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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Ten on Tuesday

 
 
{1}
February is long gone, and so is all the Red Velvet Cake.
 
 
 
Hello, March!
 
 
 
{2}
The first day of spring is this week, and the change of season has certainly been evident around these parts.
 
 
 
I can only imagine how many hours we will spend in our back yard this year.
 
 
 
 
{3}
There was once a clean freak who prided herself on clean floors, until the day she had two tiny human mops rolling, scooting and crawling all over her floors...all day...every day.
 
Now that clean freak prides herself on strengthening her kiddos' immune systems whilst they play on the floor.
 
After all, at some point you've just gotta "Let it go! Let it go!"
 
 
 
{4}
I know I am not the only one with Frozen on the brain this week.
 
 
 
 
 
{5}
Two days ago this little fella' did his first "more" sign.
 
 
 
We hope the signing will quickly replace his piercing shriek for attention every time someone breaks eye contact.
 
 
 
 
We're gonna have our hands full with this one.
 
 
 
 
{6}
Thankfully, for every yin there is a yang.
 
This one is mama's little cuddler.
 
 
 
 
 
 
{7}
If I had a nickel for every game of Uno that has been played in this house the last three months...
 
 
 
And now, thanks to Auntie Angel, he is perfecting his card table trash talk.
 
All G rated, of course.
 
 
 
 
{8}
SO SO SO PROUD of our kiddo for completing his very first 5k on foot last weekend.
 
 
 
 
 
He is, after all, only four years old.
 
 
Go Kendry!
 
 
 
 
{9}
Packing Tape:
 
Because Daddy cringes at the thought of wasting a 25 cent diaper.
 
 
 
 
 
{10}
This Week's Blessing:
A fantabulous visit from my younger sister Angel.
 


 

 
 
Miss you oodles already, Ang!
 
 
 

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Eliminate & Concentrate: A Dynamic Approach to Ditching Your Baggage


 

Everyone has baggage.


When I was a child my parents took our family to Disneyland and Hawaii over a Christmas vacation. (Apparently flight travel for a family of 7 was a lot cheaper in the 80's.) As I was merely 8, and my sister Angel just 6, another member of the family packed our suitcases for us. Our family spent a few days in California, with Angel and I wearing outfits retrieved from just one of our two shared suitcases. By the time we arrived in Hawaii our dirty laundry was piling up, so my mom instructed one of my older sisters to retrieve some fresh clothes for Angel and me from the suitcase we had yet to open. Much to my older sister's surprise, she opened the second suitcase and found nothing but doll clothes!

You see, in our shared bedroom at home, Angel and I had several baby dolls and scores of doll clothes; my mom used a spare suitcase to store all our doll clothes in one place. Apparently in the chaos of packing the entire family for our vacation someone assumed the doll clothes suitcase contained clothes for Angel and me. I still laugh when I think of us toting an extra suitcase from Alaska to California, to Hawaii, and then back to Alaska for no reason at all.

Nowadays that second suitcase would have cost us $25 for each leg of the trip. (sigh)  Aside from the obscenely big hair, the 80's really were a simpler time.


I have baggage.


A year and a half ago my sister Jaimee sent me a copy of this book by Anne Ortlund. I'm sorry to say it has taken me that long to finally read through it - I blame a tough pregnancy and adjusting to life with three kiddos.




In her book Anne details disciplines for godly women: making daily time with God a priority, consistently setting monthly/yearly/lifelong goals to work toward, and organizing one's life in order to best chase those goals. One key principle really stood out for me: Eliminate and Concentrate.


Eliminate and Concentrate.


As Anne says: "You want to manage your time? You eliminate clutter and concentrate on your goals."


The reason Anne's statement hit so close to home for me (quite literally) is because our home is a great source of stress for me right now. We have stuff everywhere. Too much stuff. So much stuff that when I seek out moments of peace and relaxation in my own home I find instead that I am blocked at every turn by another stack of mail in the kitchen, another mess of toys in the bathtub, paperwork on the desk that needs filing, piles of outgrown clothes in the closet that need to be purged or donated, stacks of magazines I love but never have a chance to read, another mess of toys on the dining room floor...

