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Mommies who’ve had c-sections would find this interesting… Apparently Celiac (gluten sensitivity) is much more prevalent in children who were born by c-section.Ā  Celiac can wreck havoc in many, many areas of your children’s health and affect everything from behavior to bone growth to skin issues because of improper nutrient absorption and other issues. Officially, the experts say that 1 in 250 have Celiac, and only 1 in 4,700 Americans have been diagnosed. (source) But just because someone doesn’t have enough intestinal damage to be diagnosed as Celiac doesn’t mean that gluten doesn’t affect them negatively. If you suspect gluten sensitivity in you or your children, it’s worth getting checked out. There are multiple ways to do that. Send me an email if you want more info. šŸ™‚

27 Things About Me

While procrastinating this morning, I came across Tina’s list. So, I’m going to procrastinate further and write my own. šŸ˜‰

1. I started going to school for music and didn’t finish. At this point, if/when I go back, it’ll be for nutrition. There’s a switch!

2. Baby smell is one of my favorite smells in the world. Washed or unwashed, they just smell heavenly!

3. I keep track of our budget on this massive Excel spreadsheet titled THE BUDGET. My eyes blur over from spreadsheets usually, but I’ve gotten used to this one and use it often.

4. I love to play in the dirt while gardening. Thought I was going to get to do this this summer, but it is postponed one more year. I never wear gloves and my fingernails get dirty and gross and I get blisters. And I love it.

5. I do not like to be cold. Ever.

6. I suspect we will have one more child and then be finished, though if we had unlimited resources we’d probably have 3 more. Anybody got an extra $50,000 or so a year they’d like to donate?

7. When I’m stressed or otherwise occupied, I lose interest in food. I honestly do not mean to do this, but it sure works wonders for losing baby weight!

8. One of my biggest frustrations with life is that I can’t seem to make real life match my ideals very often. But when they do, I’m blissfully happy. Since I generally try to decide to be happy, this requires regular adjustments to my ideals.

9. Though I don’t get to play the piano much right now, I love that when I do it, it still comes easily. I guess when you start as a 5 year old, it becomes part of who you are.

10. I have not yet figured out how to transfer my intense love of learning to include my children. This is something I’ll be actively figuring out shortly, since Hannah starts (homeschooled) kindergarten in the fall.

11. Right now I feel torn between two ways of life – I would love to have a house in the middle of nowhere on a bunch of land, maybe an organic farm, have tons of kids and animals, and grow or produce most of our own food. On the other hand, I also love clothes, having painted toenails, having freshly done highlights, cute house decor, being a businesswoman, and living close to everything. Does this mean I need to choose, or that I can be happy pretty much anywhere?

12. Though I pretty much love all flowers and plant life in general, I dislike Chrysanthemums. I think they’re boring except for a couple of weeks in the fall, and they get slimy really fast and smell bad as cut flowers.

13. I cloth diaper my baby because I like to. No other reason would motivate me enough.

14. I fear I might be bad at potty training children. 2 down (kinda), ? to go…

15. My Google reader is usually overflowing with too many unread posts. I tend to subscribe to everything I ever read and then only regularly read a small handful.

16. One of my favorite things to do is to look at a pile of stuff and where it needs to fit, visualize where it all needs to go, and put it there. Mentally, I am extremely organized. In real life, not always. See #8.

17. I don’t like green beans.

18. I turn 30 next week. Probably the main reason doing this list appeals to me. Remember being a little kid and wondering about what life would be like as an adult? I’m a real live adult. And I’m moving for the 6th time in 6 years. And I have a squirmy, fussy baby on my lap who just wants to be held today. And life looks pretty much how I expected it would look at 30. And you couldn’t pay me to redo my 20’s. No complaints about getting older here.

19. One of the best things about this move? Simplifying again. I love simplicity.

20. I’d like to get better at playing with my kids. See #10.

21. I plan to get good and tan at our pool this summer.

22. I get too attached to places. This house is not ours, but I had so many dreams invested in it. I hope I’ll understand at some point why we needed to move now. I know God will work it for our good.

