Saturday, August 30, 2008
He was thrilled to find a kitchen and made me "spaghetti' and "chocolate chip cookies." He loves to help me cook at home. I guess I need to get him a little chef apron! One day his wife will appreciate his culinary skills! And he will appreciate being able to cook food for himself other than ramen noodles. Not that there is anything wrong with ramen noodles...I've been known to slurp a few myself...but I digress.
He was also thrilled that they had "circle cookies" a.k.a. brownie cookies with M&Ms in them! This school thing isn't half bad! He even has a little neighbor boy in his class with him!
He had to check out the reading selection before we left. He thought the little mouse on the bike and crocodile cut outs were hilarious, too!
His first day is next week. It will be a whole new world for him and a whole new world for his teachers I'm afraid! Although, there are only 4 boys in his class and like 12 girls so I'm sure there will be plenty of "mommies" to keep him in line!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
By the way, these are the other kinds of chickens we're getting...
And Barred Rock Chickens.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I have had Psalms 37:4 laid on my heart about this situation from the start. "Delight yourself in Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart." My parents delight in Him. They love our Lord and keep his precepts. They fellowship with Him together and alone. They relish their place as His children. And their heart's desire is to be close to their family and farm here in Kansas.
I believe that God answers prayers and is true to His word. I know my parents are disappointed that they wouldn't be calling in the movers but something occurred to me last night. The verse did not say..."Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you "close to but not really" the desires of your heart." See, I think it would have been frustrating for them to be 3 hours away from the location of their home. Yes, they would have been closer and could have visited more but they would not have been HOME. We have all been praying that they would move HOME. So in essence, if Dad had been hired, God's promise would not have come to fruition. He doesn't do things half-way or sort of close. He does things all the way--for our good. So now we wait. And did I mention I'm impatient?! But I rest in the knowledge that God has a plan for our family's future and he WILL give them the desire of their heart. It is just a matter of when...
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I am mortified at the very thought of running in front of anyone. It could be the slight complex I have about having big boobs. It could be the fact that I have to strap those babies in so tight that it defeats the purpose of exercising because I will pass out from lack of oxygen from multiple sports bras that constrict my lung capacity to about 50 percent. It could also be the fact that my face turns RED from my body's amazing lack of ability to sweat. I really don't want to go to the gym only to pass out because of lack of oxygen and have someone call 911 and make the paramedics come so they can cut the sports bra(s) off of the passed out woman with the tomato red face. It is not a pretty picture in my head. So, there, I've confessed to the world one of my worst fears.
That being said, I've got myself into this running mess and I've got to save face by training my way out of it. Good thing I have a treadmill in the basement. I've also discovered that I like to run after dark...it's so, you know, dark and it is hard to see what color my face is in the dark.
The other thing that motivates me is a challenge. As a SAHM, there aren't many opportunities to set a high goal and reach for it. Sure, you can challenge yourself to actually FINISH the laundry... but the day to day stuff doesn't really count to me. Every now and then I need something else to think about.
I ran in this race once before. It was after baby number 2 and I was in need of motivation at that time, too. I didn't ever run the actual race roads until race day which was a major mistake because I didn't realize that there is a HUGE hill at the last 1/2 mile of the race. We are talking a mountain of a hill. Whoever chose the route for this race liked torture or maybe "he" thought that 2 miles was too easy and we runners needed a challenge. Whatever the reason, I might hate him, whoever he is.I have to admit, it feels good to finish and ultimately that is the only reason I would put myself out there and do something so crazy. Last time Doc was my cheerleader and this time I want to
be my sister's cheerleader. Besides that, see the picture of me and Doc, that was about an hour after the race and my tomato face was ALMOST back to normal already!
By the way, my Dad ran a marathon a couple of days before my 2nd baby was born. (How many grandpas can say that!) I guess I didn't inherit the running gene from him. Wish I could switch that gene out for the hairy arms gene that came from that side of the family! But what do you do?
I'll tell you what I plan to do...wax and run, baby, wax and run.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Red velvet won our taste test for most delicious. However, I think the judges may have been a little swayed by the divine cream cheese frosting that topped the little darling. YUM!
We also treated ourselves to some little souvenirs. They sell the CUTEST tee shirts there! Mom's says "Sweet," Lou-Lou's say "Miss Cupcakes," Ladybug's says "Baby Cakes" and mine is the "Peace, Love and Cupcakes" shirt. I love tee shirts!
However, Ladybug was a bit miffed that she doesn't have any teeth yet. She CLEARLY wanted to taste them.
Monday, August 18, 2008
And because I am a good mother, I made him do the only civilized thing...
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
1. Trophyish(is that a word?) You know what I mean...a doctor could marry anyone...I mean he makes bank, right?
2. Materialistic. Doctors are busy and their wives need something to do while they make ALL that money, right? What could be a better "job" than shopping.
3. Stuck upish. She might think she's just a little bit better than the average woman because of her better than average catch of a man.
4. Lives a life of leisure. With her pampered life, she must have plenty of time to get pedicures, facials, lipo, botox....oh yes, and shop some more.
5. Generous in charitable donations but not necessarily her time. And if she gives her time, it is most likely symbolic, not real roll-up your sleeves type of volunteering.
6. Probably grew up in well-to-do situation. After all, those charm classes come in handy for schmoozing all those important people she and her husband come into contact with. And she must fit in with the country clubbers, right?
Now, lets look at me...
1. (Trophyish) Ok...so let's face it, this one sort of fits me...JUST KIDDING. I mean, I guess I have my positives but most of them are not physical. Especially after having 4 children in 6 years. Pregnancy, breastfeeding and general parenting will whip the "the trophy" right out of anyone.
