so close

I’m at my 39 week baby appointment. There is a woman in labor in one of the birthing rooms and I feel like such a dork trying not to cry when I hear her moan with each contraction. A midwife at the check in desk smiled and commented to the receptionist that mama was just about ready to push.

That was when I found myself emotional all of the sudden.

Although I feel for her pain, it’s actually the idea that new life is being born into the world right in the next room that has got me all verklempt.

I’m so excited and blessed to be having another baby. And to be so close to the birthday…
So close to holding sweet baby in my arms.
So close to finally sharing this tiny new family member with my husband and children.
So close to knowing if this baby is a girl or a boy.

So close.

A gal is in here, the waiting room, for some postpartum reason. Her baby can’t be more than a couple days old.
She’s wearing pink.

I wonder if my new baby will wear pink.
[sigh]
Or blue?

I do really like blue.

It won’t be long before we know. Maybe by the weekend? Maybe next Tuesday on my husband and my grandmother’s birthday?

I’m ready.

It’s a good time to have a baby.

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Thanks to Aunt Carrie having one and the kids falling madly in love with it while visiting her last weekend, they decided that they simply must have Wii fit of their own. So, the 5 oldest joined financial forces to purchase their very own Wii fit.

I was like, Oh. Well, it’s your money, I guess.

Ryan said, much to my childrens’ delight, I’ll kick in some money, too!
Why was I not surprised?

So, they get this thing. It’s a board you stand on.
Gabe(10) said, “Watch Mom! Watch what I’m doing!”

Then he proceeded to jog in place. So I watched.
I waited for something more to happen. Something cool. Something worthy of my time.
Like a hurdle. Or a banana peel. Or something. Anything.

But no. The game was simply running.

You paid money for this? On purpose?

Then Kait said, That’s not all it is, Mom. There are better ones than just running. Let me show you the dance one.

And show me she did.
Remember that first middle school dance where nobody was really comfortable actually dancing so everybody just did the side to side step and clapped their hands to the beat of Tiffany’s I think we’re alone now cover?

Yeah, that. It was just like that but without the totally appropriate song lyrics. Took me back to 1987.

Apparently there is more to this Wii fit game thing, but by this time I wasn’t sure I could handle any more excitement. I was nauseous.

Still not gettin’ it?
Take a look at this Wii fit commercial and you’ll see how fun leaning from side to side in front of the TV can be too.
Then you’ll just have to have one yourself.

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a completely odd, totally off, very weird day

Ryan was home for only a half hour or so yesterday when he commented that things are weird around here today.

And the day wasn’t over yet.

Hardly anybody ate their dinner.  It was spaghetti.  The same spaghetti that my boys usually devour.  But nobody was interested in eating. With 6 boys in the house we usually go through food like a family with 6 boys in the house.  But last night it was more like a family of 2 boys. And a dog.
And, Sharpie.  Everywhere.  Which involved two bottles of rubbing alcohol, and my carpet cleaner.
Kait’s carpet now looks very, very clean.  And smells like a doctor’s office.
Then there was the bickering.  The kids were in rare form and seemed to be completely annoyed with each other for much of the day. 

Things were definitely off.

I was finishing up with the carpet cleaner, dumping the waste container when Jesse started saying something unintelligible.
Apparently he had to poop really bad. So he did. He’s potty training.  Accidents aren’t unexpected.
Kait picked him up and stuck him in the tub to contain him while I finished with the carpet cleaner.

As soon as Jesse’s feet hit the tub bottom he completely flipped out.

The water wasn’t on yet in the tub. Besides, he loves baths.  Even asks for them numerous times on a daily basis.
And there is no ceiling fan in the bathroom.
Ryan heard the commotion and thought Jesse was hurt. But he wasn’t.

It was weird.

My energy well is not an everlasting stream. And since it was just about tapped out I asked the older boys to please help pick up Jesse’s room so I could put him to bed. They happily assisted. But when I went in there with a freshly bathed Jesse, Ben(6) was sitting in the middle of the floor crying because something smelled bad.

