tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96174862024-03-23T12:24:59.200-06:00crazyacres......where <b>entropy happens</b> constantly, in an unrelenting manner, as in every second of every dayReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.comBlogger958125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-80251191008448603932023-11-30T21:57:00.002-06:002023-11-30T21:57:21.971-06:00I still enjoy reading. Maybe I’ll start writing?<p> Gosh wouldn’t it be great to give an update on the crazyacres clan? I think I’ll work on that! I would expect it to be easy to add photos but I don’t see how. Interesting. I was once quite competent at this. I will keep trying! </p>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-5245852973742546512014-01-17T16:09:00.000-06:002014-01-17T16:09:17.196-06:00Seven Quick Takes FridaySo if I am really going to try to blog more, this is a good place to begin, right?<br />
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I am very rusty at blogging, and remembering things like linking and such. Plus it is so different now. This will take me a while to get the hang of it so my posts may be low tech for a while.<br />
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1) I just spent the entire day sorting through my icon studio. I soldiered on after the last baby was born (two years ago) and didn't take more than 6 weeks off from my classes here. For that I am very proud of myself, because after Melanie was born I didn't get back to it for about 6 months. Anyway, in that two years things have really gotten out of order, so even with all day, I have a few more days to go until I am happy. <br />
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2) I did, in fact, get a hand me down laptop. I am learning how to use it, and so far, this is amazing. I am truly grateful.<br />
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3) I have read three books already this year, more than all of last year, sadly. I have decided this year I will read rather than surf around Facebook or randomly check websites. I started with "Orphan Train", by Christina Baker Kline, then went on to "Joy School" (Elizabeth Berg), and am now almost finished with another Elizabeth Berg book, "A Year of Pleasures". Now I know these aren't classic literature or anything, but getting back to the habit of reading needs to be eased into.<br />
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4) I am also reading some non-fiction. One called "Stiffs" about the use of cadavers throughout human history. One called "Daring Greatly", by Brenee Brown, and another called "Two Part Invention" by Madelieine L'Engle. I am about 1/3 through the first two and only a few pages into the third.<br />
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5) I have also finished up a few icons. I don't know how to post pictures yet, so maybe I'll do it from my phone next post. I did St. Ephraim the Syrian, and an Anapeson (reclining Christ). I am currently working on a Pantocrator and finishing two Tender Kissing icons. If I can add photos to this through my phone post-publish, I will. Otherwise I'll make a separate post later. <br />
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6) The School Year. Well, we are hitting February mood already. Blah. My college age kids started back this week. My high schooler at the local Catholic high school just started her second semester. My home schooled high schooler is mid second quarter due to getting his materials late from Seton. The rest are about where I hoped they would be. The pre schooler and toddler make each day an adventure. Ahem. <br />
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7) I have continued to exercise, and feel great. The Paleo experiment lasted a few months, and now I realize I'm living on bread and cheese again, so maybe another dip in that pool would be a good idea. Once change that stuck though, is we are on fire for veggies, and eat so much more of them than we ever did before the Paleo challenge. Roasted Brussels Sprouts are the bomb!<br />
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So that's it! Check out <a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/">http://www.conversiondiary.com/</a> for more. I'll link if I can figure it out. Otherwise, I'm sure you all know how to get to that website by yourself if you have to. <br />
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Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-50693797368522975542014-01-15T07:38:00.001-06:002014-01-15T07:38:15.140-06:00I miss writing!I may be getting an old, passed down numerous times, lap top. I haven't been able to access a real computer for a long time and I just can't blog using an iPad or my phone. Just the thought of blogging again makes me happy. I'm really hoping the laptop comes to pass. Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-26280812706353927522013-10-21T16:28:00.001-06:002013-10-21T16:28:39.065-06:00My icon in progressI am still working on icons. This is one in progress. I can not express how much I really love writing icons. I will be a participant at an icon workshop next week and am looking forward to that. Hopefully I'll get some pictures up of the new one too. It's taking me a while to remember I am trying to blog more. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFkR5KdRYZ0BMGKTY95AoVP3qy6XxAf1znmNuC6AaFapEhn8tEbOS87SR0igBggTrGa3utgxmp7JLI5TSKDeWH4Msf-TkohPQZLXPU-aEKZENmKS34goIOXRb60AFoRI2IKFusQ/s640/blogger-image--1930956973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFkR5KdRYZ0BMGKTY95AoVP3qy6XxAf1znmNuC6AaFapEhn8tEbOS87SR0igBggTrGa3utgxmp7JLI5TSKDeWH4Msf-TkohPQZLXPU-aEKZENmKS34goIOXRb60AFoRI2IKFusQ/s640/blogger-image--1930956973.jpg"></a></div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-69267465713540415612013-08-28T14:35:00.001-06:002013-08-28T14:35:23.976-06:00Finally I can use my phone!Watch out, posts aplenty coming. I lost most of the use of my PC, hence no blogging. I just checked into a mobile ap for blogger. I am probably years behind, but here I am. And here are the little two. Can you believe how big?<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBt2ONeVnHALz2DsvVeFIrIaOyN1QcmZ-3LEe7EKZA9Z8Ijyj25S6AKn7usN_VD0NFF2VowGp8EJkQhzFqHfDMa19iCqMi3q_tp40TJzz38Wz9nDQ3tdZZj_0gdR1j23m9FhrXA/s640/blogger-image-1494346855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBt2ONeVnHALz2DsvVeFIrIaOyN1QcmZ-3LEe7EKZA9Z8Ijyj25S6AKn7usN_VD0NFF2VowGp8EJkQhzFqHfDMa19iCqMi3q_tp40TJzz38Wz9nDQ3tdZZj_0gdR1j23m9FhrXA/s640/blogger-image-1494346855.jpg"></a></div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-91743493369080395302013-01-29T11:28:00.000-06:002013-01-29T11:31:09.682-06:00The Joyful Mystery of a Full House<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I have entered a new landscape now as far as my children and household are concerned. When I began this blog, eight years ago, I had seven children, ages 11 to 1. I was busy, exhausted, isolated, overwhelmed, but very interested in gardening, iconography, decorating and writing. I had a quiet house by 8:00pm every night, and total control over our schedule. Everyone was home schooled then, no one went anywhere or did anything unless I took them, or invited and prepared for company.<br />
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Now, I have 9 children, ages 19 to 1. My house is almost never quiet, as I have a college student and two upper classmen in high school who do homework and studying into the wee hours. The little kids wake up at the crack of dawn, and I try to cram sleep in between for myself the best I can. We have become "that house", you know the one, where all the kids congregate. I never know for certain how many people will be eating with us, or sleeping over, popping by. I do not mind that our home is one of hospitality, but I must be willing to keep my balance on the shifting sands of our life. I guess you could say that through the years I have had to develop good sea legs to keep my balance.<br />
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I'll have another child graduating from High School this year. When my eldest graduated, I was seven months pregnant, and could only absorb the event as a calendar obligation. I told family, a few friends, I bought a cake, we got him a card, and took a few pictures, but I could not get "into it" at all. And that has been my struggle with a family this size. I have kids moving in and out of every stage of life concurrently. I want to soak it up, but I just can not. The best I can do is notice the preciousness of each day, one encounter at a time, maybe make a note of it, maybe a photo, but more than likely, the moment will be fleeting and then will disappear into the ether of the past. The rate of precious moments disappearing down the memory hole makes me so very melancholy at times, so grateful for the abundance at other times. It is more than I can grasp.<br />
