Winter can be FUN!

A few photos for grandparents, cousins, aunts who are far (south africa) and near (across the driveway)

2 years of Blogging Excellence!

I just noticed that my first Blog post was 2 years ago today.  That is all. 

Just an observation.

where o' where has the time gone?

10 weeks to go!

or 70 days, whichever seems longer.

I just looked at the little ticker on this blog and there is was in black and white. 30 weeks have passed, 10 (ish) to go! Um, that can't be right. Since it took me 20 weeks to fully realize I was pregnant, I feel like this thing should drag out a little longer so I can mentally, emotionally, financially, and so forth prepare for this new arrival.

At this rate, I am going to be one of those unsuspecting ladies that gives birth on the toilet or wakes up and realizes a baby is in my pants!

Time for me to wake up and smell the poopy diaper, don't ya think?

For the sake of my own memory keeping, I would like to document things I relish about pregnancy but also things I will be glad to retire when it is all done.

RETIRE

• peeing in my pants when I sneeze, tmi?
  

• well meaning folks asking if I am due any day since I am so large and in charge.

• tipping over when trying to don my socks each morning.

• stretch marks and square back

• MOOD SWINGS and my constant urge to nit pick everything . Dan has felt the brunt of this one. Don't even ask him about the how many minutes are proper to warm up the van on a cold day or how I demand dishwasher loading perfection. Honestly, someone needs to duct tape my mouth closed.
  

• Maternity clothes. Not cute, not flattering, and worn so often, sometimes not clean.
  

RELISH

• feeling the baby move in response to the kids talking to her

• laughing at a frustrated Dan every time he tries to feel the baby kick and she completely stops...until he walks away...then she happily kicks away again.

• breakfast at 6:30 and 10:00am
  

• sharing pregnancy with friends and family who are also expecting
  

• sleeping through the night without interruption (most of the time)

• having the kids bring me the phone, pick crap up off the floor, etc. because I think I'm getting too big to accomplish such lofty tasks.

• day-dreaming about what kind of unique child God has already planned for her to be, and how she will fit into our family.

• the simplicity of having the baby inside. All of her needs for being met, no crying, screaming, fussy times.

Snack Attack

Let's face it I come from a family of snackers.

My father would eat a full meal for supper and have 2 nightly snacks before bed. One was almost always a huge bowl of cereal.

My brother would try to get away with the same, claiming one was a bonafide "bedtime snack", but he also needed a "treat"

I have now produced an entirely new generation of snackers.

"Mom, can I have a snack?" at 7am of course

"Mom, I am so hungry only for fruit snacks."

"That was not a big enough snack"

"I ate my sandwich, now can I (immediately) have my snack?"

crying and rolling on the floor just as supper is about th begin "But I forgot to have my afterschool snack!!!!"

The icing, or whip cream on the cake, if you will, was last night when Drew came running up the stairs with the ultimate idea for a bedtime snack.

"Mom, I just want whippy do for my snack, in a bowl, with a spoon!"
(whippy do is Dan's weird name for CoolWhip)

For many reasons, which only made sense to me at the time, I let him scamper off with a bowl of coolwhip...and a spoon.
Oh , what has become of me?????????

Out with the Old...In with the New?

With a new year upon us this is our mantra. Everyone seems to be cleaning out, repairing, resolving, planning, evolving, changing. A few weeks back I noticed something rather unchanged as I sat in a Sunday morning worship service at my church. Allow me to share.

The worship style at my church is blended. From traditional hymns, to contemporary praise songs, we usually have a combination of styles on any given Sunday. I assume this is not an easy task for the worship leaders in a church with varying musical tastes and this post is not my attempt to choose sides in a debate about worship style. This post is about the transcendence of music.

We began to sing the hymn of 1826 Holy, Holy, Holy. You may have heard of it.
I guess I'll have to admit that I am at times be one of those folks that "looks around" during church. I'm not taking a mental roll call, but I just enjoy seeing the faces of those I am worshiping with and the expressions on their face as they worship. As I scanned the crowd I noticed a precious Senior lady of our church sitting lovingly next to her husband. I know this lady has Alzheimer's Disease and I have a special place in my heart for her. She reminds me of my grandmother who also lived with Alzheimer's.