He was obviously excessively tired so I told him to go on to bed. To which he respectfully protested, then promptly fell asleep.

And Sam asked for permission to go to bed. Jesse protested the fan once again. Sam fell asleep through the ordeal.
The boy can sleep through anything.

Then Matthew fell asleep on his bedroom floor, which is normal for him, but woke up crying at a quarter till ten because he didn’t get to play video games.

Video games?

This was how our entire day went yesterday. From the time we woke until the time we went to bed everybody was off. Lots of arguing with each other. Lots of disobedience. Lots of corrections. Lots of small but unusual situations.
Could it be the change in weather? It was a cool 57 with thunderstorms all day long, which was 15 degrees cooler than it has been.

Or maybe it was something they ate.
Or maybe they are just bored.
Or maybe I’ve just been less attentive to them this past week.

No matter what the reason was…

It was a weird day.

I think everybody just needs a day of rest.  Or maybe I just need a day of rest.  Or a day of shopping with somebody else’s money.
I don’t have anybody else’s money though, so movies and relaxation will have to do. We’re calling in a sick day. 

Or even better…..
Maybe we could call in a have-a-baby day!
Eyes on the prize, Gals.  Eyes on the prize.

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it’s that never-ending circle again

There are invisible forces working against me on a regular basis.

While I did this:

They did this:

It’s like a replay of yesterday. 

Just as predictable.
Just as preventable.

Only difference was today Kait was in the living room.  I was sure she would keep things a little more tame. 

But no. 

She’s actually the one who made the entire mess.  All on her own.

Kidding.

She was so engrossed in working on some graduation pictures for a friend that she didn’t notice the hullabaloo going on around her.  When I pointed it out she said something like, but not exactly, I’ll get to cleaning this up right away.  Don’t worry, mom.  It’ll look so amazing in here you won’t even recognize the place.

Yes, she actually said that.

Wait, maybe that was in a dream.  Yes, that was in a dream. 

Actually, when I pointed the disaster out to her she looked horrified and said, Oh! I cannot even let my eyes look upon such a mess as this!
Because to Kait a mess like this calls for hand sanitizer. And maybe a motrin.

I should have taken my own advice yesterday and lawn and leaf bagged everything.

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we have boys

We are on a little trip right now.  We drove across the state because some young friends are getting married and it’s completely romantic and sweet.

This is one of those couples who have done things the right way. One of those couples you want your children to emulate when they get to marrying age.  One of those couples who take marriage seriously.

One of those weddings you can really rejoice over.

So we’re here and it’s about time to start getting ready to go, which can provide to be a little on the difficult side when you’re dressing 6 boys out of a suitcase.

And Daughter is gone.  My completely willing to help, awesome, mom just sit down and rest because you’re old and pregnant daughter. 
She and another young lady have this awesome occasion to apprentice under the wedding photographer. I’m so thankful for this unique opportunity for her but…

Dang.  I have to get everybody ready myself. 

Do you know where your church clothes are?

[blank stares]

Find them and bring them to me.

[crickets]

It’s so nice that at least one of my children, my sweet teenage daughter, cares about looking nice.  I never have to school her on dressing appropriately, or making sure her hair is done, or NO. You are absolutely not wearing neon green crocks with a suit jacket. 

But there are boys…

Ben is 5.  He has the cutest tuxedo-ish suit he begs to wear as often as possible.  While he won’t be attending the actual wedding, we are taking him to the reception.  I told him his tux would be fine and he remembered to bring each piece.

Except shoes.

Instead of his nice black shoes he brought his dirty tennis shoes.  The used-to-be-white ones with the dirt-black laces.

Um, no.

A little shoe switcharoo and it’s okay if he wears black converse high tops with his tux, right?  I hope so cause that’s what we’re doing.

I always forget about me when we’ve got to be somewhere.  I’ve got cute new clothes to wear though.

So, I guess it’s time I should start getting myself ready.