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My life has more joy that I can hold, more work than I can do, and more love than I can actually make any sense of. I have had people ask me, "How do you do this? How can you keep it up?" I don't actually know the answer about how, except One Day At A Time, with a very firm foundation of love, and a deep belief in the goodness of what (or Who) our family reflects. As my husband and I were discussing our life yesterday, and he commented that I seem to worry less, even as the number of people to worry about has increased, and the number of things outside my control has increased (can you say teenagers driving, being driven by friends, going on trips, and so on?). I replied, "I guess I just have to trust God, because I don't have time to do anything else." We will deal with each day, along with its events both expected and unexpected, and trust that Our Lord will see us through. And that is all I've got at this point. Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-51606621975505682752013-01-25T09:17:00.001-06:002013-01-25T09:34:06.319-06:007 Quick Takes Friday, finally<div style="text-align: center;">
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I have been doing a Paleo style of eating since Jan. 7th. Since my research in any area boils down to nothing, I just took the advice from one of my work out companions, and define Paleo as any food except grains or dairy. I was not enthusiastic about this, but it was a challenge, and if you want me to do something, challenge me, and I'll do it. </div>
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Coffee is paleo. French Press coffee has become an essential part of my morning. I have fiddled around with the coffee, the water temp, the steeping time, and come up with something that tastes terrific. All this despite the fact that I rarely have time or presence of mind to pay attention to any of the above. And it still tastes terrific.</div>
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It came to be, that I could live just fine without bread if I had avocados, and without cheese if I had carmalized onions (with cayenne pepper). If I made almond butter and dark chocolate cookie bars I could make through my morning coffee happy. If I had avocado/chicken salad for lunch, or a hamburger patty with kimcha on it, with raw veggies on the side, happy as a clam. If I had roasted chicken with sauteed seasoned veggies for dinner, or bone broth soup, or roasted veggies with roast beef, content. If I had bacon wrapped dates, or ham wrapped olives or roasted brussel sprouts for a movie snack, yum. </div>
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Will I keep this up? This began as a 30 day challenge. I have more energy for sure. My mood is so much more steady, and I have a body with very few aches and pains. I am almost never hungry, or if I am it is a good, honest hungry, not a shaky "if I don't eat something right now I might kill someone or die" sort of hungry. So yes, I will apply what I have learned past the 30 days. I will incorporate some grains back in, I will just be careful about the quality and amount. I love cinnamon raisin Ezekiel bread, and intend to add that in. I will have cheese from time to time, as the delicious treat that it is, and relish it and enjoy it, and not just put it on everything. I will add back good quality yogurt. I will keep my new found love of veggies. I will keep being more intentional about what I create in the kitchen. I will use food treats as treats, and not as a daily occurrence . And I will keep working out three times a week, which has been the key to all of the changes I have been able to make. Maybe this will be the topic of my next quick takes: How a 46 year old who just had a baby got back in shape after sitting in a chair and nursing for 4 years straight, or something like that. </div>
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<br />Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-53588725361425638142013-01-10T10:40:00.001-06:002013-01-10T10:40:42.023-06:00Tap, Tap, is this thing on??<br />
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No blog post since April.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Crazy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The addition of Theo to
our family seemed to be the tipping point for me on so many of my side dish
amusements.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My gardening is only basic maintenance;
my cooking is uninspired but nutritious, with oodles of shortcuts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My ability to read a book or anything longer
than a blog post or Facebook update has disappeared. My only photos are on my
iPhone, so Theo has only dark, blurry pictures to commemorate his first
year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Church has become a Sunday only
affair, which I hate, but right now is all I can manage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have made a few trips to the monastery that
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have enjoyed caring
for Theo, and watching Melanie be the cutest 3 year old ever, and hosting innumerable
teenage gatherings and shuttling <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>people
back and forth to choir and buying <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>an
enormous amount of food every week, and keeping us a few steps ahead of squalor
every day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sleep the sleep of the
exhausted when I am able to sleep (any other mid-forties women understand that
comment?).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I began an intense exercise regimen
with some church friends in September, which has given me my strength back after
feeling very weak from Theo’s birth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
took me a year to even gather the energy after he was born to try to
exercise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can now say I am stronger
than I have been since before I was pregnant with Melanie, which gives me hope
for my continued strengthening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It never
is too late!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am still doing
iconography weekly, praise God, and have taken two workshops since Theo was
born to improve my skills. My husband and I celebrated our 20th anniversary this year, and have had to pour renewed energy into our relationship if we are to have any time together at all. Having nine children from college age to one year old all living under our roof is a full, full life. </div>
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But I really miss blogging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The entire blogging universe has change so much since I was active, I
really don’t know how to be part of the blogging “community” anymore, but I
figure if I write, at least I will have a record of my thoughts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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And now it is time to get the kids on their schoolwork.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did fail to mention that I am still home
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Hopefully I’ll be back soon with something besides my task
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Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-65683553072182482012012-04-24T09:26:00.000-06:002012-04-24T09:26:51.447-06:00Birth Story, re-visitedSo eight months later, and I'm still reveling in Theo's birth. I went through my usual phases post-partum: shock, massive adjustment and aligning what really happened with the imaginary life I had in my head. There were some disappointments, and in my usual fashion, those took center stage for a while. But now, as I am finally getting the feel for my new normal, some events have occurred that make me more able to digest the events on the day Theo was born. I am remembering other details and feelings now that the main feeling of relief has tempered down to reality. <br />