What struck me so greatly that day again as well as when I worked in the nursing home is the power of the old hymns to an older, by that I mean a senior citizen, Christian. I looked at this elderly lady and watched as her mouth sing the words to Holy, Holy, Holy. She may or may not have known where she was, or why she was there, but she knew that song and she was singing to her God. It was beautiful to me, it is beautiful to God.

I am simply grateful that we still sing hymns, that we have not swept out the old , solely in favor of the new. I am inspired to see God's Word through music still touching the life of and elderly lady.
I wonder what song will always get me singing, even into old age.

Mmmm...indoor S'mores

Bringing the outdoors in.
Dan received a indoor S'more maker for Christmas this year, what fun it is for the kids on a regular Tuesday night.

A Fresh new batch of Crazy.

A new year and the pregnancy hormones are a pumpin'

Fighting the urge lately to re-paint my house, clean behind the frig, and oddest of all, I have not once, but twice, attempted to pack my hospital bag for when I go into labor (in April, mind you.)

Other oddities include dreams about Toaster Strudel and having Dan make a Monday night run to McDs at 8pm for Chocolate Shake!

I am also obsessed with the need to buy a pink diaper pail, and soon. A pink pail will make diapers more girly and smell better of that I am sure.

Of course a packed bag and a pink diaper pail will bring me no closer to my due date or even for deciding on a name for this baby. I prefer to drift about waiting for the perfect name to come in the mail, ring my door bell, or call me on the phone.

Happy Winter!
More crazy to come...

BTW, Braaaaad

The Christmas Tree and all it's decor came down last Saturday---chew on that!!!!

"This Little Piggy...

went to Target."

The Girl's own version of the ever popular,

This Little Piggy Went to Market.

Place your bets.

This year, just how long will it be before we take down our Christmas tree?

Our previous personal record is January 25. That is two full months of Christmas tree delight. One year we had lights on the house until Valentine's Day.

Why is it so hard to take it all down and store it away?

Dust more, whine less.

I have now decided that New Years Resolutions are bunk. At least they are for me.

Reviewing my resolve for 2007, I did not "tone up" (gained 20+lbs. yes it is pregnancy weight, but I only did Pilates for about 2 weeks last January), read the entire New Testament (got through Mark), and finish my laundry every Monday before I lay my head on the pillow at night (yeah, right)

Personal failure at its most obvious comes this time of year. So I challenge us, fellow bloggers to think about what we did accomplish in 2007. Think hard. Please share.

This year I will dust more and whine less.
Starting... now.

Merry Christmas!

Favorite Ornaments

As my siblings will attest, as youngsters we had a little competition regarding a certain Christmas ornament on our family tree.

It was a beautiful glass (or was it plastic?) ornament that had a Nativity scene etched in of Mary, Joseph and the infant Jesus. It is transparent and in the shape of an octagon. It had to be hung strategically in front of a tree light to look it's best.

Each year it was the coveted ornament to hang on the tree. I, being the eldest would usually go to certain lengths in making sure I was the one to hang it. My best effort was the year I dug it out of the huge box of Christmas decor many weeks prior to the tree trimming. Oh Yes! You should have seen their faces.

I asked my kids to pick out their favorite ornaments from our tree and to explain why.

"I like this 'cuz I like it"

"uh, because I like the pictures"

"This ornament reminds me about Buddy"

This is my favorite on our tree. It's a cozy, little pillow ornament. I'm not sure of it's origin, Did you make it, Mom?

What's your favorite?

Guuuuyyy!

The blog police are after me. Yes, it has been awhile. But what is a procrastinator like me to do when I have to wrap practically every single one of our Christmas gifts yet. Blog or wrap? Wrap or make baked goods? Balance the checkbook or go shopping? Perhaps I will just sit and relish the thought of the beautiful gift of God's own Son.
So much to do and time is shrinking.

