10- Chat with my friends. Start this blog post. Think about what else we have to do today. Grocery shop. Library. Gas.

1:15- shower.

1:45- make lunch. Today it was ham and salami sandwiches.

2:45-3:15- attempt to get Jude down for a nap. It's pretty hopeless. Unless he falls asleep in the car, it rarely happens these days.


4:00- run to the library.

4:40- head for groceries with a quick stop in at the PX to see if anything's new. Fort Eustis has a pretty lame PX...

7:30- start dinner, late. BBQ chicken wraps. Sean squirts me with a water bottle as I'm prepping his dinner. While he leaves to run(in the middle of me prepping his dinner), I have the boys help me plot revenge.

8:15- finally sit down to eat. All the while smiling nicely at Sean and sending the boys obvious signals. He wondered about a lot of things while he ate. We all just smiled and asked if he was enjoying his food. We didn't do a thing, but him thinking we did was enough revenge for me. Thanks for the plot, Kim. It worked wonderfully. :)

9:00-9:30- wrangle bedtime stallers. Urge them towards their beds.

9:30-10:00- read from a book of short stories about the sea with Titus and Jude. Who knew six year old boys don't care about mermaids? He could've kept his yawns a little quieter.

10:00- bid them goodnight. Jude went down like a champ. Just as he simmered down, one of the big kids got up to use the bathroom and the circus began.

10:02-10:25- go in and out of Jude's room to no avail.

10:25-10:45- sit on the floor next to Jude's bed and hold his hand til he falls asleep. Stare at his beautiful face in the dim light and thank GOD over and over again for him and his brothers.

10:45-11:10- finish this blog post and go on the hunt for ice cream. 

Obviously, I'm running out of things to blog about. I can't rail against the establishment anymore. I can't stomach watching any more videos involving the slaughter of innocent babies. My ticker can't take reading these stories and the comments in defense of this barbaric practice.

Once upon a time, I did a "day in the life" type books and blog posts. They're kinda boring, but a year from now I'll look back on it and be glad I jotted it down. This has been the best summer ever. I love the sleeping in and lazing about and playing. Today was hoooooot as crap, so we didn't play outside, but it's a norm in our schedule. We were also kinda hiding from the annoying neighbor kids. They have a super jacked up family situation, so I've been very tolerant of them breaking our stuff, but the honeymoon phase is wearing off. They don't leave when we tell them to. They ripped the doorbell off of our house. Just...off. They are 4 & 5 and they play in my yard and garage, where their guardians can not see them, for hours a day. They're sweet little guys, just rough and tumble and don't have any adult supervision or guidance telling them what's acceptable and what's not. It's funny to watch a five year old sass Sean in his own garage. I've been calling him Mr. Wilson. :)

Oh, Mr. Wiiiiilsoooon!

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Blog July29

I have nothing to say.

That's a lie. I have so much to say.

I am so utterly sickened by a society that will condone, celebrate, issue death threats on a man who killed an animal. I saw a comment about him being a monster who only did it so he could have a trophy; for the lion's skull. That is very sad. Lions are pretty. Lions don't deserve to be hunted down any more than hippos or squirrels or ants do. I mean, hunting to feed your family is one thing. Hunting for sport, even, I thinks it's okay, but I don't know that I'd be able to stomach walking into someone's home and seeing a lion rug on the floor. It would just make me wonder a lot of things.

I know a lot of hunters. They aren't bad people. Granted, I don't know any who have hunted lion, but given the opportunity, they may. It's the benefit of having opposable thumbs, I guess. It's being able to stay at the top of the food chain. I don't think there's a swarm of lion poachers out there, but I don't live near any lions, so I wouldn't know for sure.

The fact that the lion had a name is kinda silly to me. I mean, for identification purposes, I get it. But I honestly ignored the story for a while because I thought it was a children's tv show character or something. Cecil the Lion? It's kinda demeaning. I wonder if he even wanted to be called Cecil. Perhaps he would've preferred something a bit sturdier, like Thor.

Got a little off focus there. The point is that the man who killed the animal is a man. The lion is an animal. It seems our society doesn't quite understand the difference between one and the other. Human. Animal. There's a difference.

The media, oh boy, the media. Story after story about this lion.

Yet the slaughter of human beings...meh. Organ trafficking, who cares? BABIES. We're talking about tiny humans. Reliant, innocent, completely helpless little babies. That have souls and personalities and emotions and feelings. Human beings, like you and me. Babies with a future. They have beating hearts and tiny feet and little fingers that will never have a chance to wrap around a mama's thumb. Babies that are wanted, if not by their mothers, by so, so many. Babies that, if given a chance, would live long, productive lives. Human beings with potential to do amazing things and experience...life.