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One funny thing is that I was watching Nanny 911 while in early labor. My now 15 year old daughter was watching with me, as I was jotting down contraction times so I could assess when to call the midwife. I remember discussing how watching that show was enhancing my self esteem and comfort in my ability to parent yet another child.<br />
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I remember trying to get my husband to come up from his home office and help me get the bedroom ready for the birth. I remember being very angry at how distracted he was that day.<br />
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I remember the quick decent into labor land, and my immense relief when the midwife showed up earlier than I had expected. My labor picked up so quickly (maybe because I was at home and my body knew it could just go for it, instead of gearing up for an hour of relocation?), and I remember saying, "I hate this part of labor", referring to the part where the pain is intense, but you really have no idea how long it might go on. If I hadn't been so firmly in labor land, I would have recognized I was nearing the homestretch, and everyone was telling me so. But I wouldn't be persuaded. The nurse asked me, "What part of labor do you like?" and I remember answering, "When it is over!".<br />
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As I relayed in my original birth story, once I got in the water, I had maybe 5 contractions before Theo was born. It might have been more, but it wasn't many. One of the worst parts was my husband left momentarily, and ended up missing the actual birth. He heard the baby being born, and dashed in immediately after, but I have to admit I was upset by that for some time. That never happened at the hospital births! But it was a small price to pay for the amazing part after Theo was born, getting in my bed, the relaxed, happy atmosphere, and the complete ability to me comfortable. I had never loved my home as much as I did that day!<br />
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Now, to prepare for this birth, I had gotten some essential oil beeswax candles, made a play list of inspirational and comforting music, gotten snacks and drinks for the attendants, and so on. The birth was so fast, none of it got used, and weirdly that left me feeling I had failed in some way. It took me months to go ahead and burn those candles, listen to the music and realize I wasn't hosting a party or setting up a scene for a play, I was just having a baby, and I did that just perfectly. <br />
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Months later, my 12 year old daughter set up my bathtub with bubbles, my scented candles and music, having no idea this was something I had missed during Theo's birth. It was so nice, just making peace with what really went down that day, especially because it really was an amazing birth. To integrate my disappointment with my gratitude was the missing piece in my analysis of Theo's birth. <br />
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Theo now<br />
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So the lesson from this birth was that life isn't a performance,
it is real. It is the real thing, and hinging my happiness on the
appearance of having it all together is just getting in the way of me
being entirely present to my own life.<br />
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And really believing that is a such a gift to be given along with my sweet little Theo. I am so blessed! <br />
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(for the original birth story go<a href="http://3acres.blogspot.com/2011/08/birth-story-theo-edition-and-first.html#links" target="_blank"> here</a>)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-4245520570230870602012-04-24T08:26:00.001-06:002012-04-24T08:30:39.287-06:00My daughters are in the blue choir. This performance was last summer, and I am currently dealing with new facebook crashing into new blogger. Oy.<br />
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My kitchen window sill is a colorful haven in the chaos that is often my kitchen.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMDQVHqH7goRRJPW-CoPvEVQA88zdTEfzsvJxMPVOLXj45vkV9ebtkvQb-L1q0XUo3GkwOvYuIYVk-hfw0Zxg8vRDAOGy86hQshaye_78dZ1vdi5-h2aWwXSWyHF9HT-qVx4X5g/s1600/bottles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZMDQVHqH7goRRJPW-CoPvEVQA88zdTEfzsvJxMPVOLXj45vkV9ebtkvQb-L1q0XUo3GkwOvYuIYVk-hfw0Zxg8vRDAOGy86hQshaye_78dZ1vdi5-h2aWwXSWyHF9HT-qVx4X5g/s400/bottles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722742357788408882" border="0" /></a><br />Also Melanie turned 3 this week, and here is her cake. I happened to have 3 heart shaped cake pans so this was easy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GExD9I0ShabioQurh2JVghygB2raFrKQIjaG5rpti5NAgFoDDd9qpluGTAQyzHyeYCVcgEX9BFa_hAvnnlNkMJNgJk6HvCHud1k9fgoyV960UAJ-sKsA1kRBP40npqzoJwgJ2Q/s1600/Melanie%2527s+cake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GExD9I0ShabioQurh2JVghygB2raFrKQIjaG5rpti5NAgFoDDd9qpluGTAQyzHyeYCVcgEX9BFa_hAvnnlNkMJNgJk6HvCHud1k9fgoyV960UAJ-sKsA1kRBP40npqzoJwgJ2Q/s400/Melanie%2527s+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722744833989951602" border="0" /></a><br />{happy}<br /><br />I found a terrific new family doctor after Theo was born. He has decorated his office in the painting of Gustav Klimt. I particularly was drawn to the "Tree of Life" and have since purchased it and it hangs over my bed. Life is so beautiful!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHh3a_FSoLtJ8hUaTOcV13GXjk9v21i0DSU8PGg_t-VEvgKleHK7C1fp753Qa1xI2XfGqTw_VH2rtkMlJsrkJXAfchsFj7-BuUs9GuMvY7xJncS_ihTJu1W31cPsClRbxjkLNrcg/s1600/Tree+of+Life+Stoclet+Frieze+Gustav+Klimt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHh3a_FSoLtJ8hUaTOcV13GXjk9v21i0DSU8PGg_t-VEvgKleHK7C1fp753Qa1xI2XfGqTw_VH2rtkMlJsrkJXAfchsFj7-BuUs9GuMvY7xJncS_ihTJu1W31cPsClRbxjkLNrcg/s400/Tree+of+Life+Stoclet+Frieze+Gustav+Klimt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722742674363674050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />{funny}<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpleWj4mba0RGnUaYDgfqggAP5lbKf3YJJVPuJsFOg6xuwg7WnQyU3UGCa8Z2zqBTdmsVlUJdtxIJZ5qKcad2qud_8DtP_3i2KM7UT5Uza9sPS5P5cnr5DvaflnVP3eiM6kWZwWA/s1600/music.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpleWj4mba0RGnUaYDgfqggAP5lbKf3YJJVPuJsFOg6xuwg7WnQyU3UGCa8Z2zqBTdmsVlUJdtxIJZ5qKcad2qud_8DtP_3i2KM7UT5Uza9sPS5P5cnr5DvaflnVP3eiM6kWZwWA/s400/music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722743242608577794" border="0" /></a><br />Some of the younger children were having such fun last night. While my nearly 8 year old played (quite well, by the way) the harmonica, the other 3 were jumping, dancing and skipping around. Ordinary, precious moments!<br />And another ordinary, precious moment: Melanie cleaning out the bowl of cake batter on her birthday<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRD1Rf1bVhUsNcs94vW3_srt6cPOdGZY3zKydE4_b0ZUO4lvEUHv7cYMM0Aq7xNm9w9RST8diZH_FvJShIECMXS4wWIAlhQ6dSIlxmMfaPqNrJOSC2pnqJAHWOruHHs_Z7aPWYDA/s1600/Melanielickingbowl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRD1Rf1bVhUsNcs94vW3_srt6cPOdGZY3zKydE4_b0ZUO4lvEUHv7cYMM0Aq7xNm9w9RST8diZH_FvJShIECMXS4wWIAlhQ6dSIlxmMfaPqNrJOSC2pnqJAHWOruHHs_Z7aPWYDA/s400/Melanielickingbowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722745301451597906" border="0" /></a><br />{real}<br />Theo is 7 months now, and today for the first time began pulling books off the shelf and examining them very closely. The look of pride on his face was precious, and I know it is just the beginning of his delight in encountering the world, and of my books being rearranged.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPiTbBhtVbs-ri2TPtN9xc8LlSBTkxQL3JmLy_jmci0qaZKtAniezvW20wjafq2i1aEyjM7mRNB5O-4tnO9U494TxAIYm0DX6xSbb4kghyphenhyphenmX9hgLwWjSeuS7XMt-sFNlFIepqAQ/s1600/Theobooks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPiTbBhtVbs-ri2TPtN9xc8LlSBTkxQL3JmLy_jmci0qaZKtAniezvW20wjafq2i1aEyjM7mRNB5O-4tnO9U494TxAIYm0DX6xSbb4kghyphenhyphenmX9hgLwWjSeuS7XMt-sFNlFIepqAQ/s400/Theobooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722744148014760674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />More {p,h, f, r} at <a href="http://ourmothersdaughters.blogspot.com/">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-88306623941830200832012-02-14T09:05:00.001-06:002012-02-14T09:06:26.517-06:00Happy St. Valentine's Day.I can't skip my traditional St. Valentine's Day Post. Love to all!