On a different note, I think last night it really hit me that I have another baby growing inside of me. It took me 23 weeks to figure this out?? At least I noticed it before delivery day as not to be shocked. No progress on a name for this girl, suggestions are welcome, but may not be used. :)

I'll leave you with a couple cute photos of the kids from Katie DeBoer Photography

Joy does not looked thrilled to be in the middle of this Boy sandwich.

Picasso she ain't

This is what happens when a very tired daddy stays home with little girl and mommy is out for coffee.

Daddy falls asleep on the floor, little girl gets creative.

Future tattoo artist?

Think Pink.

We found out today there is 95 percent probability that our little one will be a girl!
Since Dan couldn't make the ultrasound appointment, I had the tech write it down and seal it in an envelope for future reference. Tonight the kids broke the news to us.

May I have the envelope, please?

Drew was less than thrilled.

Her wish came true.

This was the first time we find out prior to birth what gender our baby would be. I had mixed emotions about finding out. I guess I am a little old fashioned about some things, but it was a really cute-sy family moment having the kids discover what their sibling is going to be.

20 weeks down, 20 to go.

Paul knoweth.

We read this verse from Romans in Coffee Break a couple weeks back. If you wondered, Coffee Break is a women's ministry at my church and we have been studying living in God's Grace.

from Romans chapter 7, the good ol' New International Version

15I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.
umm...kay. Confusing? I had to read it through, and read it again even slower to get the gist.
The words struck a chord with me, sort of.

Then I read the same verse in another version-- The Message--stick with me here.

14-16I can anticipate the response that is coming: "I know that all God's commands are spiritual, but I'm not. Isn't this also your experience?" Yes. I'm full of myself—after all, I've spent a long time in sin's prison. What I don't understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise. So if I can't be trusted to figure out what is best for myself and then do it, it becomes obvious that God's command is necessary.

17-20But I need something more! For if I know the law but still can't keep it, and if the power of sin within me keeps sabotaging my best intentions, I obviously need help! I realize that I don't have what it takes. I can will it, but I can't do it. I decide to do good, but I don't really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don't result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time.

21-23It happens so regularly that it's predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. I truly delight in God's commands, but it's pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge.

24I've tried everything and nothing helps. I'm at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn't that the real question?

25The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different.

I read this and thought, "Paul is in my head!" He wrote these words and he should have just said, "Michelle, this one is for you." It can be a helpless feeling when my Christian intentions get fouled up by sin.
I have often thought, "Oops, I did it again" That is putting it mildly.
More accurate would be, "Crap! Why do I keep boofing it up like this?!"

Jesus Christ can and did set things right in this life of contradictions...HIS victory over sin is the Grace that frees us from our sinful actions time and time again. As our coffee break lesson reminded me, I can always dip into the well of forgiveness, it is unlimited, even for the same darn mistake I continue to make.

It shouldn't, but sometimes it amazes me how relevant the Bible is. This time it took a different translation to bring it home for me. Thank you, Bible Gateway.com

I WANT THAT!!!

Lately my children have been exclaiming this at all the TV advertisements for various junk toys and quite possibly lead contaminated play things.

It brings me back to the days when I was a kid living in the country and my neighbors would do the same. We would be watching some cartoon and during the commercial they would shout out,

"We're gettin' that!"

and most of the time, they did. Including but not limited to an above ground swimming pool.

I'm sorry to say that things have not changed much since what was probably 1984.
Toy companies still peddle their goods during children's programming at what is I'm sure an even more obnoxious level.
I follow the blog of a gal trying to simplify her lifestyle. Part of doing this calls for her to try and ban all TV commercials from her home. She does not enjoy all the character themes found on so many kids items. You can hardly buy a box of cereal or even a pair of shoes for a kid today without it screaming SpongeBob or Disney Princess. She does not want her children to be advertisements for a big company.

Do I agree with her? Not so much. While I'm not thrilled that young consumerists are developing within my household, I can't completely avoid (read:shelter) kids from all the goodies the world has to offer. Teaching moderation and gratitude in a real world context, not granting their every wish seems more realistic than a complete wipe out of all temptation.

Yes, it is Christmas time again and kids are bombarded with what can be theirs if only they ask (and be really nice, not naughty). A hot issue here? Surely it is.

