Category: just me

Domestic Me

(cue music) “Watch this is so fun to see. Oh… despicable me…”

Well, maybe not despicable, but certainly domestical me. =) Alright, alright… just “domestic me”.

When Rachael was 11 months old I “retired” from the working world and became a homemaker, housewife, and wonderfully unemployed me. Beginning my second trimester of Abi-pregnancy goodness and keeping track of my 11 month old at the time was a whole new challenge. It’s been a learning curve as we’ve gone through different stages and new challenges have arisen throughout the past two years. There have been moments of tears and moments of great triumph in mastering a regular order to the house and intentionally offering myself to my kids. Matt has been more than generous in lending a hand to keep things going during the “newborn: will we even get sleep again?” phase, the Abi-crying phase, and the various challenges in balancing life and kids. I could not have asked for a greater teammate at life.

With increased balance and mastery of the house/child rearing, I have taken on a few “projects” of my own. I am finding the utter delight in mastering and contributing to my family through my “projects”. The laundry/cleaning was one of my projects – finding that attainable balance of daily contribution and preventing the utter pile-up.

 – multi-tasking –

Homeschooling is one of my projects. And while it certainly will become a necessity in educating the kids, right now it is such a fun research, curriculum writing adventure of being intentional to instill Christ (to the best of my ability) in my kids. Christ is the one who takes up residence in somone’s heart, but I sure can be intentional about watering and planting.

And then there’s my very recent project: diapering. My sister in law, Ellen, was wonderfully kind to allow me the borrowed use of my nephew’s old cloth diapers. Now while cloth diapering may sound ridiculous to some, disposable diapers are quite expensive and for an investment upfront (which thanks to Ellen was near nothing for us this far), you can diaper and re-diaper for “free”. “Free” includes the regular price of laundry soap (really it’s about a load or two more per week since the diapers can go through with your regular laundry). I’m trying out cloth diapering after Abi’s repetitive rashes, highly irritable skin, and the luxury of being available to tend to her diaper needs promptly if need be. But thus far, count me in that crazy bracket. =)

It’s all about trying to do better with what you are responsible to do. Christ has given me the wonderful chance to serve Him through my family and I have to say… it really is a blessing.

Thanks, dear blog, for letting me share a slice of my domestic life here.

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How It’s Been Lately

Posts have been a little slow lately (I know my reader(s) are hungry for my constant news… NOT!).
Between homeschool and watching a little boy (2 y/o) now during the days there has been minimal time to breathe around here. (My last day watching him was today). We just got off of a Discipleship Now weekend with the youth group. I think all enjoyed it. And now comes the usual exhaustion of a completed busy weekend.

I’ve found myself some time to reflect amid prepping the “new family member” room as we are finishing our last few pieces of adoption paperwork. While I feel like the phrase, “finishing our last few pieces of paperwork” is a lie, it feels nice to say likewise. =) There’s always just one more. But that paper takes on another meaning when it brings you that much closer to your new family member.

We did our child survey, identifying all the traits we would or would nit consider tonight. Matt joked that filling out the paperwork during Sunday Night football may have been a mistake.
Me: “Will we consider a child who has been convicted of murder?”
Matt: “YEAH!!! GO, GO, GO!!!!”
Me: “Will we consider a child with the characteristics of honesty?”
Matt: “Man!!! No way!!! What was that?!?!”

=)

I’m looking forward to spending an evening out of the house with no kids (say what?!) with Amanda tomorrow night. I feel like it’s been dark ages since we’ve sat down. And a good cup of hot chocolate at a bookstore is in order for sure. Don’t you love how a good Christ-centered conversation leaves you marveling at how quickly the time has passed?

Matt’s playing some war video game. I’m sure he loves that I keep asking questions during his relaxing time blowing up of “the enemy forces”. It’s a boy thing, I tell myself. Girls aren’t supposed to understand. 😉

So that’s how it’s been lately. A little busy, with laundry on the side. And the joy of lazy Sunday afternoon naps and good husband-snuggles during this wonderful football season. 

Looking forward to returning to a less-busy schedule (after the photo shoot, vet appointment, house-cleanup, and girls night out scheduled for tomorrow of course-hehe).

Some errands left to before our final safety audit in this adoption process (lock box, smoke detectors, and a convertible car seat to buy). I’m putting primer paint on my Christmas list. I figure I’ll try to get that room painted white and then when we meet/make the matching conference on a child we can ask them what color they’d like their room. Just trying to think of ways to make the room theirs and make them feel welcome.

sigh… alright, that’s all for tonight. Thanks for reading my randoms. =)

Happy Sunday night to all!

