Posts tagged ‘motherhood’
I hope you are having a wonderful August! The fair just closed, which to me, always feels like the official close of summer. I know I said no posts this month but I’m avoiding housework. 🙂
I’d like to work through the 12 week art course with other moms. Would you like to order the book and blog your progress too? I can tell you in advance, I won’t be accomplishing it in 12 weeks. It will be more of a here and there process. But the “homework” is manageable even if you want to keep to the schedule. Order yours and look it over. I want to start in September sometime.
Here is what I’ve been up to in random order…
- The hogs are filling out. We just went to the farmer to get another 900lbs of grain that should finish them off by Thanksgiving.
I still have a very sad garden. 😦 The only things I’ve been able to harvest are red potatoes and a few golf ball sized onions. The carrots are ready. It seems only below ground vegetables worked this year. I am holding out hope for some tomatoes, garlic and my squash plants have little baby zucchini, summer squash and pie pumpkins on them so keep growing!
- Baby is growing. I guess I’m making skin right now! Yesterday I got my first dizzy spell. That’s never happened before, that I can remember. It’s funny how mushy my brain is too. I went to my first appointment at 12wks. I knew all the pertinent dates, even conception but I still had myself all messed up. My midwife did the calculations and she said, “Jess you are 16wks not 12, we need to draw blood today.” I’m a month further along than I originally thought. Must be another girl. 🙂 Too funny!
- On birthing… I was talking to a friend of ours who is an anesthesiologist and telling him my birth stories, including the one time I got an epidural. I told him that I’ve decided (through personal experience, assisting a mother in her hospital birth and extensive research) that birthing naturally is a matter of education and being confident in what God made our bodies to do. I love this quote on Dayspring’s website, “Childbirth should be viewed as a natural undertaking in life, not a medical crisis…” Here is what my friend, whose career is largely dependant on epidurals said, “If more mothers educated themselves I’d be out of a job.”
- As we “speak” I’m rocking out with our favorite net radio station www.christianrock.net
- Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Call it nesting or fall cleaning but I’m on a rampage to get my basement cleared out so we can finish the drywall and floors. I’m hoping to acid wash the concrete and get the majority of the unfinished space usable by the time baby comes. Has anyone ever done the acid wash? NO I’m not doing it but I can coach my hubby on how to do it rather than having to hire it out. Seriously, how hard can it be? As long as you don ‘t melt your shoes right? :-]
- Requests I’ve had for future blog posts… my testimony, baby bump pictures and my favorite gluten free pizza crust recipe. Any other requests? I’m not guaranteeing anything! 😉
Okay so it is snowing today and I’m feeling a bit humbug.
I will be back though. I’ve got a few ideas/ recipes to share but at the moment they are stuck on the hard drive of a rogue computer. Grrr!
Until then come visit me at Blog Schmog. Submit your adventures in turning lemons into lemonade on Friday for Fu-get ABout it Fridays (F.A.B.)! Fab in the “Fabulous I’m getting another cup of coffee before I tie myself to a rocket headed for the moon” kind of Friday. Is anyone out there that can relate? Its where moms, grandmas, dad’s, grads (anyone really) unite to laugh in the face of permanent marker art and mom jeans!
This blog will remain and I will post food here but for the rest of the random fun please update your readers and blogroll adding www.blogschmogme.wordpress.com
A couple of weeks back I posted the poll “More or less, what should I blog about?”. Though I put it in the form of a question I did it to confirm a hunch I had.
It boils down to this…
My foodie friends say, “bring on the food.”
My photography friends say, “bring on the pictures.”
You get the picture…
So here’s what I’m going to do:
I will occasionally post recipes here at www.glutenfree4goofs.wordpress.com and will change the name from Blog Schmog to Gluten Free 4 Goofs to reflect the food emphasis.
Blog Schmog is moving to www.blogschmogme.wordpress.com and we will continue there where I am leaving off here with pictures, stories, gardening, occasional crafting, homeschooling and my journey of faith.
My passion is in encouraging others to follow Christ while looking on the bright side of life. And when we don’t feel the warmth of the Son because circumstances cloud our perspective, I hope to seek together the promises in God’s word until he has made his glory known.
