I am an artist & teacher with a ❤ for visual expression, educational methodology, homesteading, & Jesus. My geek-love is The Joshua and we have three peanut-butters: Caleb, Jack, & Louritta.

Getting Organized

03/25/2010

Daily Organization 3
I have found that I am the kind of person who (usually) needs structure when performing my role as homemaker & stay-at-home mom. Sometimes I’m totally fine just rolling through the days. Sometimes I hit walls where I feel like I’m not accomplishing anything, my kids are whiney, and I’m doing my best to just stay in some kind of good mood. I have found that there are a couple of things that help me avoid these negative days. The first is to keep a minimum level of order in my home. If clean clothes are in my closet, clean dishes are in the cupboards, and stuff isn’t scattered around the floor, then I’m generally very chipper.
The second thing that helps me is establishing a routine with my kids. This article from Simple Mom, 20 Tips for Finding Routine with Kids, helped me to fine-tune the things I was already doing. Here are some points made in that article that clicked with me and my thoughts on them:
Think of your job as a job.
Just having this mindset helps me in so many ways. Even if I’m not planning on going out, I daily get up and showered, get dressed, and do my hair and make-up. I think of my husband as a boss/coworker and treat him accordingly (a.k.a. no calling your husband at work to whine and complain about everything). I set goals throughout the day such as having me, the kids, and the dog all fed and ready for the day by 10:00 a.m. along with the kitchen cleaned and laundry started. If I didn’t think of my job as a job, I probably wouldn’t care about things like this.
Clean as you go.
I need three things done regularly in my home that will send me down a depressive spiral if they are not done daily. First, I must have a clean kitchen. So, dishes are done after every meal. Second, I hate tripping on things, so stuff gets put away throughout the day (or in one giant sweep at night). Last, I will become mega-exasperated if it takes me more than 10 minutes to put an outfit together in the morning because laundry isn’t done or it’s sitting clean in a giant pile. So, I (try to) do laundry every day. Clean toilets, vacuumed floors, cobwebs… these things don’t effect my psyche so they can slide a bit here and there when we get busy.
Have a brain dump at least once during the day – transfer everything swimming around in your head on to paper.
I keep a running To-Do list on my computer and I keep lists of projects, dreams, & art in a sketchbook. If I have too many things in my head I start to get paranoid that I’ll forget them, so dumping them onto my lists helps me to prioritize. I want to spend my time on what really matters, not on what is making me stressed at the moment.
The key is to just plan something… Write a set-in-stone schedule, but keep it soft as clay.

  1. Consult Resources: I’m always looking for ideas of things to do with my kids. I’m usually laid back about when to do the activities, but do try to set up lots of things to do in my house so that they are ready to go when inspiration strikes. I use a list I put together of activities to do with toddlers (ThingsToDoList.pdf) that I will look at when I don’t know what to do or need ideas. I look for ideas from blogs, family & friends, the library, and books (the ones I have are listed as resources on the the Things To Do List).
  2. Weekly Plan: I sit down once every couple of weeks and plan out activities using my Weekly Function Plan (WeekFunctionPlan2.pdf). I write it in pencil & change what doesn’t work for us. Sometimes I work many weeks out and only fill in what I know I want to do or what is relevant. I try to use a variety of ideas from the resources I listed above. I try to coordinate it with my calendar (like planning a craft time to make a card for an upcoming cousin’s birthday).
  3. Daily Schedule: Every day I (usually) update my Daily Schedule (DailySchedule.pdf). I keep it inside of a plastic sheet cover and posted in my kitchen (see pic above). I use a white board marker to write on it what I’m doing each day. I will reference my Weekly Function Plan, but don’t always adhere to it. In fact, some days I’ll go through the whole day without doing any of the activities planned on the schedule!

You’ll also notice that I refer to time as “blocks” in my two schedules. What that means is essentially “whatever amount of time exists between x and y.” Such as lunch and naptime. Sometimes that’s two minutes, sometimes that’s two hours. Because I don’t want to force a crying toddler through making a marshmallow snowman, I’ll skip the project and put him down for a nap early. See, I’ve learned that mamahood is often about flexibility and letting things go. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have a plan to avoid the insanity. I know I need one.

Outward Signs of Life Trials (Miscarriage & Infertility)