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I saw this very cute and very true video over at Generation Cedar this morning. It covers one aspect of the socialization issue that homeschooled families are frequently questioned about.

This is not necessarily an argument for homeschooling or against public school.  It’s simply answering the socialization question I am oh-so-familiar with.

In truth, we don’t hold socialization to the same level of importance that the general population does.  It just isn’t a biblical concept. 

I know, I know.  Some of you may not agree and that’s fine. 

However, in our efforts to raise our children to have good character, to be able to respectfully and comfortably interact with a community of people of all ages, and to have an overall desire to serve God; peer to peer socialization, the sort that is seen in the average public school, kinda takes a backseat.

That being said, we have been blessed to live in a country and time period that does allow our children terrific, beneficial friendships and play time with other kids, even though we have chosen to keep them away from public school doors. 

And I know because of how we have chosen to raise our children we have friend’s and family who are concerned about their friend situation. Let me put you at ease.  Here are pictures of the friends they’ve managed to make without any prompting or pushing from me.  Friends that range in ages, backgrounds, and beliefs. 

This is my daughter’s large group of very close friends. Some of her friends are missing from the picture.  Joe is slowly moving into this group, too.  Or at least that’s the goal.  These kids are great.

These are my boys’ friends – all these kids live within a half a block of our house.  They play outside together just about every day.

My grass is dead because of them.  The landlord isn’t exactly cool with it and it’ll cost us some money to repair it.

But I’m okay with that.

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Sam

This 3 year old got in trouble tonight for saying he couldn’t finish his dinner because he was going to throw up, then saying he did not need to throw up and that he would like a giant chocolate covered marshmallow for dessert.

What a way to work it.

He did end up tossing his cookies. But not before falling asleep on the bathroom floor.

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I’m really glad he didn’t have that giant chocolate covered marshmallow.

[yuck face]

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Mooommm? Can we have a pony?

Um…

Go ask your father.

This is what creative kids do when mom and dad say no to a real live pony.

Sam’s coming a little unsaddled in the bottom picture.

Yes, he’s wearing pajama bottoms.  I’m okay with that.

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They satisfied their urge for crunch.

We were visiting friends over the weekend and Ryan broke out the salt n vinegar crickets

And I got the whole thing on video.

I barely had ‘record’ pushed before the first taster, Joe, tossed his cricket into his mouth, so it is kind of an abrupt beginning.  Sorry about that.

Nobody tossed an enormous amount of money at me, so obviously I wasn’t eating any insects.  But my husband did, tasting it and commenting on the flavor and texture like it was a fine wine.


Won’t load? Give it 20 or 30 seconds, then click play again.

I told you my family was weird.  It turns out that much of my friend’s family is too.

Nice to know I’m not the only mom of a bunch of weirdies.

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I have good kids

We stopped at McDonald’s this evening.  We only eat out as a family once every few months so the kids think it’s absolutely fabulous.  Ryan ordered the food, sorted it all out to the kids, and we happily munched away on fries and yummy, greasy cheeseburgers that I’ll probably regret eating in about an hour.

Near the end of our meal an older lady came up and complimented us on our children, saying it was not everyday she saw such well behaved kids.  She said, “thank you”

After complimenting them, she asked if she could give a small gift to each of my children for their good behavior.  Ryan and I weren’t sure what we should do but I saw what looked like $1 bills in her hand and thought that a small gift of a few bucks wouldn’t hurt.  Plus, it looked very obvious that she really wanted to give the gift.

So we told her that would be very sweet and thanked her for her thoughtfulness.

But it wasn’t $1 bills in her hand.  It was a stack of 7 $5 bills.  She proceeded to give each of my children a $5 bill, including the baby.  Yes, I still call him ‘the baby’.

That’s $35 for you guys who don’t do math.

Some random grandma gave my children $35 at McDonald’s to thank them for good behavior. 

And I almost cried.
I know the almost crying part is weird.  But I’m pregnant and I can cry at just about any old sweet thing right about now.

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