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0E3OVewMKTe5u78UGoaG_rzM9BOV5_ldDmujgiX79ClT-nwKDszDgR6hq4aX1OZ7h3TBBnGsKJRIccQTYcrv8v8ARAIkE0_uInw6xMht7wET8fsyxQj9bXM-vW40_YJggusf_A/s1600-h/heart.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0E3OVewMKTe5u78UGoaG_rzM9BOV5_ldDmujgiX79ClT-nwKDszDgR6hq4aX1OZ7h3TBBnGsKJRIccQTYcrv8v8ARAIkE0_uInw6xMht7wET8fsyxQj9bXM-vW40_YJggusf_A/s400/heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166868127238560658" border="0" /></a><br />"Little Skunk," said Cat, "I have a kiss for Little Bear. It is from his grandmother. Take it to him like a good little skunk."<br /><br />Little Skunk was glad to do that. But then he saw another little skunk.<br /><br />She was very pretty. He gave the kiss to her.<br /><br />And she gave it back.<br /><br />And he gave it back.<br /><br />And then Hen came along. "Too much kissing," she said.<br />"But this is Little Bear's kiss, from his grandmother," said Little Skunk.<br />"Indeed!" said Hen. "Who has it now."<br />Little Skunk had it. Hen got it back. She ran to Little Bear, and she gave him the kiss.<br /><br />The skunks decided to get married. They had a lovely wedding. Everyone came.<br /><br /><br />(From "A Kiss for Little Bear" by Else Holmelund Minarik)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-12038076608939322452012-01-13T10:46:00.007-06:002012-01-13T11:21:09.334-06:007 Quick Takes Friday<span style="font-weight: bold;">~One~</span><br /><br />Theo is nearly 5 months old. I am truly just getting it through me that he is here. I know that sounds crazy, but it has been that way for all my babies. It is so overwhelming and unbelievable to me, that a whole person can be created and come from me, that I can't really grasp it for months. My midwife this last birth, since it was at home, looked at all the newborn photos of my nine children I have around my room, and said, "Wow, you are really attached to the newborn period!" I have thought about it, and while that may be it (you know, the moment your arms embrace the reality of your hopes and dreams!), I also think it is because those months of each of my children's lives seem wavy to me, like an oasis, or a mirage. I am in such a state of transition, that I can't quite get reality through and through. Having these photos around helps cement in me that those times were tangible, and solid, and despite my inability to grasp it, very real.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~Two~</span><br /><br />My poor, poor body. This last pregnancy and birth, as I feared, really did some damage. I am battling a hopelessness about ever getting remotely "back" to myself. Gravity and stretch marks have had their way with me, and I haven't gotten my strength back, even yet. I "know" what to do, but have no earthly idea how to get it done. It is time to bring back "Mrs. Happy". I was in the same spot seven years ago after baby #7, and told my children I needed their assistance in putting my recovery and health first. This drawing was on my white board when I returned from a walk, by my then seven year old. She is now 15, and still my most enthusiastic fan.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_OqmqQe1RacIadDCsNO_fiBChysrx_vd7o-vZYMPV0xlGfmm3IGKFzniTjgS2U1SJWYzWebtUHRM4xDF9SDR-NukdlxfNLBaeQBYTcwsIJc6V6wu5mNLpZSPSXFY2qeV3m7XGg/s1600/mrshappy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_OqmqQe1RacIadDCsNO_fiBChysrx_vd7o-vZYMPV0xlGfmm3IGKFzniTjgS2U1SJWYzWebtUHRM4xDF9SDR-NukdlxfNLBaeQBYTcwsIJc6V6wu5mNLpZSPSXFY2qeV3m7XGg/s400/mrshappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697164252852867218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~Three~</span><br /><br />Melanie, now closing in on three years old, is still just the sweetest of the sweet. She has always, and still does, make my heart ache with her sweetness. And she is so patient, yet direct, when she needs me. She'll wait for me to finish with Theo, but she will reiterate she needs me. I am so grateful, as she makes it doable for me to know and meet her needs. I still love dressings her up like a little dolly. She likes it too.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFNRADuImRt33lVNYDWZxPtvL80UCqrvWl_baNyAu_-FgegdfRmZEPeokoJV9zRYBw15W2wNq3aL5qCy0RSrfmt9ZqdTiK9G4K1oHW__p7aFbn5pbkNMGHT-O2ckzukp2qz1ZWg/s1600/IMG_1091.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFNRADuImRt33lVNYDWZxPtvL80UCqrvWl_baNyAu_-FgegdfRmZEPeokoJV9zRYBw15W2wNq3aL5qCy0RSrfmt9ZqdTiK9G4K1oHW__p7aFbn5pbkNMGHT-O2ckzukp2qz1ZWg/s400/IMG_1091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697165076038457042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~Four~</span><br /><br />I have had far more fun than I anticipated getting clothes for Theo. I thought there was no way, after getting girl clothes for Melanie, that I would enjoy getting little boy clothes. I was wrong. The Thrift store is full of adorable, cheap little boy clothes and shoes, and I am enjoying every minute of it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~Five~</span><br /><br />My middle kids get neglected blogwise, but they are so enjoyable! The 11 year old girl is a creative genius and a warm, tender care giver. My 13 year old son is changing every day, but maintains his sweet demeanor and I can see the amazing man he is going to be. My 9 year old son is a ball of anticipation and excitement about life, and I am trying to follow his lead. And my seven year old daughter is really embracing her "middle kid" status, finally, after clinging mightily to the "little kid" position. I am so pleased she is finding her new place in the family to be to her liking!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWd2Ws8614wHQXBs1vuyYU8fenI1a1qgfEm3JsupTp3yigwmr0kaRkMHZiO3W6qpFbN0SFgx6jfSoNUBIZv0zMM5HyCczWL-dm_GV6yyV66cqDF4cy6kuBtwemoiDYUelR2Ltp-Q/s1600/IMG_1018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWd2Ws8614wHQXBs1vuyYU8fenI1a1qgfEm3JsupTp3yigwmr0kaRkMHZiO3W6qpFbN0SFgx6jfSoNUBIZv0zMM5HyCczWL-dm_GV6yyV66cqDF4cy6kuBtwemoiDYUelR2Ltp-Q/s400/IMG_1018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697165763251243346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~Six~</span><br /><br />And my big kids. The 18 year old son is at home, going to community college and holding down two jobs. He still does his chores and makes time to snuggle the little kids. He isn't as patient with the middle kids as I would like, but then he would be perfect, and that is impossible. My 17 year old daughter took a leap and cut her hair short and it is adorable. She is doing great in school and is training for track and field, and has a job. Busy, busy, but fun to watch. And the 15 year old girl, also doing well in school, and in the drama club, and busy with her very vibrant social life. This is the social butterfly girl, exuberant in so many ways. She walks around singing, she smiles and laughs often, and her enthusiasm is contagious!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~Seven~ </span><br /><br />I find it ironic that the very creatures that have caused my fatigue and huge workload are also the most inspirational people in my life to assist me in carrying out the work of my life. Isn't it rich how all is provided?<br /><br />So there we are. I am fully immersed in my life. Fully.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRtCC6Fz6WlQi-ZanQgse13v1r3slqR_rW2vph-JEmJKLn8DMA_TGzBTCo6D1Cg904TWBzb9hXh3Fx3Qnl3ICJdfOCbgs6g1JLndsorc4E6zC9pMWLgMy0jy_xEbSaKp74HUdKg/s1600/DSC03544.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRtCC6Fz6WlQi-ZanQgse13v1r3slqR_rW2vph-JEmJKLn8DMA_TGzBTCo6D1Cg904TWBzb9hXh3Fx3Qnl3ICJdfOCbgs6g1JLndsorc4E6zC9pMWLgMy0jy_xEbSaKp74HUdKg/s400/DSC03544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697166279440614146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Taken after Theo's Baptism this fall. It is the only photo of all of us taken as of yet. Must remedy that situation soon.</span><br /><br /><br />More over at <a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/">Jen's Place</a>!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-68844416815011886572011-12-23T08:31:00.007-06:002011-12-23T09:15:50.725-06:007 Quick Takes Friday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuZFplu6XrsQU3zpPfTRbO6IMUXjqN5h5mWoQ6d9qksoEvbPLTEozvyfHTXZKH3gBnp03LGgFUbd3gQzy4XsthLoCoIrWteeM36O_sDrTOfFbqzSM-Z8d5pK_1kazoENDmAt30g/s1600/IMG_1213.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuZFplu6XrsQU3zpPfTRbO6IMUXjqN5h5mWoQ6d9qksoEvbPLTEozvyfHTXZKH3gBnp03LGgFUbd3gQzy4XsthLoCoIrWteeM36O_sDrTOfFbqzSM-Z8d5pK_1kazoENDmAt30g/s400/IMG_1213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689339214648865922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The Tree has been Chosen!