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predictable chaos

It may seem that I’ve been postless this past week or so; in actuality my draft pages are full of thoughts that aren’t fully conceptualized. And they’re deep. So, rather than have a reader wade through muddy waters, I’m just going to let them simmer a bit. It’s been a very introspective week and so I’m trying to prevent you from inundating the blog with ramblings.

Instead, I’ll inundate you with obscure and insignificant [to you] happenings with my children. 
Henry – 35 months
My boy is wicked smart. Not to brag or anything. But we’ve been going through all kinds of evaluations and screenings for the possibility of pre-school, and he’s always well complimented at his understanding of things. They probably say that to every mom, so it’s my recommendation that if you have a bad day, go to a preschool screening. They’ll lift your Good Mom ego. 
His favorite things to do right now: running (“M, let’s go running!! I run fast!”) and pulling – as in wagons. Anything rope or chain-like will somehow be adhered to anything mobile, such as a toy car or scooter, to be pulled. 
He’s starting to understand emotions better. We used to think that “happy” was tied to the act of crying, but I think we’ve finally convinced him that babies cry when they’re hungry or tired. He’s very good at picking out when someone’s being silly, though. “Silly mommy!” he’ll say. Adorable. 
He loves his sisters. He loves Baby C when she’s lounging about; he’ll snuggle up real close. We’re starting to have some very important conversations about personal space and boundaries, of which he knows and respects none of. 
He also loves Miss M, but mostly only when she does what he says. He has learned to try to ask nicely, which translates to him as = high pitched voice. Then he’ll talk to her like we do, “come on, sweetie.” My heart melts every time. 
Miss M – 19.5 months
Her vocabulary is huge! What a vernacular. Words she says frequently – more, milk, water, diaper, daddy, doggy, here you go, thank you, this one?, sock, shoe, up, no, yogurt, grape, cheese, stuck, snack, (really, anything that ends with a -ck), hat, teeth, brush. 
Beyond expressive vocabulary, she understands 75% of what we tell her. Maybe more, I just didn’t want to sound all braggy-braggy. When we ask her to do things (get a towel, put it back, take to daddy, throw it away) she knows exactly what to do and where to find the needed tools. One day she spilled water in the bedroom and she went downstairs to the kitchen to get a towel from the oven and bring it back. It took her quite a while, but she was successful. Another time I was trying to convince H that he needed socks before putting on shoes but he didn’t want to make the trek up to get them and suggested instead that “M do it.” Later I go up to retrieve said socks and there is M, trying to open his sock drawer. She even got the right drawer! 
M continues to be our singer, frequently breaking into song while in the car. Her other favorite car time activity is sleeping. We can be making a 3 minute drive to the store and she’ll fall asleep. It’s simply amazing. 
She has a huge love for her dolls, one in particular, and enjoys feeding them bottles or her own sippy cups. She also will drive them around in the toy stroller, try to change their diapers (using Baby C’s diapers and wipes) and wrap them in blankets (Baby C’s burp cloths). 
Baby C – 11 weeks
My biggest baby by far! Last week we went to the doctor – she weighed in at over 12 pounds, landing in the 95th percentile for weight. I don’t recall the length (it’s written down, don’t worry), but it and head circumference are both in the 75th percentile. 
She’s sleeping much more consistently, only getting up around 2am to eat and then again around 6 or 7. This schedule is much more conducive to sleeping. She’s also napping well for both the sitter and myself. She still likes the swaddle but has decided against the binky for a good deep sleep (if held in the arms she prefers it though). 
She’s smiling and cooing, and H loves it when she is verbally expressive around him. “She’s talkin’!” he says. Then he’ll start conversation. “How you doing, C? Have you had a good day?”
So, that’s the action in this house. We’ve settled into a nice pattern of controlled chaos. I started back to work last week, working in the mornings from home and taking them to a sitter’s house across the street. So far it’s working out splendidly. We like her and the kids don’t even mind me leaving and letting me out the door without a holler. However, I’ve been taking their breakfast with us, so sitting down to a pumpkin muffin probably does help soothe the transition. 
We’re liking the community, though I don’t get to see much of it. We’ve found a church that we’re committing to an extended time of trying out for a fit and doing a small group with them this fall to see how we might mesh with the larger community. I’m hoping that provides new avenues to relationships around here. 
That’s life for us at the moment, at least in the most brief of notes. 

guess who won’t get re-elected

I’ve written before that parenthood offers a new perspective on life, such as God’s love. Today I’ve decided that being a mommy echos that of a politician. Why, you ask?