So what do I do when my kids scream out "I WANT THAT!" ???
I just tell them, "Go ask Grandma."

I'm kidding. Don't get your undies in a bunch.

I'm still alive & kickin'

rather, I'm the one getting kicked.
The past two weeks our little one has made his/her presence known by wiggling and kicking. Coming soon we will have the opportunity via ultrasound to see if it is a boy or a girl. (although we haven't decided if we want to know) My kids have been offering up some name ideas most of which have not been great. Angel, Blossom, another Dewey, Bunny, Almanzo to name a few. Chase can only come up with names of kids in his class, and Joy's suggested names, well, sound like a stage name for an exotic dancer. sigh.

So the name game continues.

Much to be thankful for this season. Work for Dan, health, community, family are just the tip of the iceberg. Happy Thanksgiving and I pray you will enjoy the upcoming preparations for the celebration of Christ's Birth!

I hope to blog more frequently this month as there is always much going on in my mind and in my heart!

Love to all this day!

the Internet. Friend or Foe?

Yes, this is another post on the ever tantalizing topic of food.

I have a habit of checking the ingredients list of foods I eat. I understand some of the ingredients and additives, others I can hardly pronounce. I recently explained to Dan that high fructose corn syrup is really just another sugar. He was amazed yet unaffected.
We all know the bad stuff:
Partially Hydrogenated Soybean Oil
Aspartame
MSG
But they are all acceptable for human consumption as regulated by the FDA.

Today I was struggling to put together some kind of lunch. I spotted Ramen Noodles. High in yumminess, higher in MSG.

I decided to hop on the ol' information super highway to see just what all the fuss is about. One website said avoid MSG all the time, another stated after scientific research, MSG was not found to cross the placental barrier, therefore no worries to your unborn baby.

Huh?

Sometimes internet information is more confusing than it is helpful.
I decided to eat just the noodles, not the broth.

What is a misguided, pregnant, hungry girl to do?

A Day for Dental Decay.

Halloween time is here. My kids are really excited this year, I am afraid they may just keep a closer eye on their candy and I may not be able to dip into the bounty!

The horror!

Pumpkin math at School:




Some photos of the pumpkin carving extravaganza:




Good Times.

Family Tree

This is my new thing.

Just the other night I was talking with my Dad about our roots. What is our blood, the national heritage of those gone before us. I am, as are many Americans, a mutt. You know, a mixed breed. This information I already knew. I am English, a tiny bit French, and a lot Dutch.

What I did not realize is that my one set of my Great Grandparents immigrated from jolly 'ol England. I guess I assumed they were farther back that--the original immigrates. Anyway, I was intrigued with the fact that my Greats were English, drank tea, and were Catholic prior to moving to the jolly midwestern US.

Later that evening I hoped online and started to do some research and started a family tree. I have a long way to go but I hope to learn about my ancestors, uncover photos of these folks, and most importantly see with new eyes God's grace from one generation to the next.

Has anyone done this before? I could sure use a few tips. Just think of what I may discover...

Meat and Potatoes

I can't seem to get the homespun aroma of beef roast out of my house today. It smells so good when you walk in the door hungry after a long day or in today's case following church, but when my hair and clothes still reek of onions at 7pm, I am kind of over it. With every turn of my nose I am reminded of today's lunch, which I am extremely thankful for. I am reminded of all the meals prepared for me by my mother's loving hands as a child--the lunches packed with Little Debbie snack cakes, and the casseroles for supper. The highlight of the week being the meat and potatoes Sunday dinner.

Why am I blogging about food? I'm not quite sure, maybe because I'm pregnant, maybe because so many family memories are made around the dinner table or perhaps I am curious how many people out there still take up the tradition of Sunday Dinner?

Really how can I get this smell to leave the building? I don't think my kids want to goto school tomorrow smelling like meat.

Coffee Addiction Test

Take the quiz. How addicted are you? I predict a few 99percent addicts out there!
Click on the Coffee Cup to take the test.

I am 44% Addicted to Coffee

fabulous 'ol fashioned family fun.