</span><br /><br /><br />-1-<br />Christmas prep has been relaxed, calm, fun, on pace. This has not been my experience ever as a mom, so I can not explain it. Just a Gift, I guess.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV1xoucvWcCGX2BIEa1u6T8fZKFXFY4onsxayMyCd7Jji8ZoTwDmc4kxx6sQneTfxHSVeWYxaxTWFMGPysv01PhwmpTIUixkVGJ-UlaBV_A-bc7UdI97iy1ON0jmEDN_T88FjKw/s1600/IMG_1214.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFV1xoucvWcCGX2BIEa1u6T8fZKFXFY4onsxayMyCd7Jji8ZoTwDmc4kxx6sQneTfxHSVeWYxaxTWFMGPysv01PhwmpTIUixkVGJ-UlaBV_A-bc7UdI97iy1ON0jmEDN_T88FjKw/s400/IMG_1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689338950159337122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">After the tree was up, Theo in his Bumbo, with Melanie</span><br /><br />-2-<br />I feel (finally) my strength coming back after Theo's birth. He is four months old, but now I can have a busy, active day without major exhaustion and lots of back pain. I can also get up off the floor without pushing on something and making lot o' noise. Huzzah!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9S0nFGOQHh4iQ3HVeqr6_kPp5tdYBdh9v7T5ILScAhe6LlAPEihW6vEHY1RCyyrBQ8O-ZQZyPS0Nn9q2c1_3lY6aiHhz1Ghyphenhyphen1mEvcFQ1nvYSbNof1YYiToVvlQpqdjVO2JZM6RA/s1600/IMG_1210.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9S0nFGOQHh4iQ3HVeqr6_kPp5tdYBdh9v7T5ILScAhe6LlAPEihW6vEHY1RCyyrBQ8O-ZQZyPS0Nn9q2c1_3lY6aiHhz1Ghyphenhyphen1mEvcFQ1nvYSbNof1YYiToVvlQpqdjVO2JZM6RA/s400/IMG_1210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689338506449880306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(With his older sister on his 4 monthaversary)</span><br /><br />-3-<br />Melanie has been the sweetest. Her use of language is increasing so rapidly, but there are somethings she pronounces incorrectly that I love. "I wuv my baby brudda", "Otay" "Pismass Tree" "Nit" for Nick, "dould" instead of could. SO cute, and it is going away slowly but surely, so I want to document a bit before she speaks correctly.<br /><br />-4-<br />My seven year old has recently discovered card games. It is so much fun to see her just breaking into the "big kid " world, and loving it so much.<br /><br />-5-<br />I have almost finished my Nativity Icon, and will have it blessed on the altar on Christmas. It has been such a pleasure working on this icon during Advent.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYodCrYVBEe5rITlxYm_PUyypsvuljptH8JjSCN5WLs2f2QQRcUHkkj1A5LI0fr5XF2ug8fVbIUKdntskAgOMalStqj3K2iIpHv8yRq-bbtiwBNtn1VrjixO_FSR4wIWovs4LoNg/s1600/IMG_1152.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYodCrYVBEe5rITlxYm_PUyypsvuljptH8JjSCN5WLs2f2QQRcUHkkj1A5LI0fr5XF2ug8fVbIUKdntskAgOMalStqj3K2iIpHv8yRq-bbtiwBNtn1VrjixO_FSR4wIWovs4LoNg/s400/IMG_1152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689338500149392370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The faces of the icon in progress</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMfC1T3ZEy4QKwAeNzlkTTW0_VDIH_RID8k5gpjgPIe2XC7-lXMlmUbh5J87__adUwuEVFoKBgcEdapKOy6RTwhfDoPwDyPsiLaR4f9UCFmIJtRGKzvcGlPLOHlckQFtQAh8YxOQ/s1600/IMG_1211.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMfC1T3ZEy4QKwAeNzlkTTW0_VDIH_RID8k5gpjgPIe2XC7-lXMlmUbh5J87__adUwuEVFoKBgcEdapKOy6RTwhfDoPwDyPsiLaR4f9UCFmIJtRGKzvcGlPLOHlckQFtQAh8YxOQ/s400/IMG_1211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689338501493085138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Now I just have to add the halo rings and and lettering, and this is finished!</span><br /><br />-6-<br />I am now old. This year we have had a balmy December, no snow or threat of it so far, and I am delighted. I remember when I was young I thought people who were happy about no snow were old and sad. Now I think differently.<br /><br />-7-<br />It was just a year ago, tomorrow, I found out that Theo was on his way. I kept it a secret for a week, so last Christmas I was "pondering in my heart" what was happening. This year, we have a 4 month old love and I can not imagine our family with out him!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcjLJCtH7iTOscyTu2w04JhgKfdcFt36UiZSYr5Ni8abguXk8qxP34vSFjMJsq_ex70NG52pYWmx28LkdscH8gkmCx8D5HcHYtZKdzINKDnyAHMQu6XpINfROWrt7DeK5xA6iXg/s1600/IMG_1208.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcjLJCtH7iTOscyTu2w04JhgKfdcFt36UiZSYr5Ni8abguXk8qxP34vSFjMJsq_ex70NG52pYWmx28LkdscH8gkmCx8D5HcHYtZKdzINKDnyAHMQu6XpINfROWrt7DeK5xA6iXg/s400/IMG_1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689341362518733634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(iPhone photos, so sorry for the grainy pics, but better than nothing, right?)</span><br /><br />More Quick Takes over at <a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2011/12/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-157.html">Conversion Diary</a>!<br /><br />Merry Christmas!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-71087378720109451692011-12-03T08:49:00.004-06:002011-12-03T09:36:50.032-06:00Facebook, etc.So here I am, with Theo being three months old, realizing I skipped the month of November entirely on this blog. In seven years of blogging, I don't believe this has ever happened. Admittedly, Facebook has filled in for blogging on a daily basis. Firstly, it is much easier, now that I have an iPhone, to whip out a little update with a photo. The same thing would take much longer to blog, unless I find a way to blog from my phone. Secondly, frankly, the blog world is a very different landscape than it was. It is far less of a community, and like so many other parts of society, has become corporate. Little blogs disappear, readership centers around the "famous" bloggers, who either have 5 billion comments, or closed comments. Most the popular blogs now are part of the bloggers' marketing package for their other business pursuits, which is very smart, but lacking in the community blogging once was. We hear about many of the blogging "get togethers" that contain the same famous bloggers that all know each other, while thousands of us are "spectators" now at the community. It seems to me, Facebook has replaced the "virtual" community that blogging once was. The downside is that some of my long time blog friends are not on facebook, or I haven't found them. I personally have my privacy settings set very high, and that makes me difficult to locate. I have kept my friend list small on purpose, so it is intimate, and truly full of my friends. Now, if any of you want to be on facebook with me, let me know in the comments and we'll figure out how to find each other.<br /><br />The other problem with the blog decreasing for me is that my attention span is shrinking. I think of status updates of 140 characters or less to get my point across. I miss delving into something for a paragraph or two, focusing on an idea for more than a few moments. Thus, the blog continues. The thoughts are still there, in a fractured sort of way, but I haven't allowed myself the luxury of parsing and collecting and then putting forth these thoughts. And I miss it.<br /><br />So, while Facebook has filled a gap for me, to be sure, and I am grateful for that, I want to continue blogging, but sadly, not so much as part of a community, but as a tool for me to organize my thoughts and work out ideas that rattle around in my head. <br /><br />I also plan to spend more time with my "In Real Life" community. I have been, actually, and it is good. When I have gone through the joys and sorrows of life, there isn't a big blogger response or outpouring of support. But the people in my real life? So supportive and good to me! I must make some notable exceptions (you know who you are!) of blog friends that reach out to me in "real life" ways, and you are primarily why I am unwilling to let this place go. I consider you part of my real life. <br /><br />For the random reader who comes here, and likes what they read, I so welcome you. I love "meeting" new people, or reacquainting with those who I haven't heard from in a long time. But the purpose of this blog has entirely changed through the years. I was looking for a community seven years ago, and I found it. And like so much of life, things have changed, and my blogging has changed, and my purpose for blogging has changed. <br /><br />Anyway, I intend to keep this up, trying for a weekly reflection post, and then adding in to various blog groups such as {pretty, funny, happy, real} at <a href="http://ourmothersdaughters.blogspot.com/">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a>, or & Quick Takes Friday at <a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/">Conversion Diary</a>.