random notes and chit chat from the insanity of our life

Peek into our life and see how crazy it can get with 6 kids, homeschooling, sewing, and now farming. We're in our first year on the land, and entertaining the world with what we don't know. By the grace of God, we're learning, day by day, so pull up a chair and laugh with us!

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

The car guy

My husband is a car guy.  Driver, fixer, lover...of all things mechanical.  I...am not. We have worked out a very good division of labor regarding cars over the years we've been married.  Basically, he does the labor, and I do any necessary division, lol!  
Ok, actually, my job is to tell him if the car makes any odd noises or does something unusual.  Luckily, I rarely have to do this anymore.  Now that he's retired, I drive less.  We go almost everywhere together, and even 75% crippled, he's still a better driver.  So he usually hears the weird sounds and such.
Praise the Lord, too, because the conversations were usually...well...long.  
"Honey, the car made a really weird sound today"
"What kind of sound?"
"Um...like...a...uh...noise"
Sigh.  "Ok...where did the noise come from?"
"Well...uh...not inside the car.  I know that!"
Longer sigh.  "Ok...from the engine?"
"Um...probably."
"OK, what were you doing when it made the sound?"
"Well, one of the girls was telling me about a book she's reading, and I was yelling at the boys to quit burping at each other, and trying to remember if we had sour cream for your tacos tonight...by the way, we are out of sour cream..."
Very long sigh...then with slightly gritted teeth..."I'll listen for the sound while I go get sour cream".
And amazingly enough, he could always figure it out.  I'm so lucky to have him. If I had to tell that story to a mechanic, they'd be busy writing notes on their clipboard.  "Got a live one here.  Charge her double for the ozzoboznot".

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Reflections

I remember when she was a tiny baby.  She was so small and new, and there was so much time.  It seemed it would be several lifetimes before she was grown and gone, longer than years...almost forever.  And I needed to teach her to sit and walk and talk and...
I remember when I had 3 under 8...4 under 10...and life was so busy.  There was the cooking, the dishes, the laundry, the cleaning...and all around making sure they did enough pages in this workbook, spent enough time on that curriculum.  I had to be sure they learned enough of the right things, you know.
I remember when I had my first teenager... people telling me how sorry they were...how hard it would be...  others telling me how teens were.the easiest bestest things ever.  And there I was, stumbling through a minefield carrying fine China and wearing a blindfold.  So worried about letting her make mistakes that I never let her make good decisions either.
And now...forever away is here.  She has grown fine wings in spite of me, and is on her own.  An adult. ..married...and now to be a mother.  And I look back and see that I should thank her.
Now I know that forever passes so quickly, so I snuggle this newest baby of mine extra long.  He will learn to sit and stand and walk...but I won't waste time worrying at it.  I will enjoy this fleeting forever.
Now I have children at home from almost 16 down to 6 months...and I know it will all get done.  If we eat sandwiches some nights and relax...if we pull clothes from the clean laundry for a couple days...if we don't sweep often enough...it's ok.  And the workbooks and curriculums don't matter.  They will learn the right things at the right times...for them.
Now I know to relax the grip on that teen.  Let her make the mistakes.  Take off the blindfold.  Enjoy watching them become adults, and be a cushion when they need a soft place to fall.
Thank you, my firstborn.  You got stuck with a newbie, but you taught me well.  Maybe your siblings should thank you, too.  Good luck on that one!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Group B Strep...a different story

I shared this on a group I am on for mamas, for a mama making the decision whether or not to treat for being group B strep positive in pregnancy.  I left a lot out.  So much of the details...they are burned into my memory, but I'm not sure everyone wants them.  Some things...change you.  Forever. But I just wanted to share it publicly, in case it helps someone.