Mutiny
It’s fun to blog about all the small joys of parenthood – the funny things kids say, the way they explore the world and offer creativity and new perspective. The giggles, the playfulness. And we’re good at complaining about late nights, tempter tantrums and expensive diapers. And stories of going to the grocery.  But we say little about how exhausting it is to be in charge all the time and come off seeming like the bad guy. And when you have 2 close in age, often in cahoots, it seems you’re always redirecting to an activity a bit less hazardous or refereeing over stolen toys. No matter how much you allow them to direct themselves in play and conflict resolution, it seems they always want a 3rd party opinion. 
So during a recent non-existent nap time, I decided that perhaps we need to give our elected officials a bit of a break. Much like parenting, I’m sure their goal really is the greater good. But with that comes asking citizens to do things they don’t like to do. Like clean up their messes. Authorities are often caught in the middle of differing interests, both of which are quite valid. And there’s just not enough time or money to do what everyone wants to do, all the time. 
Some try to govern and keep peace, and then there are those who think they have a better idea. And the “better idea” rarely has anything to do with looking at it from all angles. Yes, perhaps the peacekeeper does have an agenda: sanity. A large group of relatively happy, healthy, well-adjusted citizens. So next time we’re griping about the state of the nation, I’ll have a few thoughts. 

  • Yes, it may seem as if the younger one gets what she wants at the expense of the older one, simply because we can ask more of him. That’s part of being the oldest. You’ve got a better chance of being a CEO or President because of it. 
  • Sometimes you have to take care of disagreements yourself because others are busy TRYING TO PUT THE BABY TO SLEEP FOR THE 11TH TIME. 
  • Even when you ask and use your nice words, others might simply not want to do what you’re doing because you have differing interests. This is allowed, so please don’t throw a fit when everyone isn’t doing what you find most stimulating and rewarding. 
  • You are able – even encouraged – to find solutions all by yourself. Need more milk? Go find the cup. Ready for a new activity? Look in the toy box. Change begins with you, my friend. 
I wonder about my ability to run a household of 5, let alone an entire community or country, of thousands. Hats off to you, my public official friends. The office is all yours

dig in

At the end of the day, one of measuring sticks of a good day is the fact that my family ate and slept well. I feel that life is best enjoyed when you’re physically feeling good, so I do everything I can to help my kids in that way. Then they can play hard, their minds are ready to see new opportunities for adventure. For the past several weeks, since we’ve settled in from the move and I’ve been on maternity leave, it’s been very easy to establish a pattern for making sure dinner is on the table and ready to be enjoyed. I’ve actually enjoyed this part of my day and feel a sense of pride at doing it well.
Yesterday, I just didn’t feel like it.
Blame it on the rain (yeah, yeah). Blame it on the Mondays. Blame it on the whiney children and the infant getting into new sleep patterns. But whatever be the case, I was done with yesterday by 11:30am with no intentions of wanting to restart. Thank goodness the kids were overdue to have a long nap and obliged.
But we still needed something to eat for dinner. We had the innerds of potatoes, leftover from the skins we made for game night on Saturday (the best part of the game, I must say), so I told myself to use them up in some form of mashed potato. So I “fried” some chicken a la my mom, which is actually browning it and putting it in the oven. Then I attempted some gravy. The potatoes were lumpy, the gravy too thick, but it was filling and wholesome. Mission accomplished.
I started thinking how often faith is like dinner. Sometimes you have to dig in because you need to eat. Faith is easy at the extremes – when prayers are answered or when life seems to be falling apart. That’s when we know where to look. But for those times that simply “blah”, we’re tempted to sit around and sulk and then order in. The good and the bad aren’t there to propel us into action so we become spiritually sedentary. 
Sometimes we don’t feel like being faithful. But that’s the work of faith; living outside of our feelings at times. Not that we can’t take a break from normal routines; not that sometimes faith calls for us to change things up. I’m not saying that if you fail to open the Bible one morning that you’re stumbling in your faith. But it’s much like love; some days we just don’t feel like doing the loving thing; selfishness is easier and appears to meet our needs at the moment. But love is about much more than how I feel at a given moment in time. At least, if I want the love to last, it is.
I’m all for creating space;  I understand the need for refueling. But sometimes the thing that will fill your tank is to dig in and do what you don’t want to do.

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