<br /><br />So anyway, that's where we are now. I am working on a post right now called, "Birth Story, pt. 2", which is the rest of the story, so to speak, and the effects of pregnancy and birth in the months following the physical fact. I have had ripples of "birth effect" after all nine of my births, and it is sort of like a dirty little secret. Especially since my births have been by the book, normal and fairly quick! Anyway, that post will be coming soon, and I am looking forward to finishing it. <br /><br />I also have a post in the works about the difficulty and uniqueness of my life as a mom of 9 children, with all ages and stages. Talk about feeling pulled in all directions!! <br /><br />So, hopefully this space will continue with a smaller quantity, but higher quality. Again, for daily connection, let's try to connect on Facebook. My email address is in the side bar, also.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-79244693345706305982011-10-25T15:42:00.005-06:002011-10-27T09:49:51.437-06:00{pretty, happy, funny, real}planning ahead pays off for a change. Here is my latest:<br /><br />{pretty}<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVicjUTyebmA5yB9U_xeWcRJlhOK1v7yjdv1yKXKNISsFRO5FZGFsvZDBe_vc30M-Gxn5iyDL0by3r-V9jQxzge6HLIpcJrNjgJvgK5NTCi-AkGw6o8S7VpdG7yKlzNVdeuuwNQ/s1600/DSC03626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxVicjUTyebmA5yB9U_xeWcRJlhOK1v7yjdv1yKXKNISsFRO5FZGFsvZDBe_vc30M-Gxn5iyDL0by3r-V9jQxzge6HLIpcJrNjgJvgK5NTCi-AkGw6o8S7VpdG7yKlzNVdeuuwNQ/s400/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667550893445250194" border="0" /></a> This urn and pedestal used to be up every summer, and was a focal point of my garden. I would take it down in the winter so it wouldn't fall apart. I tried to take exquisite care of it. But then a neighbor kid stepped on the pedestal and broke it. For three years it languished in the garage, waiting to get repaired. Right before Theo was born, I got the epoxy out and used it. Pedestal fixed. But, I didn't even do potted flowers this year, so it was empty in the garage all summer. But finally, after having TWO babies, I got it placed and filled, and I think it is lovely!<br /><br />{happy}<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYD54v731EHLOsSpn5dH66O7aqbjGAzGMYyDyG3AXzK5a4Vr0-E4TNeNlmdsAngBe1J8KtP_8NS7N2zYJcRW8dXTGqDfc3dRXP4hAqKsCPDAUYBlpcG2yNFoNJvMQmottAdhBBfA/s1600/DSC03662.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYD54v731EHLOsSpn5dH66O7aqbjGAzGMYyDyG3AXzK5a4Vr0-E4TNeNlmdsAngBe1J8KtP_8NS7N2zYJcRW8dXTGqDfc3dRXP4hAqKsCPDAUYBlpcG2yNFoNJvMQmottAdhBBfA/s400/DSC03662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667550896782326466" border="0" /></a><br />One of his first smiles for me. He smiles at everyone else, but for me, he wants to eat. Just this last week he has been smiling and laughing, but there isn't a camera in sight. But today, I caught one!!<br /><br />{funny}<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4t3D-RTa5EkcHj51GAsIRPFYLdZg1aWBm4f1lA4pt1SllcGTVZfOMzX93_SS1-TGzWcUGdC6KrgoXQy7wAZl9DRbvXIOgSEvobHQrvDRlxfbeGhyphenhyphenldW4ta62wfgRy4D1vkHLTg/s1600/DSC03658.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4t3D-RTa5EkcHj51GAsIRPFYLdZg1aWBm4f1lA4pt1SllcGTVZfOMzX93_SS1-TGzWcUGdC6KrgoXQy7wAZl9DRbvXIOgSEvobHQrvDRlxfbeGhyphenhyphenldW4ta62wfgRy4D1vkHLTg/s400/DSC03658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667550910200927218" border="0" /></a>I still think it is funny I have book end boys, eighteen years apart. And a very ironic part, is Theo loves his oldest brother the best. His face lights up, he smiles and gets so excited when the oldest is in the room. And of all my boys, these two resemble each other the most. I get de ja vu frequently, when Theo reminds me so much of a baby I was caring for so long ago.<br /><br />{real}<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62BP_j6PxjMKxmMYblCdjhyphenhyphenx9pf-83Co3-dPyVekLLNyovf9Y6r8JS_hxmldyIr46QXEsNDIf-ot80KtY-T-hJ5MKlnkCdVzqigveqKu24q247hSKDarhlhaNmFZH-qIQO3oMlw/s1600/DSC03632.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62BP_j6PxjMKxmMYblCdjhyphenhyphenx9pf-83Co3-dPyVekLLNyovf9Y6r8JS_hxmldyIr46QXEsNDIf-ot80KtY-T-hJ5MKlnkCdVzqigveqKu24q247hSKDarhlhaNmFZH-qIQO3oMlw/s400/DSC03632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667553618084716370" border="0" /></a><br />And here it is, our annual "Picture Tree" photo. And this year with a new addition. There was some fighting about who would hold Theo, but the biggest boy won. <br /><br />For more {p.h.f.r.}, see <a href="http://http//ourmothersdaughters.blogspot.com/">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a>!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-64670115456508357402011-09-22T07:48:00.003-06:002011-09-22T07:57:34.116-06:00{pretty, happy, funny, real}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0kWndJL63vAwQN_ZUYXEZCBBjf_9fivLwrXYVSJVk3phWE8p8NMD6KvDU_ZYggkKf0cQMh67q6XJIHASqIHBnxct8k1JQCOj7uofICDWcOg0PYYa7JZu8K-ivEn2cjpTdEh0Vw/s1600/mylap.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0kWndJL63vAwQN_ZUYXEZCBBjf_9fivLwrXYVSJVk3phWE8p8NMD6KvDU_ZYggkKf0cQMh67q6XJIHASqIHBnxct8k1JQCOj7uofICDWcOg0PYYa7JZu8K-ivEn2cjpTdEh0Vw/s400/mylap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655181584353992594" border="0" /></a><br />Since the ladies over at <a href="http://ourmothersdaughters.blogspot.com/">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a> only used one photo today, so shall I. I have had my hands full ever since Theo was born, full in the best of all possible ways, of course. But that leads to an inability to type, which leads to next to no blogs entries. But this is perfect, for today I shall share a photo which covers all the bases: it's pretty, happy, funny and real. Pretty, because Melanie is beauty. Happy, because I was sitting in my favorite chair, with Theo and Melanie on my lap, and they were so content. Funny, well, the funny part was me trying to aim my iPhone in such a way as to capture the moment, and then push the button to capture the image, all with one hand and without disturbing said precious moment. And then, real, because almost all my time is taken up with this sort of thing. Willing myself to soak up these moments when so many "duties" are calling to me, or even the desire for a hot cup of coffee, or a shower. But seriously, folks, what could be better than this?<br /><br />Visit<a href="http://ourmothersdaughters.blogspot.com/"> Like Mother, Like Daughter</a> for more {pretty, happy, funny, real}.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-51463471620028486042011-08-30T10:44:00.002-06:002011-08-30T14:30:01.832-06:00Baby and Mama Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzw48A0_UgkIL_4O_LX4TYrXkR8c7NoR_yJnY7kVYOd3V9BxPhKSyo9uBnWoL9IhcW9RfCeRwH8vDHnoo0grAEF55krEQLFhyrPNoboSydvXOhCMh_GCGs-hnAt5b-jKbgGVXDjQ/s1600/DSC03377.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzw48A0_UgkIL_4O_LX4TYrXkR8c7NoR_yJnY7kVYOd3V9BxPhKSyo9uBnWoL9IhcW9RfCeRwH8vDHnoo0grAEF55krEQLFhyrPNoboSydvXOhCMh_GCGs-hnAt5b-jKbgGVXDjQ/s400/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646748841155888082" /></a>
<br />We are all doing quite well here. My kids have started school, choir, sports, and I am totally immersing myself in baby-land; his soft skin, delicious scent, downy face and delicate little body. I have some "hired" help this time post-partum, and it has really made it possible for my home to continue in order, for me to rest, and for Theo to be the recipient of most of my time and attention as he deserves. I am so grateful to my husband for making this possible, and to my family for pulling together and chipping in, and to our friend who is working with us now to help me do all I need to do. Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-92089542559334079872011-08-23T11:41:00.008-06:002011-08-23T13:07:16.843-06:00Birth Story, Theo Edition, and First Homebirth Experience
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<br />The week prior to delivering our little Theo, I had been really terrified of giving birth. Strangely, I thought that since I had done this eight times prior, I wouldn't be so afraid. The last time I gave birth, I never really went through the terror phase. So this time caught me by surprise. As the days drug on, I became less terrified, and more incredulous. I probably would never give birth, anyway. Nothing to be afraid of. Supreme denial.