23. Have I mentioned how glad I am that it’s summer?

24. I hate debt. But if you’ve been reading my blog for any period of time, that’s not new info.

25. I want to learn to make cheese. This is my next project.

26. I almost always forget to take pictures. Somehow enjoying a moment does not produce in me an urge to grab a camera. On the one hand, I can say I enjoy the moment rather than taking pictures of it, but on the other hand, I wish I had the pictures.

27. I’ve learned (or maybe relearned?) that I’m the most emotionally healthy when I talk A LOT. Trying to figure out how to make this happen regularly, ideally with my best friend (Nick), on a more regular basis.

So there ya go. If you’re reading this, you’re it! Make your own list. šŸ™‚

Oh. My. Goodness.

Have you read this yet? http://www.theatlantic.com/food/archive/2010/05/chocolate-formula-baby-doesnt-know-best/56919/

(sorry about the link, posting from the phone)

Weekly Update

Outside my windowā€¦ It’s dark. My family is in bed and so should I be.

I am thinkingā€¦ about what is and what is not a non-negotiable when it comes to a place to live.

I am hearingā€¦ Nothing. Normally I find this relaxing, but with everything that has happened the past few weeks, it’s a bit deafening at the moment.

Some highlights from the weekā€¦ seeing my nephew, Atticus Tyndale, for the first time. Giving my sister a hug and being excited with her that she did it, at home, in spite of how hard it was.

Weird as it sounds, my grandfather’s funeral. 23 of the 25 grand kids were there. We took up the first 4 or 5 rows of the little church I grew up in. We sang Our God, He is Alive in four part a capella just like I remember it. Grampa was remembered well. Holly went into labor in the early morning and gave birth right about the time they lowered the casket into the ground. So many emotions… I’ll miss my Grampa.

Going to Disneyland with my kids. It’s just fun to be there, no matter how old you are and even if you only go on a few rides like we did. Watching my girls’ eyes when they met the princesses made me teary-eyed. Still does. I just remember seeing them as a kid and thinking how beautiful they were. Guess it appeals to the part of me that still wants life to be a fairy tale. Wish I could make it one for them, at least when they’re little. Being a grownup comes far too soon.

Going to the beach. The sand, the water, the smells, the sunshine, the seagulls… I miss it. Still.

And yet…coming home was a highlight too. Starting up my cooking projects again. Sleeping in my own bed. Showering in my bathroom. Watching my kids rediscover their toys. It’s nice to be home. Wish we didn’t have to move so soon.

I am thankful forā€¦ safe travels to and from CA. And though the drive wasn’t all easy and fun, we did have a good time together.

My entire huge extended family. They aren’t perfect – nobody is. But they care about us. And they love my children even though they’ve never met them. And that meant the world to me.

From the kitchenā€¦ I was encouraged by how well we handled eating out so much this week. For the record, In n Out is not only yummy, but it apparently is better food than most fast food out there. Even my sensitive stomach liked it. That is truly a complement to the place! Protein style hamburgers and fries made up a larger than I’d like to admit part of our diet for the week.

I am wearingā€¦ Cords and a t-shirt.

I am readingā€¦every Craig’s list entry, every rentals.com ad…we have to move by the end of the month and have no place to go yet. I waver between being really stressed and trusting God moment-to-moment. One thing that’s helped – what’s the worst that can happen? We won’t be homeless. We have friends and family.

I am hopingā€¦ to just find a place to live that we love and can afford, maybe even save money on. To sell the Jetta, since we have someone interested. Weird timing, but you go with what you have.

One of my favorite thingsā€¦ my sweet Tessa. She is such a comfort to me right now.

A few plans for the rest of the weekā€¦ House-hunting. Perhaps selling the Jetta.

A picture thought Iā€™m sharingā€¦ my dad and my beautiful girls at Huntington Beach.


While reading one of the pregnancy/childbirth blogs I frequent (that just sounds weird), I came across this post today. I was entertained by her comments in the post, particularly because I think that women with theĀ  kinds of complaints she’s addressing are often reacting out of a deep insecurity and unhappiness. What do they care if other women want to stay at home and cloth diaper their babies? I don’t believe their anger. I think it’s really insecurity, thinly disguised.