Okay yes, kids should be allowed to have toys and make messes, but there is such thing as too many toys.

Maybe for some people clutter is just clutter - nothing more, nothing less. Its not a source of stress. If that is you, more power to ya! But in this house the clutter is affecting our way of life. How can I be the mom and wife I want to be when I'm constantly stressing over the state of our home? How much more free time would we have if we stopped shuffling clutter from place to place and finally got rid of the things we don't need/use?

How much extra baggage (and subsequent stress/work) are we carrying year to year?


Matthew 6:19-21 says: "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."


I love our home. While I wouldn't call it my treasure, I know that my priorities are out of whack when I focus more on my home and its messes than I do ministering to the needy and the lost. Which is why I'm on a new mission to eliminate unnecessary baggage in our home in order to better concentrate on our goals as a family.


You have baggage.


Most of us are quick to associate the term "baggage" with things like personal insecurities, poor body image or wounds from previous relationships, but I would challenge you to think of it on a broader scale. One definition I found is 'an abstract thing or idea which weighs upon a person, and ends up obstructing or inhibiting him/her'.

For my sister Stephanie, the 'eliminate and concentrate' principle challenged her to remove the Facebook and Words With Friends apps from her iPhone. As a result, she has freed up time to do more reading and write personal notes to friends, activities she is more likely to glean from.

Do you spend too much time on Facebook and Pinterest and then kick yourself later because you failed to accomplish your to-do list for the day? Try taking a break from social media and see how freeing it can be.

Are you the person who says 'yes' to every commitment and then can't figure out why you're always so exhausted or don't have time to yourself? As Money Saving Mom says, when you say 'yes' to one thing you are saying 'no' to something else. It is okay to limit your commitments.





Its time to check your baggage.


You're at the airport about to depart. The pilot is asking everyone to gate check any baggage they don't need for the flight. Take a good look at what you're carrying. Do you really need all that baggage?

Eliminate and concentrate.


As a Christian, I prefer to view the analogy this way:

God, the True Pilot, is asking you to gate check any baggage you won't need for your journey with Him. Are you ready to let go?





Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Ten on Tuesday



{1}
GO 'HAWKS!






{2}
 Today we went in search of a single football cookie cutter and came home with this:





We're on a mission:







{3}

Say hello to the newest member of our household, Charcoal:



In the span of three weeks Charcoal has already outlived two tankmates, Alfred and Lax.

May they rest in peace.




{4}
This gal cracks me up!
  




{5}
Mama's got a brand new bag:



Talk about great stress relief. Every mama should have one of these. 




{6}
Two teeth and counting:




None for Cohen just yet.







{7}
We introduced Kendry to Star Wars this week. Now I'm itching to buy Star Wars valentine's for his classmates. 



Ha ha ha!

I've read it at least twenty times and it still makes me laugh.





{8}
Going stir crazy this winter?

Nope, not us.






{9} 
Official Sleep Report:
One baby has successfully adapted to sleeping through the night, from 7pm to 6am.

Whoopeee!

The other baby? Not so much.


Think you know which is which?   




{10}
This Week's Blessing:
Finally snapping the photo I've been longing to take. 

Rub a dub dub, three brothers in the tub!





Thursday, January 23, 2014

Something Very Fishy is Going On Here



Two years ago we traveled to Alaska to spend Christmas with my family. It was zero degrees the night we arrived in Fairbanks, and nearly forty below the day we flew home. Thankfully, my Christmas present from Justin that year was my beautiful purple down jacket.




Unlike Alaska, we have very mild winters here in in the Lewis Clark Valley; there are few really cold days that require a good down jacket, but I still wear it as much as I can throughout the winter. I truly love this jacket. Its warm, but not too hot - a good layer of down without being too bulky. Pretty but practical.