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<br />So, on August 13th, a day past my due date (the first time I had ever entered my 40th week pregnant, by the way. There are firsts even in ninths), I spent the morning looking at our busy school calendar, thinking we were going to have a heap of trouble here if I didn't have the baby pretty soon. The calendar was too full put it off much longer.
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<br />As if by magic, on hour later, I began steady contractions. They were light, but fairly close together. Seven minutes, mostly. This went on for an hour, so I called the midwife to let her know things were percolating. Instructed to call her back when the contractions got 5 minutes apart, I rested and ate a good protein meal, and drank the fresh green juice I had made the day before.
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<br />Less than an hour later, the contractions were still fairly mild, but had dropped to 4-5 minutes apart. I called the midwife back, and she decided to send the nurse out, which would take about an hour to get to my house.
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<br />As it turned out, the midwife decided to come, too, and she got here in about 30 minutes. Good thing, because by the time she got here, the contractions were much stronger and giving me very little time between to rest. Two contractions after the midwife arrived, my water broke, and then labor became like a freight train. One massive contraction after another, with no time for me to collect myself. My husband filled my tub, and I gratefully crawled in, but didn't feel very hopeful for relief, because I hadn't ever had such a rough labor before. But, the water did the trick, and I could manage the contractions better. There still was very little break between them, though, so I still felt like I was being thrashed around. I struggled with all my might to relax, let the contractions work, get out of my own way, so to speak. I felt myself descend into "labor land", where I was unaware of anyone or anything else, except my body and the contractions. I imagined a lake of calm water, with rings emanating from a tossed stone. About 3 contractions later, I felt the baby's head on the inside of my tail bone. Progress! One more contraction, and although I felt like I had turned inside out, I also felt the baby being born. Wow! One tiny push later, and I was looking at my new little son in my arms, flabergasted. My brain was still in labor land, and was trying with all its might to catch up to the reality that our Baby was here! I just couldn't believe it was all over in about 20 minutes!
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<br />Little Theodore Frederick Maximos was born at 5:13 pm, after one hour of what I call "real" labor, and 4 hours start to finish of any contractions at all. A record! He was 8lbs 11oz, and 21", very common size for my babies. He pinked up immediately, screamed heartily, and looked just as confused as I did!
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<br />After the cord stopped pulsing, my husband cut the cord, and took the baby to show his older siblings, who had stayed home during the birth (the younger ones went to Grammy's house, a few days prior). I finished with the placenta in my bed, had no extra bleeding at all. My uterus, for as old as it is, worked perfectly!!
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<br />Items of note, that I remember, but can't figure out how to weave into this story:
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<br />I remember the nurse leaving the room, and when she returned she said she had told the older three kids the baby would be born soon. Upon hearing that news, my eldest son shut his laptop, and high-tailed it out the door to head to Grammy's. He got called back by his sister a mere 5 minutes later, telling him to come back home and see his new baby brother.
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<br />I remember looking at the baby right after he was born, and looking around for my husband, and realizing he wasn't in the room. He had stepped out for a minute, and missed the birth. He heard a baby cry, and ran back in within seconds of Theo's arrival. The pace of the birth surprised everyone!
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<br />I remember the heavenly feeling of the cool cloth on my forehead and chest. My entire being was focused upon how good those cool clothes felt. They were my all, my universe for a few moments. Then the baby was born, and my focus shifted to him, miraculous newborn eyes, and his exquisite smallness.
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<br />Here we are now, settling in nicely. It is such a joy to get to know this little one!
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<br />The homebirth aspect of this experience was amazingly awesome. It did cause me some stress beforehand, both because I was afraid I wouldn't get "perfectly" ready here, and trying to keep everything ready for a few weeks. But the experience of not having to leave during a freight train labor, and then going straight to my own bed afterward, and spending our first night together here in peace and quiet and uninterrupted was so priceless!
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<br />It was strange having something "new" to do during my ninth birth, but the birth itself was picture perfect, and getting to do it at home just magnified its goodness. I am so glad I decided to do a home birth!
<br />Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-21078687420819042382011-08-21T18:24:00.000-06:002011-08-21T18:25:20.968-06:00Theo at One Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5qo7FMXalV1LzJutRxcbS2_9kR4zmO0HnJZBXjhCQI4ZyvYLrTn8-2htgo80M5td9si2oP2jWVRofL7U4_JyLnfPZOPD87PT8fXCn8aUvfkngHCmWaGlxgZyxr5A-_-0nrr_Rg/s1600/Theo.at.oneweek.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5qo7FMXalV1LzJutRxcbS2_9kR4zmO0HnJZBXjhCQI4ZyvYLrTn8-2htgo80M5td9si2oP2jWVRofL7U4_JyLnfPZOPD87PT8fXCn8aUvfkngHCmWaGlxgZyxr5A-_-0nrr_Rg/s400/Theo.at.oneweek.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643469704420406018" /></a>
<br />Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-60978459071622770522011-08-20T13:24:00.005-06:002011-08-20T15:53:32.608-06:00Quick Takes, Baby Edition!!
<br />I'll do Quick Takes a day late. As a mom of a week old baby, I feel I shall be excused.
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<br />1. What a week. Such anticipation, followed by excitement, followed by pain, exhilaration, euphoria, fatigue, fear, sweetness, disbelief, lots of gazing and more disbelief. The abundance of it all makes it challenging to wrap my mind around, really.
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<br />2. So my mom took my youngest 5 children for the week. The quiet around here was eerie. Then it was pleasant and peaceful, then it was sad. But they are all home now, and things are hopping once again.
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<br />3. I still can't believe how perfect the birth was. I will write the entire thing down as its own post, but really, picture perfect.
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<br />4. So I am really getting used to the baby's name. Lots of times after a baby is born it takes me a while to associate the name with the baby. But Theo is perfect for this baby, fits, and is easy to use. Some of the other kids call him Teddy, which is fine. We'll see what sticks, and maybe both will do.
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<br />5. I can't believe I haven't gotten photos up yet. Sorry. I have one, it isn't his best, but I will follow with more shortly.
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<br />6. Nursing is going great better than with Melanie. I am crossing my fingers that it keeps going that way!
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<br />7. I got to sleep in bed, laying down, for the first time last night since he's been born. The rest of the week I was in the recliner. It felt amazing to lay on my stomach. Oh. My. Goodness. So good.
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<br />More baby stuff to come, including more photos. It is difficult to do these things one handed.