And they are having their brains sucked from their skulls.
They are having their little bodies crushed.
They are being poisoned with saline.
They are being torn apart piece by piece.

They are experiencing pain.

For profit. To fill the coffers of evil, sick, demented people.

Would you believe that not a single one of my left leaning friends has said a word about the PP scandal? I bet you would believe it, because I'm sure those of you reading have had friends stay completely silent about it, too. I thought SOMEONE would say something. Just a little, "Wow," or "This can't be true."

I think perhaps even they know it can't be defended. Although, really, is selling infant parts any worse than murdering them and throwing them away? I say every bit of it is disgusting. They are painting themselves into a corner a bit. By calling these body parts "head" and "liver" and whatever else, surely it makes someone think, "Blobs of cells don't have heads and livers. Humans have heads and livers."

Through all this evil, my faith in God is only solidified. His justice will come. Every story I see just confirms it. Man is not basically good. Man will answer for the evil he's done. It's a good reminder to check myself and be sure I'm not letting the evil creep into my own heart, my own home.

At the end of the day, when I've processed the horrors of what these videos show, I realize just how much I wanted my baby. How badly I miss knowing a new life was coming. Life is precious and every human deserves a chance to fulfill their purpose on this earth.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Blog July28

1- Seeing the #womenbetrayed rallies gives me hope. Perhaps we will be the generation that ends the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of human lives every year.

2- We've always told our boys, "Watch out how you treat X. One day, he'll be bigger than you." That day has finally come. Felix weighs in at exactly one pound more than Simon. I guess it's saying something that Simon can dead lift more than he weighs as he can tote Felix around. Though...not so  easily as he once did.

3- I've been riding my bike 4-8 miles/day lately. That's a lie. I rode 8 miles once, but still...Tonight, Felix asked if he could come. "Can you keep up with an old lady?" I asked. "Psshhh, yeah," he replied. He was even riding with no hands at certain points during the ride. This old lady showed him the value of endurance. He yelled out, "I'll catch up!" as we entered the last 3/4 of a mile. Not a chance. As he skidded into the garage red faced, a solid minute behind me, I said, "You got smoked by an old lady. Couldn't keep up after all, huh?" His (much appreciated) retort, "You're not that old."

4- "Everyone thinks forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive." C.S. Lewis

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to really forgive someone. Especially when they've wronged so deeply and loved so unfaithfully and hurt so many. How can one truly forgive? I have a whole blog post brewing about this one. I just need to let it simmer a little longer.

5- I just received Simon's 7th Grade orientation email. It blows my mind in a big, big way that my kid is starting middle school. We're switching things up a bit this year. We aren't technically homeschooling. Feel free to email if you have any questions. I kept it vague on purpose.

6- My parents are the greatest. We can't wait to have them close by. :) Hint, hint.
7- Dentist appointments tomorrow. Can someone tell me when laughing gas become the norm? If it's so necessary, why doesn't insurance cover it? I never had it easy at the dentist as a kid, is it wrong for me to question? I got the whole, "It's gonna feel like a bee sting. Little stiiiiing..." as they axed into my gums with a pointy machete. Now kids walk out laughing? It's not right. ;)

8- Tomorrow is also the boys' last swim lesson. Simon & Felix, aces. I think they're done for a bit. This particular pool is not deep enough to give diving instruction or practice. That's really all they have left to perfect. Titus is making so much progress that I hate to stop now. 

9- I have six weeks of Project Life pictures sorted. Ready to get caught up!

10- I can't believe I've made it almost the entire month with blogging. I cheated a few times, but there are close to 31 posts...It almost feels normal to be sharing my thoughts again. I doubt I'll keep it daily, but I'd certainly like to type my thoughts out more often. 

Monday, July 27, 2015

Blog July27

Last year, July 4.

I can't believe this was a year ago. 
Sometimes I can't believe Sean's really done with school.
I can't believe how much some of the boys have/n't changed.
I can't believe we left that beautiful, old house seven months ago. 
I can't believe how much Virginia feels like home. 
I can't believe I have the feeling of never wanting to leave this place. 

I can't believe how much I love these people.
Not just individually, but as a whole. 
We are not who God designed us to be without all of us in it. 
God doesn't make mistakes when He pieces together families. 

It's a shame we as humans have to botch what God designed. 
It breaks my heart that people can destroy such a picture. 
That siblings are put at odds. 
That cycles continue when they could be halted. 

No, God doesn't make mistakes.
We do. 
With His help, we can mend our families. 
With His help, we needn't ever go down the path that would find a need for mending.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Blog July 26

Four: being impish, as always.
Three: being elusive, as always.
 Two: reading voraciously, as always. 
One: saying goodbye to his longish hair and embracing a military haircut, as never.