Ok.  here is our GBS story...it's a little different...
I was never GBS+ except with #4, out of 6.  I struggled with it.  Almost fought the test, as I'd never done it before and thought it was silly.  then almost refused the antibiotics.  I'd been with a midwife till midway through and had to switch to a obgyn for financial reasons, and was very unhappy about his rules.  but the abx were NOT optional, and dh wasn't ok with me refusing them, either.  So, I gave in. 
Less than a month later, dh got sick.  Really sick.  We spent a month back and forth to drs 2-3x a week.  Misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis.  it was bad.  He lost 40lbs in a month, was in a wheelchair, a dr accused me of overmedicating him (almost suggested munchausens!)...when they finally caught it, he was going septic.  Turned out, he had a UTI/kidney/prostate infection that had abcessed into his back/hip/SI joint/thigh bone...and it was Group B Strep.  It was bad.  He spend 11 days in the hospital, 3 surgeries, came home with a wound vac and a PICC line.  They almost amputated his right leg.  He was told he'd never walk again, never work again...he did both.  Took him 8 months to get back to work, but he did.  He fought to keep working for 7 years, but a year and a half ago, went on permanent disability. 
Group B Strep scares me.  I am SO GLAD God put me with an OBGYN who would NOT ALLOW me to skip the abx, because I would have.  And if it could do such to my fully grown husband, who was pretty darn healthy (he was diabetic at that time, but completely diet controlled, physical job, active guy...)...what would it have done to my baby.
DS1, that baby, does have Autism Spectrum Disorder...specifically Aspergers.  Did the antibiotics cause that?  I don't know.  I will never know probably.  But would I change the choice I made for the abx?  Never.  Is it the right choice for you?  I don't know.  I really don't.  But really pray about it, and talk to your husband, etc.  Because it CAN be a huge decision.  Dh still has battles with it.  he gets UTIs several times a year, and about half are GBS.  He is just recovering from one now, and was almost in a wheelchair again for a few days. 
Hugs, and praying for your decision.  I don't share this to scare you, but to tell you honestly what a rough bug it is.  If I can prevent one other mama from thinking "Group B Strep?  What?  Oh, no big deal" the way I did...I will.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

One more step



One more step.  Take one more step.  Where?  Wherever.  Wherever God is leading you.  Maybe you know where, maybe you can’t see the path ahead.  Doesn’t matter.  Take that step.  He’s there ahead of you.  He always goes ahead of you. 
We’re moving into a house finally.  Well…sort of.  After 13 months (approx.) in the RV, with 6 kids and numerous animals, we found a house to rent, and started getting ready to move in.  You know, paint and stuff...  And then the toilet broke and flooded the house…so we’re back in the RV for a couple months…with 2 extra kids, because we’re also informally fostering 2 little girls.  So there are now 10 of us in the RV, lol.  And the RV is a huge mess because we moved half out and then back in…and Megans car broke down…and money is tight as always…and Steve is now diagnosed with migraines on top of everything else, and they cause him to vomit frequently…  And people keep saying “I don’t know how you do it” and things of that nature, but you know what?  I don’t do it.  I don’t have to.  Because there are some things I know for certain, and one is that when I get to the end of myself, that is where I find God. 
Every single time.  He’s never failed me.  He’s never been late.  He’s never stopped off to get a coffee on the way.  When I run out of patience, or strength, or energy, or anything else, God is there to lean on, and to fill me up. 
People say “God never gives you more than you can handle”, but that’s not true at all.  He very deliberately does.  He gives you what you can’t handle…alone.  He gives you enough to take you to that breaking point, and then He picks up the pieces and puts you back together better and stronger with Him.  He’s done it for me so many times that I can’t even tell what parts are new and what are old and where the glue begins and I end.  And every time, I’m better, I’m stronger, I’m more like the me He wants me to be.
Honestly, it doesn’t get any better than that.  Than to know that He’ll be there, every time I need Him.  And to that there’s nothing to fear in that next step.  So go on, take the step.  He’s waiting for you.  I promise.  Much more importantly…He promises.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

a mad passionate love affair

I am madly, passionately, insanely in love with the South.
You see, we're new here, so I'm shocked by this.  I expected to like it, but not to feel this intense..."rightness", right from the start.  Like coming home, where I'd never been before.  Like the entire area was saying "there you are, we've been waiting for you", as we drove along.
I love the people.  Everyone is so friendly...they wave as you drive by, even if they don't know you.  They smile and say "hi" as you pass in the store.  They chat everywhere.  It's wonderful.
I love the accents.  From a light touch, to an unintelligible, thick as syrup drawl, I love it.  It's musical.  It's beautiful.  It's contagious, and the kids are already teasing me about mine.  It's only sometimes, but yes, Ah'm developin' it.  And I'm thrilled!
I love the weather.  I love thunder and lightning, and rain.  It's like fireworks, but better.  I love that it's random, that unlike CA, where it almost NEVER rains in the summer, here it rains whenever the heck it feels like it.  I find it fascinating.
I love the humidity.  Yes.  I said it.  I admit, there have been a few days here and there that have been oppressive, but for the most part, it's just nice.  I love that it's not dry all the time.  My skin loves it.  My lungs love it.  It's awesome.
I love the green.  Everywhere, green.  Trees, bushes, grasses, everywhere.  Green...and flowers!  Beautiful flowers.  It's like spring, all summer long this year. 
I love the water.  There is just water everywhere.  Creeks, rivers, ponds, springs...so much water.  I thought northern CA was wet and green... Boy, I knew NOTHING! 
I love the religion.  It's so different here.  There are churches EVERYWHERE, and everyone talks about church.  One of the first things people ask, after your name, is where you go to church.  Stores have signs about Jesus, clerks tell you to have a blessed day, billboards, bumper stickers...Jesus is EVERYWHERE!
I love the wildlife!  We see deer, squirrels, racoons, turtles, birds of all shapes and colors, and the BUTTERFLIES!  Amazing.
I'm sure there's more, but my dessert is ready, and I'm tired.  Hugs, all!  I hope you are as blessed where you live as we are here.