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<br />Blessings!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-23812104057466188732011-08-13T21:51:00.000-06:002011-08-13T21:52:20.512-06:00He's Here!Theodore Frederick Maximos arrived this afternoon after a quick labor, at home, in the tub. It was perfect. He is 8lbs, 11oz, 21", and cute as anything. I'll get photos up asap. Thank you all so much for the prayers!! Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-76442117024211546842011-08-05T07:32:00.004-06:002011-08-05T08:10:37.415-06:00Quick TakesI'll give the good old quick takes a go today. <br /><br />1. I am 39 weeks pregnant now.<br /><br />2. I am 39 weeks pregnant now.<br /><br />3. I am 39 weeks pregnant now.<br /><br />4. Just a little glimpse of the inner workings of my brain at this point. I am trying to let other thoughts in every so often, but I am not very successful.<br /><br />5. I bought the DVD of Princess Bride. I watched it while I couldn't sleep last night and didn't have the "39 weeks pregnant" tape running through my head for an entire 90+ minutes. Sweet. Watching that movie is like putting on comfy jammies and drinking hot cocoa, under a warm blankie with a fluffy pillow. And I simply love Mandy Patinkin. You ever heard him sing???? Amazing. <br /><br />6. My kids start school in two weeks. And then we are in full fledged sports, choir, school and crazy mode. Did I mention I was 39 weeks pregnant?<br /><br />7. Got a pedicure and hair cut. Looking good from my head to my toes! With this in the middle:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk9i0kHV2sQj6sC8FFkHpOfUj127E0bHcjE5_-Lw5lz-Usgf3yknNnY1fjs669aYyKfHXCjvPraZXuFpLWqINJzRIsFNsL6Q3pHp6MRsoP0iWiqmi-MpCoP62-DuMOasFpis0Fg/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLk9i0kHV2sQj6sC8FFkHpOfUj127E0bHcjE5_-Lw5lz-Usgf3yknNnY1fjs669aYyKfHXCjvPraZXuFpLWqINJzRIsFNsL6Q3pHp6MRsoP0iWiqmi-MpCoP62-DuMOasFpis0Fg/s400/photo%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637370013521879266" /></a><br /><br />And there we are. 7 Quick Takes. Check out more at <a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/">Conversion Diary</a>.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9617486.post-19005474319877407762011-08-01T12:25:00.005-06:002011-08-01T13:04:20.784-06:00What is going to get me through...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNF4B4AJkdyi6CsNps5DHxjR99F81yyuWQt83WyvyrFH8EKe4k7kB1-kyrDNAbdrZJ3Jm1kJyol3cRnZQN3VUzfy__7V8sXSJ7UoJOpNwlwIA6qfIFGuqTNcqQ9oMM01oDP1XOQ/s1600/Lord+have+mercy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNF4B4AJkdyi6CsNps5DHxjR99F81yyuWQt83WyvyrFH8EKe4k7kB1-kyrDNAbdrZJ3Jm1kJyol3cRnZQN3VUzfy__7V8sXSJ7UoJOpNwlwIA6qfIFGuqTNcqQ9oMM01oDP1XOQ/s400/Lord+have+mercy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635965049710357954" /></a><br /><br />So here I am, at that distressing part of pregnancy when everything seems tentative and fuzzy. The schedule, the duties, the day, the night. Urg. I am ready and not ready to do this birth. But the reality is it doesn't matter how I feel about it, it is coming, ready or not. He is coming, our new wee lad, whom I can not imagine yet, but yearn to make real in my mind. I feel him, I know he's there. I just can not picture him yet. I am trying to make room, knowing full well room will be made with no effort on my part if I just wait. I am trying to plan my birth, knowing full well there is no planning such a thing, there is only accepting and relinquishing. Yet I feel this very strong desire to control these last weeks, knowing full well this is a time that will not be controlled. <br /><br />I want to retreat, disappear for a while, reappearing when my future is known, settled, and I am recovered and used to my "new normal". Alas, my life doesn't allow such a luxury. No, I must engage, persevere, and embrace. <br /><br />In this process, one I find very disconcerting and uncomfortable, even still, after doing it eight times previously, I am making a music play list to listen to while bringing our new man into the world. I came across "The Glories of Byzantium" CD I have, and one of the best tracks on it is Psalm 103 (102) sung in Slavonic in a beautiful female voice, with comforting male background voices, underlying humming, like an organ, except only voices. <br /><br />I was listening and looking it up in my bible so I could read along in English. I came across Psalm 102(101) first and read that. Wow. Just how I feel today:<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">Psalm 102</span><br /><br /> 1Hear my prayer, O LORD, and let my cry come unto thee.<br /><br /> 2Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily.<br /><br /> 3For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.<br /><br /> 4My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that <span style="font-weight:bold;">I forget to eat my bread</span>.<br /><br /> 5<span style="font-weight:bold;">By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.<br /></span><br /> 6I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.<br /><br /> 7<span style="font-weight:bold;">I lie awake, and am like a lonely bird upon the house top</span>.<br /><br /> 8Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.<br /><br /> 9For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.<br /><br /> 10Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.<br /><br /> 11<span style="font-weight:bold;">My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass</span>.<br /><br /> 12But thou, O LORD, shall endure for ever; and thy remembrance unto all generations.<br /><br /> 13Thou shalt arise, and have mercy upon Zion: for the time to favour her, yea, the set time, is come.<br /><br /> 14For thy servants take pleasure in her stones, and favour the dust thereof.<br /><br /> 15So the heathen shall fear the name of the LORD, and all the kings of the earth thy glory.<br /><br /> 16When the LORD shall build up Zion, he shall appear in his glory.<br /><br /> 17He will regard the prayer of the destitute, and not despise their prayer.<br /><br /> 18This shall be written for the generation to come: and the people which shall be created shall praise the LORD.<br /><br /> 19For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from heaven did the LORD behold the earth;<br /><br /> 20To hear the groaning of the prisoner; to loose those that are appointed to death;<br /><br /> 21To declare the name of the LORD in Zion, and his praise in Jerusalem;<br /><br /> 22When the people are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to serve the LORD.<br /><br /> 23He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.<br /><br /> 24I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days: thy years are throughout all generations.<br /><br /> 25Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth: and the heavens are the work of thy hands.<br /><br /> 26They shall perish, but thou shalt endure: yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed:<br /><br /> 27But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end.<br /><br /> 28The children of thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be established before thee.</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Then, and only then, did my original quest take on it's full splendor. Psalm 103 is so much more after Psalm 102. <br /><br /><br /><blockquote>Psalm 103<br /><br /> 1Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.<br /><br /> 2Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:<br /><br /> 3Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;<br /><br /> 4Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;<br /><br /> 5Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.<br /><br /> 6The LORD executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.<br /><br /> 7He made known his ways unto Moses, his acts unto the children of Israel.<br /><br /> 8The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.<br /><br /> 9He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever.<br /><br /> 10He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.<br /><br /> 11For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.<br /><br /> 12As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.<br /><br /> 13Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.<br /><br /> 14For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.<br /><br /> 15As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.<br /><br /> 16For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.<br /><br /> 17But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children's children;<br /><br /> 18To such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.<br /><br /> 19The LORD hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth over all.<br /><br /> 20Bless the LORD, ye his angels, that excel in strength, that do his commandments, hearkening unto the voice of his word.<br /><br /> 21Bless ye the LORD, all ye his hosts; ye ministers of his, that do his pleasure.<br /><br /> 22Bless the LORD, all his works in all places of his dominion: bless the LORD, O my soul.</blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWoPbE0o7-CrbTK8VyU0SAryNiZZIceL3MsPRmLSE_mtJu5nyqdnpY3VFvpxMhiczDJ6okFaaca16U6pgzlIBw4Tr7TpcHlWRLeTta15PX9mvtZWo_Cbk7lgL2YwC_-hEe1cmyUQ/s1600/psalms.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWoPbE0o7-CrbTK8VyU0SAryNiZZIceL3MsPRmLSE_mtJu5nyqdnpY3VFvpxMhiczDJ6okFaaca16U6pgzlIBw4Tr7TpcHlWRLeTta15PX9mvtZWo_Cbk7lgL2YwC_-hEe1cmyUQ/s400/psalms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635965060023262978" /></a><br /> I found them to be very, very relevant, and can see how the two of these together are perfectly placed. So now I am reading Psalm 102, followed by 103, and the world is pulled more fully into focus. Feel free to join me in these lovely, ancient petitions and praises.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06164970035946546827noreply@blogger.com5