2. (Materialistic) While I like nice things, I would not say I'm materialistic. I love to shop but seldom buy. I am more interested in a day out at the mall just to get out of my house. However, Doc, is a "gifty" person. He loves giving me gifts but I think I have sucked the joy out of it because I would rather have his TIME than his gifts. When we first we're married, he expected me to be over the moon about gifts but honestly, I look at them and see a block of time that he worked that he could have been home instead of earning money to buy me something. Although, I'm not complaining mind you. I mean what kind of crazy woman doesn't like gifts from her hubby!
3. (Snobby) I "pride" myself in being unsnobby. I think that I have been blessed beyond what I deserve and my life isn't a result of me being a better person than the next gal. It is a direct result of God's blessing and my parents constant covering over me with prayer as I grew up. And I have to add here that good decisions didn't hurt my cause either. Besides that, I look at it as a complete waste of time to get all dolled up to pretend that I have it more together than my fellow Wal-Mart shoppers.
4. (Leisurely Life) Let's see, is there any mother of 4 on this earth that lives a life of leisure? (Unless, she has a "staff") However, I will not deny that lipo or maybe a breast lift may be part of my future but not because I'm bored or have time to kill. I just want my parts to be back where God put them to begin with. Besides that...for me to be leisurely, I have to find a babysitter and plan ahead and make sure there is a lengthy list of directions and emergency contact info and sometimes it is too much work for 2 hours of freedom.
5. (Volunteering vs. Contributions) While we do donate to charitable causes, I like to be involved. However, I discovered that when people know who I am, they have preconceived notions about what I bring to the table...namely they think I come with a big check and lots of contacts with big checkbooks. That is not necessarily the case. I think this is disappointing to some. The other thing they do is use me to legitimize their cause...for example, "This is Doctor's Wife and she has been involved with our organization for a while now." I found that I am not just myself in the world of volunteerism...I am a symbol. I am THE DOCTOR'S WIFE. I just can't stand that I am more valuable because of who I am married to than for the things I bring to the table for their organization.
6. (Rich Kid) My background, while happy, was not privileged. It was happy ignorance. I LIKED mac n' cheese. I didn't know that a box of it was 39 cents and that is why my mom made it. We didn't go on fancy vacations...we went to grandma's house. And the Country Club? Not hardly.
See, I'm just an average Jane that ended up marrying a guys who happened to find his calling in an exam room. No more, no less. I do, however, delight in the occasional overheard conversation in our small town Wal-Mart...
Person 1: Did you see that lady with all the kids.
Person 2: Yes.
Person 1: That's Doctor's wife.
Person 2: REALLY? She's not what I expected.
I take that as a compliment. It means I'm different and UNCONVENTIONAL.
Monday, August 11, 2008
During this particular bathroom stop I found myself in an upscale Hardee's restaurant (which I know may seem like a impossibility but it was in the "Biltmore Village" in North Carolina). Anyway, I let the kids go to the bathroom before me and as I was helping the boy wash his hands a buxom, southern lady skipped ahead of me in line and used the empty stall. After she was done, I went in the stall and closed the door behind me only to discover that she had peed all over the toilet seat. Now, put yourself in my situation...she is now brushing her teeth and bossing the tweedles around on the other side of the stall door. Do I say something? What would I even say? Is it worth embarrassing her? Would I be teaching my children to disrespect their elders by my actions? As I stood there, debating the positives and negatives of actually saying something, she finished brushing her teeth and left and the moment was gone. So, here is what I should have said...
"Excuse me ma'am. Are you aware that you peed all over the toilet seat as a result of your attempt to stand and pee? I can respect the fact that public restrooms are a scary place full of germs but by hovering you are perpetuating the problem. You see, if all hoverers would sit and pee like God intended then in there wouldn't be much pee on the seat to begin with. As a result, no one would need to hover to avoid pee on the seat. See how that works? And if you are scared of coming into contact with the toilet in general then perhaps you should consider the barrier method. I'm sure you can find some of those paper toilet seat covers online and carry them in your purse. Not good enough? Perhaps you've heard of Clorox wipes and lysol (I have seen them both in travel sizes.) Now, you may argue that I should just hover over your mess and it wouldn't be a problem. You are right. Not a problem for me but what about my tweedle who is three and not tall enough to hover yet? Or someone who does not have quad muscles as stellar as mine. Or handicapped people. Or someone who has to (God forbid) poop in the toilet. You, madam, are not the only one with concerns about the cleanliness of public restrooms and the rest of us have to deal with the repercussions of your hovering. If you want to pee without touching a toilet, perhaps you should find a large bush or a nice grove of trees.
P.S. If you continue to hover and pee on the seat, the least you could do is clean up after yourself so that I can pretend that I'm using a relatively clean toilet."
Now, if you are a hoverer, I'm sorry if I offended you. But I speak the truth in love. It's about time someone said something.
Here is my story in a nutshell...
Once upon a time, there was a college student who met a med student and fell madly and unexpectedly in love. The med student graduated from Med School and the two got married and honeymooned in Mexico. Then, just days after they returned from their honeymoon, they promptly moved a thousand miles away from everything they knew (to Indiana) where the med student became a resident doctor and the college student settled into life as a wife. The resident and the wife added a baby girl to the mix the last year of residency. Then, the resident became a full fledged doctor and the three moved closer to home (where there were a two Grammys, a Papa and a Pop and lots of aunts, uncles and cousins for the little girl to enjoy.) They moved into a giant, old house which called out to the wife/mother's very soul for help and restoration and then sucked the life out of her and the doc for 5 years until it was finished. Also during that time, the doc and the wife/mother also added three more kids to their family which also sucked the life out of her but in a very different way. After finishing the house restoration and acquiring a permanent solution for birth control, the sucking has ceased in all areas and a new phase of life has begun for the "unconventional doctor's wife."