This is my mission field

Sometimes, it seems like the entire Christian world is all about missions.  Uganda.  Haiti.  Mexico.  Romania.  Talking about missions.  Funding missions.  Sending their kids on missions.  Going on missions themselves.  And I start to feel like...less.  Less of a Christian, because I haven't been on a mission.  Can't afford a mission, haven't sent my kids on missions.  I get jealous of the whole idea.  A trip to another country, to help people who NEED me.  People who need JESUS.  And I could be His hands and feet, and help them.
But I know, this IS my mission field.  THIS is where God has placed me, where He has called me.  I am to be His hands and feet here, to children.  My children (where I fail daily, as I'm sure Jesus never shrieked at someone to "STOP HUMMING OR I'LL TIE YOUR LIPS IN A KNOT"), and to other children around us.
And right now, I KNOW that I am where He wants me.  We live in a neighborhood full of children, some of whom seem to REALLY need someone to love on them.  And to bake cookies for them.  Have snacks after school for them.  Hand out lollipops to them.  Have a basket of crayons, and a stack of paper on the table for them.  And when I see my daughter, out on the lawn fixing bikes for the little guy next door, or another of the kids asking if he can share his toys...I know that this mission field is more for us, than them.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

This is me...

I have trouble posting frequently.  Maybe you haven't noticed...yeah, right.  I have tried, and tried, and I have finally figured out WHY I struggle with it.  It's because I'm boring.  Yes, you heard me.  Boring.  Our life...it's not really exciting.  Just normal, everyday stuff.  And I'm honestly not sure anyone wants to read that much about it.
I have bloggers I follow, and they are all really great.  Thought provoking.  Inspirational.  Motivating.  They make me excited to read the next post, but our life...it's really just life, you know?
We're not out changing the world.  We're not busy with activities.  I'm not the woman everyone wants to be.  And my kids aren't the homeschoolers who have graduated college at 7, speak 5 languages fluently and invented somethng that saves lives in Africa. 
I'm the mom next door.  The one who bakes too many cookies and hands them to any kid in the yard.  Exercises sporadically.  Spends too much time reading, or playing on my phone, while watching the kids hunt for bugs and fall off their bikes.  The one who doesn't get up when her kids fall, even when they're hollering (Hey, there's no blood!).  The one who lets them ride around the neighborhood, without following them herself. 
My kids are the loud ones.  Every neighborhood has some.  You know, the ones constantly yelling and laughing and fighting and in general being...kids.  They read...even though sometimes I have to argue to get them to.  They leave toys all over the yard...and bits of paper...and rarely wear shoes.  Their clothes are often stained, and they're dirty, a LOT.  They catch bugs and bring them to me, and we identify them (after a girly screech, lol), and sometimes, we keep them a while.
I pin lots of recipes, and craft ideas, and educational stuff.  A lot of it is "wouldn't it be great if we...?"  Oh, yeah, it would, but my kids don't WANT to learn to sing the presidents in order, or make a paper mache model of the solar system with size and topographical accuracy, or ...any of the things the "good homeschool moms" do.  And I probably won't really make those cool rooms for them.  The themed ones, with the cool crafty decorating stuff, and it all coordinates.. 
So, this is me.  And it's the best me you're getting.  SO get used to it, and maybe I'll remember to post me a bit more often.  But no promises, because I might be busy reading to kids, or baking junk food, or killing zombies with pea shooters...you know, important stuff!