Since the children were off a few days of school, we decided to pack it up and head 15 minutes away from home to a hotel for some indoor swimming enjoyment. I just love hotels. Something about not having to pick up after yourself, having coffee and breakfast foods ready and waiting for you is just pure luxury. Sleeping in a room with your family of 5 and not in the same bed as your husband--not as luxurious, but still pretty darn fun.

A nearby hotel boasts of a water slide and a kiddie play pool, deluxe breakfast and in room DVD player---let me tell you--it did not disappoint! What did disappoint was the fact that the water slide was only open on weekends--oops. I guess I didn't read the fine print that stated this small fact. The kids didn't care though. As the photos will show, playing in water 8 inches deep beats sitting in school any day. As Dewey so accurately stated: "Mom, this place is much funner than our home!"

I'm Back!

There is much more to that statement than just my return to blogging.

I am back from NYC, I am back from the funk of early pregnancy, I'M BACK and
Thanks be to God!!!

Since many of my friends and family check in on this blog now and again, I would like to say word of thanks to those who helped me push through the first trimester of this pregnancy. I so appreciated your kind words of encouragement when I doubted, your prayer when I was down and out with migraines, and your tolerance of me when without warning or just reason I became a hormonal shrew. Thank you, a thousand times thank you!

The last week has been memorable. We had an unexpected early ultrasound of our little one:



Last weekend I was blessed to take a whirlwind trip to NYC with 7 beautiful women to visit Dana in NYC. Thanks to Holly for the photos, a few I will share here, For more check out Tina's blog. I could probably write a whole post about New York City, about the beauty both obvious and obscure, and maybe I will at a later date. For today I just want to give praise to God for restoring me, even if just a bit back to my "old" self. Next stop, Fall.
Some NYC pix. (Thanks Holly!)

my fig-sized baby.

I decided to start reading some info about this little one growing just beneath the surface. I was astonished to read that at the beginning of the second trimester, so much development has already occurred. As I have been going about my daily routine God's gift of life is growing. I'm not doing anything, it is just happening! I feel as if I am experiencing this for the first time. Here is some info about what is happening inside a busy uterus.

How your baby's growing: Your fig-sized baby is now fully formed — measuring 1 1/2 inches long and weighing in at a quarter of an ounce. His skin is still transparent, allowing many of his blood vessels to show through. Some of his bones are beginning to harden, and tiny toothbuds are starting to appear under his gums. His fingers and toes have separated, and he may soon be able to open and close his fists. He's already busy kicking and stretching, and his tiny movements are so fluid they look like water ballet. These movements will increase as his body grows and becomes more developed and functional. As his diaphragm develops, your tiny tenant may also start to get the hiccups. Because he's still so small, though, you won't feel any of his workouts or intrauterine gulps until sometime between weeks 16 and 20.

How big is a fig anyway?

Tag. I'm It.

Many thanks to Dana for tagging me. Hear the sarcasm.

The rules.

1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.

2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.

3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog for the rules.

My middle name is LYNNE, the middle name of my dear Aunt Pat.

L ---LIFE COACH--- Don't laugh now. Apparently it is a real profession. Tell me a mom that doesn't feel like a life coach for her kids? I also have this tendency to give advice to others as if I have some type of training or experience. I don't know why, I just feel the urge to "coach" people--exception--anything to do with sports, now that would be laughable.

Y ---YOUNGISH---not quite old, but not feelin' too young lately. After walking thru my high-school halls yesterday, couldn't believe 13 years have passed since I ruled that place. ;)

N ---NIGHT OWL---Staying up late is fun, productive, relaxing for me. I am looking forward to doing it again. Also, Owls terrify me to my core.



N ---NERD---Let's face it, I am a uber-nerd for all things APPLE, Mac, or i- whatever it may be. I hope to someday work at the APPLE Store and get all kinds of sweet hook-ups.



E ---EMBOLDENED---I feel emboldened by God's grace on a daily basis to try and live a life of gratitude and servitude. His mercies are new every morning!

And done. I tag: Cara Mom D. Carl
Sassy Trip Mom Tami

I'm busy, I'm still here, and I shall return.