What does this have to do with fish, you ask?

Where to begin...



The other day on a family outing I had just zipped up my purple jacket when I caught a whiff of a strange odor.

"What is that smell?" I asked Justin. "It kinda smells like fish."  

He couldn't smell it. Kendry couldn't smell it either. So naturally, as any mother would, I walked around and sniffed each of my children.

Kendry?   Nope.

Cohen?   Nope.

Jack? 


 
Nope.



Strange.

And then the smell was gone and I forgot all about it. Until last night when I went to fetch some chapstick from my purple jacket. As soon as I opened the door of the coat closet I smelled it again. 

Sniff sniff. What is that awful smell?!

I pulled the chapstick from the inner pocket of my jacket and was shocked to find it covered with a reddish brown substance. So I smelled that. BLECH!

What on earth?!
 
The clean freak in me immediately tried to rationalize the situation: "Okay. No big deal. So you have a decaying fish in your jacket pocket."



Hey, stranger things have happened. And we have had two fish fatalities in this house in the last two weeks.

Holding my breath, I removed the jacket from the closet and took it to the kitchen for further inspection. Justin spotted me with the jacket and immediately asked "Where did you get that grease stain?" 

Sure enough, there was a visibly large stain near the inner pocket. Now I'm really dreading sticking my hand into the pocket. But I am the mom, after all, so I take one for the team and bravely stick my hand into the deep, dark pocket - after all, someone has to do it before the fish stench knocks all five of us unconscious. 

What do you think I found?

Three decomposing prenatal vitamins and a set of keys to my office, all covered with the reddish brown coating leaking off the vitamins and all stinking like fish because, as my vitamin jar so clearly points out, these vitamins contain DHA in the form of fish oil. 


FISH OIL!

Dagnabbit, Jody!


Of course, its all coming back to me now... wearing my purple jacket when we traveled to Justin's parents' house for Christmas... remembering as I walked out the door that I forgot to pack my vitamins... throwing three loose vitamins into the inner pocket because "surely I will remember to take these vitamins while we're at my in-laws".


If motherhood has taught me anything it is that I don't remember nearly as many details as I used to. 

Details like actually remembering to take a daily multi-vitamin every day. Details like not leaving pills loose in a jacket pocket where they not only start to decompose but also appear to chemically react with metal, like that found in keys. I have scrubbed the heck out of my keys and they still reek. I've put them into a ziplock bag to contain the smell. I may have to request replacement keys from my employer.

As for my jacket, I just removed it from the washer and it still smells like fish. 

I'm taking it to the cleaners tomorrow, but I am not very hopeful.

Forgetful?  You betcha.

Hopeful. Not so much.


Friday, January 10, 2014

Baby Barber Shop




Since the twins' arrival people have inquired how best to tell them apart. We would direct them to the hair.

Jack had it. Cohen did not.


Jack after his very first bath:



Hair, no hair.



Hair, no hair.
 



We recently concluded that Jack was starting to look a little shaggy.


He has super straight hair that loves to stand on end, along with some newborn locks that kink at the tips.


"I don't have hair - I've got feathers."
(Any Notting Hill fans out there?)


Yes, it was time for a haircut.
(Sorry, grandmas.)


Around these parts we opt for home haircuts. With four boys in this house we save a lot of money by doing it ourselves.




"Haircuts are no sweat, Mom."
 


"Yep, I can handle this."
 


"Uhhh, on second thought let's not do this!"



Much better! 






And then Cohen said, "I want a turn!"

Not really.

In fact, we may have scared him off haircuts forever.

Like I said, Cohen really doesn't have any hair, but what he does have on the back of his head was making him look like a balding old man, so he got a little trim too.




"And just what do you think you're doing with that, Dad?"
 


"Wahhhhh!"



All is forgiven.




Now for laughs and memories, take a look at these:


 
That is Kendry getting his first haircut at 10 weeks.


What can I say? We like 'em clean cut around here.