03/08/2010

I find it interesting that the more serious of spiritual and life battles are often fought internally or in such a way that they are not public. I have been specifically considering families that have dealt with miscarriage or infertility. The only outward sign of this life trial is that the couple has no children, but a stranger or someone not in-the-know might just infer that they chose not to have children.
Now, a couple (especially the woman) dealing with this constantly sees around them all of the families who have children. You see the kids running around, the other mothers and fathers speak of their children, etc. But no one knows of my lost babes by looking at me; they will only know if I choose to speak of them. It is so easy to look around and see all of God’s blessings (children) given to other families and then to think inwardly of your own missing children and feel alone in your struggle.
Now, wouldn’t it be interesting if women also bore an outward sign of children they have lost? Or children they couldn’t have?
I recognize that that would possibly cause more problems than it would solve. Like the adulteress forced to wear a capital “A” on her chest, the woman who could not bear living children would most likely struggle with much shame and guilt. On the other hand, it could give much hope, or at least perspective, to other women experiencing similar trials.
After I had my first miscarriage, women came out of the woodwork to share that they too have gone through that trial. I was astounded because had I never known anybody who dealt with it before my own loss. And after my second miscarriage, even more women came out of the woodwork. How would my life have been altered if (1) before I even had children I was aware that child loss happens so frequently and (2) I was able to easily identify other women who lived through this life trial while also enduring my own? Would easily being able to identify women in my own shared-experience-community allow for greater healing, life perspective, or at least understanding of a sovereign God?
I am in no way saying that women should bear any sign of lost children unless by personal choice. I’m not even sure if it’s something I would ever do (unless you consider this blog to be an outward symbol of my losses).
Baby 1 – Lost around June 6th, 2002
Baby 2 – Lost December 9th, 2002
Baby 3 – Lost February 4, 2004
Baby 4 – Lost July 12th, 2006
Baby 5 – Born September 5th, 2007 – Caleb Stephen
Baby 6 – Born December 9th, 2009 – Jack Edward
(It’s fun to have this blog because I can see how my willingness to yield to God’s decisions has changed from Baby 1 to now. From confusion to anger to disbelief to peace to worship and praise. I’ll share that journey at a later time.)
I have been trying to find ways to remember the lives of the four babes I have not known. I hope to someday mark their lives perhaps on my own gravestone (since they never got one of their own). I try to remember them on holidays and I always remember them on the dates that I lost them. I most often think of them when I dream of heaven. I wonder what it will be like to meet four children raised to perfection by God Himself. Blows my mind. Family reunion indeed.

Jack and the La La La Song

02/24/2010


Jack has learned to stick out his tongue when I ask him to and loves listening to the La La La Song. He’s 2 1/2 months old here. And, I think, very very sweet. (February 24, 2010)

Some Songs for Matthew 5

02/20/2010

I write lame little melodies to help me memorize scripture. I actually tried learning Matthew 5:13-16 without writing a melody and I couldn’t get it down. Then I started singing it and I had it memorized in a few minutes. I have no idea why I work like that, I just do. Someday maybe I’ll put on “The Entire Bible: The Musical.” That’d be interesting. And long. And have lots of genealogies.
Anyway, these are the new songs from the past few weeks’ Fighter Verses. These sound like I am singing in a cave, because that’s where I had to go to record them this time. Also, please note that any sounds or tapping in the background is done by none other than my 2-year-old who clearly has no rhythm. Or emotional control. We’re working on that.
Matthew 5:3-12 (The Beatitudes): Matthew5_3-12.mp3
Matthew 5:13-16: Matthew5_13-16.mp3

On Being the Best Woman I Can Be (and Valuing My Husband)

02/09/2010

Two things running through my mind these days:
Thing 1: The Woman Who Fears the Lord
I’ve started reading Proverbs 31:10-31 on a daily basis. I actually typed it out (here it is if you’d like a copy) and have it posted upstairs and downstairs for me to read regularly. I think it’s been essential to keeping my wits about me some days. It’s easy to feel like I’m trudging through days not making a difference, but this helps me see that serving and loving others is one of the biggest differences I can make! I am so thankful that God continues to prune my branches and refine me. I hope to commit this section of Proverbs to memory so that God’s truth will be able to emerge in my thoughts when I don’t have my little printout with me.
On a similar note, Nancy Leigh DeMoss is doing a series on Proverbs 31 that I am looking forward to called The Counter-Cultural Woman. Enjoy it yourself if you’re interested.
Thing 2: Project 52: Date Nights
Josh and I have decided to make a bold move and put our marriage first by jumping on the Project 52: Date Nights bandwagon. Basically, we’ve committed to doing a date once a week for the next year. Here are the terms of our agreement:

  • Every Friday night from 9:30 -10:30 p.m. is our date night. We can change it to a different day in advance if we’d like.
  • Majority of the time the dates will be at home so we don’t need babysitters.
  • We rotate being in charge of date nights every other week.
  • Can’t do the same thing twice in one month.
  • Dates need to be free most of the time. If not free, then under a budget of $30. Cheaper than if we went out.
  • No children allowed. (Except the occasional newborn if we both agree…)
  • Must create a date-like atmosphere. No frumpy clothes or pajamas. Make it a special event. Mind the details. But most of all, keep it simple.
  • Must commit to engaging with the other person and being positive in doing what his or her date night entails (like, if Josh wanted us to stare at a snow globe for our date night then I’d have to do the best snow globe staring I can do without complaining that it’s lame…)

We’ve already had one date, Josh took me to see Avatar. I have some Valentine’s plans for us this week. The beauty of it so far is that we are actually taking initiative to plan dates. Previous to this there was a whole lot of “What do you want to do?” “I dunno, what do you want to do?” “Ummm… let’s watch T.V.” “Ummm… OK.” I know, hot, right?
So, here’s to my marriage and my sweet geeky man. I love him and I’m so thankful that now we have some semblance of a plan to love and enjoy each other.