In short I am on a joy journey and hope you will find nuggets that will give you hope and peace through our Abba Father.
We also have joy with our troubles because we know that these troubles produce patience. And patience produces character and character produces hope. And this hope will never disappoint us because God has poured out his love to fill our hearts. He gave us his love through the holy spirit whom God has given to us.
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Thanks are due my little sis Callie for helping me to get over my conspiracy notions and just blog what I love! 🙂 I started out thinking no one would read my blog if they didn’t “get” something. I also am strange about who might read so if you are a crabby person, don’t give me grief, I might self destruct! Lol! I’m totally kidding, I’m not that easily offended.
Actually now that I think about it that is outrgeously wierd. I want to draw readers by providing recipes “a service” but I don’t want people to read? What am I duel enrolled in the oddity club?
Today I had lunch with the man of my dreams.
I sat side by side with a man who absolutely sets my heart aflutter.
Let me see if I can begin to do him justice.
He is stocky yet athletic and tends to dress a bit grunge. Remember that? He has the most incredibly blue eyes you have ever seen. Looking into them is a dream, I can hardly keep myself contained when I peer into those glassy blues with such innocence and love. Not to mention he has flawless skin with a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that only serve to add to his sunny countenance.
The two of us have a bit of a language barrier. I have to listen hard to understand what he wants to portray to me but words do not have to pass between us for kindred hearts to speak. He is an open book and a man after God’s own heart. The humblest of the humble, a true member of the kingdom of Christ.
We ate the simplest of meals but my joy has rarely been so complete. He requested pb&j and couldn’t be persuaded otherwise. I ate the same and watched in wonder as he licked his fingers, finishing every morsel. No meal with this man would be complete without a glass of juice and a swipe of the hands down the front of his recently clean-ish shirt.
Who is it?
Certainly not the ONLY man of my dreams.
None other than…
My man, aka Bubba.
No his eyes aren’t quite that blue but I had fun editing since I rarely have time for such extravagance!
I have a dilemma. There is a neighbor with an eight year old son who is a whirlwind, to put it nicely. Usually I tend to avoid allowing my boys to spend time with kids that I don’t want them picking up bad habits from, but this boys happens to be the son of our 4-H leader and a good friend of mine. Sigh!
Tonight is the kickoff bbq and I am terrified that my boys, being younger than he is, will come home after spending an hour or so with this kid and be saying things like “Oh god!” and acting maniacal. Not to mention that for this family money is not an object and they have every toy known to man including all the video game systems and state of the art computer equipment.
At our house, partly out of necessity ;), we emphasise non-monetary contentment and I struggle big time with Thing Two and his addictive nature toward video games. That amounts to their dad’s old Nintendo on rare occasions and three days a week he is allowed to earn time at a free online game where a quad goes forward and backward on a two dimensional track. So nothing fancy at all.
I guess what I’m wondering is how do I prepare them for time with this boy since it is not possible to keep them segregated from every ornery boy on the planet! I’m sure mine can come up with lots of their own trouble too.
Do I sit them down and have a “talk” about not conforming to other’s standards?
Do I prepare them for the sorts of thing he might say (and that I’ve heard him say) and mention how his disrespect of his mother will not be tolerated by me?
I truly love this family and I dont’ want my boys going in saying, “My mom said….” But I love my boys more and I want to prepare them in the most Godly but not condescending way.
Did that make any sense at all?
What are your thoughts?
Don’t you think my “jail” pictures are appropriate? Hee hee!
These are a few of my favorite things!
Here is Thing One and his look alike pumpkin…
Here is Thing One’s Portrait of his baby sister (now one year old-my how the time flies) and I on her 1 week birthday…
Here are three of my favorite things; leaves, the color green and my little buddy “Bubba”…
And here is one of my favorite pictures of Thing Two. He and his older brother got these headlamps for their birthday and while Grammy and Papa were visiting he disappeared. No one could find him anywhere, we were calling and looking, trying not to panic. Finally after a good half hour his Grammy found him asleep with the headlamp on under the guest bed! Gotta love the boy…
Pee Wee finally has long enough hair for pig tails! This could get out of hand really fast! 🙂
She is also big enough to sneak off and eat a bowl full of cat food. Ha ha, what fun!
Gotta go for now.