Anyway, the part of the post I found most interesting was her point that says,

“I do think that modern-day, industrialized, nuclear family life can be isolating. I don’t think humans were really meant to live in isolated, nuclear families where the father leaves to go to “work” and the mother “stays at home.” I think it’s a tragedy that most of us in the developed world have lost our extended kin networks. We no longer have sisters who can breastfeed our babies if we are away, or cousins next door to tend to our little ones, or grandparents who can be a daily part of their grandchildren’s lives. We live in a culture in which work and family life occur in strictly separated spheres. Can we imagine new ways of combining the need to earn a living and raise a family, outside of todays’ either/or options (working mom or SAHM? Paid out-of-the-home employment or unpaid stay-at-home parent?)”

I would add that historically, even when men were away at war for years at a time, women stuck together. I’m so frustrated by how transient our culture is. And as much as I want to put down roots and stay in one place for years at a time, establishing and maintaining relationships that would allow the kind of community I long for, I can’t even do it. What is the solution? If you’ve never read The Red Tent and you’re interested in this subject, go get it from the library, today!

Grieving

In case you couldn’t tell by the title, this is going to be a sad post. I won’t be insulted if you skip it. I often skip posts like these simply because I have more than enough to handle most days. But here it is anyway.

Tuesday, our landlord, who had previously told us he was renewing our lease when it was up at the end of May, informed us someone had offered to do a rent-to-own deal on the house we’re living in and he had decided to accept it. So we have to move. There are lots of weird things about this, but I won’t bother to go into them. It is what it is.

Two days later on Thursday, my Grampa died. He had been in the hospital for just a week or so, after having a heart attack while walking his dog. He loved his dog. Though his first heart attack was 25 years ago and we’ve almost lost him multiple times, I was unprepared to lose him now. I grew up going to my grandparents’ house multiple times per week. There are 25 grandchildren of which I’m the second oldest, and I was and am close to many of my cousins. My Gramma had back surgery just a couple of months ago and has not yet fully recovered and cannot live alone. They have lived in the same house for 45 years and were married for around 55 years. They eloped and got married in Mexico when my Gramma was just 15.

I’ve never had someone close to me die yet. I’ve been very blessed that way. I didn’t understand how for days and days, and I suppose years at times, emotions could just randomly well up and cause you to cry about some funny memory or something that reminds you of them. And though my house isn’t nearly as important to me as my Grandfather, I’m grieving my house at the same time. My baby was born here. We had so many dreams here. I don’t understand. When we moved in, our landlord made it sound like we could stay as long as we wanted, and, I think, we would have been happy here for a long time. We areĀ  so sure God directed us here. The house seemed perfect for us. It doesn’t make sense to our brains that He’s moving us again after just one year.

Nick and I talked until 3am this morning, and I told him all the memories I could remember of my grandfather. Some were so silly that it took a long story to explain them so I didn’t sound like I was nuts.

I keep catching myself smiling about something I used to be excited about my house, then remembering I won’t be here in another few weeks, and grieving that. Nick was so determined that this year, finally, I would have my huge garden I’ve always dreamed of. I keep seeing the unfinished garden plot in the backyard and feeling so deeply sad.

I have never wanted to be a shallow person. People who have never experienced anything hard are often shallow. It takes tough times to develop character. And though those tough times are never fun in the process, I always get to the other side of them and am glad I went through them. And I really, really do have a sense of peace through this, that God is totally going to take care of us, and even if we don’t understand it all, He will bless us and it’ll all turn out alright. And seriously, so many people go through much tougher things than this. We are healthy and safe, and we love each other. There is no true crisis here. We will not be homeless.

We leave Thursday to drive to Southern Cal. The funeral is Monday. It will be our first roadtrip with three kids but I’m hardly even worried about that. We’ll have snacks and toys and naps and it’ll be fun to be together. We’ll be flexible and do what we need to do. But, if we don’t find a place to move before we leave I don’t see how we will before the end of the month. We really don’t want to settle for something just because it’s what’s available.

Please keep us in your prayers if you think of it. We need peace and good rest and to be able to relax and enjoy our trip in spite of the circumstances.

How about I just hide, and somebody can let me know when it’s over?