Jack 2 Month Update

02/09/2010

Photo Session With Jack 11
Jack had his 2 month checkup at the doctor today. It went very well and he is doing excellently. There were only two issues that we discussed. First, I had some concerns about Jack’s digestive abilities. But, the doctor told me that his issues are common in little dudes and gave me some tips to improve them. Second, the doctor commented that Jack only seems to look to his right side, so I’m supposed to do things to encourage him to look left as well. (I’m thinking of doing my impersonation of Chevy Chase’s character in Three Amigos, “Lookup ‘ere! Lookup ‘ere!”) If I don’t do this, Jack may end up with a lopsided head into adulthood! Yeah, you read that right. (How many adults have lopsided heads because their mothers were negligent at getting them to look both directions? It’s okay, you can raise your hand, we’re all friends here…) That’s not exactly the kind of thing I want to be held responsible for years from now, so I’ll do what I can.
Jack is growing well:
Weight: 11 pounds, 6.2 ounces (44th percentile)
Length: 23.4 inches (69th percentile)
Head: 15.4 inches (30th percentile)
It’s fun to compare him to Caleb (in this post, a week older than Jack here). Caleb was a pound heavier, about 1/2″ shorter, and head size was about the same. I’m pretty sure that Jack will be much taller than Caleb someday, but we’ll see.
Today, Jack was also given the basic 2-month-old shots: DTAP/HBV/IPV, Pneumonia, HIB/PRP-T, and one oral vaccine (Rotavirus). I asked the doctor what Rotavirus is and he said it’s basically “a lot of diarrhea.” He also said, “I’m so glad we have the shot now, I treat fewer patients in the hospital with the diarrhea than I did before.” Isn’t the thought of a little baby with insane diarrhea very troubling? Praise God for the don’t-get-diarrhea-shot. (This would be a good time for me to say that I personally think death by diarrhea would be a horrible way to go. But let me make it public that if I do indeed die of diarrhea, I want to be buried in this shirt. I’m not kidding.)
Jack has started cooing in the past few days. Making the traditional adorable “Oooo” and “Ahhhh” sounds that babies are known for. Caleb impersonates him and they lie next to each other, Caleb giggling, as they impersonate each other’s simplified sounds. Heartwarming.
Caleb and Jack get along very well. Today I had Jack laying on my bed and Caleb flipped on the overhead fan and laid next to him singing the “Round and around and around and around!” song. He has introduced Jack to his favorite books (and recited Owl Moon and Good Night, Gorillain their entirety.) Caleb loves to help give Jack baths, change diapers, and get dressed. He comforts Jack when he cries, “It’s okay, baby Jack. Caleb is here. It’s okay, baby Jack.” The most helpful thing Caleb does is give Jack his pacifier when he needs it. How awesome is that?
I really really like Jack. I tell Josh that several times a day. I like him. I love him. He is the sweetest little guy. When he sees me his eyes light up and he does this gurgle, grunt, breathing thing and his legs run. They don’t kick, they literally run in the air. Sometimes when I am nursing him he will start to “run” and will catch on my body and go shooting up. So, when I say run, I mean run. So endearing. So sweet.
Thank you, God, for Jack. Wonderful are Your works, my soul knows it very well.

Uncanny Resemblance

02/05/2010

Love when I get similar pictures to compare. They definitely are different looking boys, but this picture is the most similar of pictures I have of both boys so it’s easiest to compare here. You can tell they’re brothers though!
Here’s Caleb at 6 days old (September 11, 2007):
Kissy
Here’s Jack at 8 weeks old (February 4, 2010):
Photo Session With Jack 38

The Grin

02/05/2010

Photo Session With Jack 19
Jack at 8 weeks old (February 3, 2010).
Jack doesn’t smile much. But when he does, it makes for a happy Mama!

A Little More Normal

01/07/2010

I haven’t posted since November 30th.

Actually, here are some telling signs of the cloud I’ve been in for the past many months.

At the doctor’s office a few weeks ago, I signed and dated a document as August 14th, 2009. The lady was like, “Um… It’s December 14th. Yeah. December.” I looked up at her, completely shocked that it was December.

Looking through photos of last summer, I realized there were no photos of swimming, volleyball, making sand castles, riding horses, traveling anywhere interesting, going to parks (local or state), or any of the regular things I do in the summer. I saw a picture from 2 summers ago and commented to my mom, “I can’t believe the kids have grown so much since summer.” My mom was like, “Um… that’s from two summers ago.”

This is the blur I have been living in since I embarked on a difficult pregnancy, then birth of the beautiful Jack. He was totally worth it, but boy oh boy was I living in a fog!

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