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Who’s control is in Control?

You know, I just wanted to take a moment to bring up the interesting conversation/battle of birth control into the topic ring.

I have many times heard the birth control method argued by Christians to be “responsible” and “enabling you to control when you have a kid to best care for the child.” I have also heard the conservative approach, and even “excessively” conservative approach argued that “we’ll take whatever the Lord gives us.”

I find this conversation interesting in terms of the Duggar’s new announcement that they are pregnant with their 20th child. So many feel challenged by that information and often throw in their two cents of, “those people are ridiculous” judgement. I could easily find myself in that camp when my kids are obnoxious. I could also find myself in the “test of faith” camp wondering how many other feminist thoughts we are going to try to justify by the Word because the thought of not controlling our family feels uncomfortable and we want to feel justified with our level of control.

Matt and I have had this conversation many times and probably will continue to have this conversation as we continue to surrender our family to the Lord. I agree with him that birth control, whether it be abstaining during your ovulation cycle or a non-abort-effasive method, in many instances can be very responsible. I think it can also be very wrong. I think it boils down to the heart, which is what the Word seems to bring me back to.

Am I saying, “no, I don’t want You plan over my own,” to the very one I call Lord? Am I saying, “it’s not convenient,” and viewing children as the “burden” that first began the feminist movement of birth control? Is my heart in line with what God says about kids? Is my mind with Christ’s on valuing and delighting in children? And does not being on birth control really mean that I’m going to end up with 30 kids? What about Hannah? Or those in the Bible that were barren? Or those in the Bible that only had a handful of kids?

Or am I using my “faith” in God’s plan as a cop-out? Am I being irresponsible in ignoring the things we so clearly know about women’s bodies and how and when contraception is at it’s most harvest-filled time? Am I being selfish in wanting a particular number of kids and controlling in being non-controlling?

The battle is in the heart. And the surrender, on either side of the argument, is in the heart. But what I do know is that God calls us to self-sacrifice. His Will in exchange for our will. And His Will stretches us and is not comfortable because it defies our fleshly nature. His Will challenges and grows us. And while we can still be Christians and still be controlling, I just know one thing… the Judge looks at the heart to determine who is and who is not sacrificing in worship and evidence of their faith.

Paul states it this way in the Word, that all things are permissible for us, but not all things are good (or beneficial). It is important to weigh out the consequences of either side of this “birth control” argument and surrender our families fully to the Lord. For He even said, “Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say?” (Luke 6:46).

We need to be certain His motives are ours in all things, the make-up of our family included.

– to God be the Glory.

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More of Jesus

You know, I was thinking today about what it will be like to be nearest to Jesus. I can’t possibly fathom what it will be like to see Him for the first time. And quiet honestly, just thinking about it makes me miss Him so much.

Do you get like that? Where you think about how awesome Jesus is and just want to find yourself wrapped up in His arms? It’s not that your family isn’t wonderful. You’re not in some pity-me moment. And it’s not a self-loathing moment either. Your day is good, maybe even great, and you just miss Jesus. He hasn’t gone anywhere, but something deep inside… something that can’t be satisfied just wants to run into His arms.

Something inside you wants to stay in His arms and catch up on the ‘remember when’s of this journey. You just want to snuggle in deep and hear Him breathing. You just want to feel His embrace – you know that has to feel amazing.

God is no less real on this side of the New Jerusalem. God is no less present and no less enough than He is. The I AM is still the I AM. And there are days that I wish I could just hug Him. No one has been closer to me than Jesus. And no one ever will be.

The closest thing I can think of how my face will be is comparable to this little girl’s face when she looks up from her classroom work to see her Daddy standing there, newly returned home from the war.

http://www.godvine.com/Daddy-Gives-his-Daughter-a-Heartwarming-Surprise-at-School-764.html

With tears in my eyes I can say that yes… Jesus is well worth it.

-Keeping my eyes on the Prize.

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I wanna be a part of it…

So there’s a part of me that is a traveler at heart. You see those gorgeous landscapes and something inside says, “Beam me up Scotti!” And there’s something attractive about the city. No it’s not the pollution, crazy traffic, violence or foul language that stirs that little place in my heart (surprising?). It’s the glamorized tourist inside me that says, “Maybe some day…”

O the fun of traveling about in a confused tourist bubble, hoping you don’t stand out too bad. I guess in my traveler’s heart I never really care to look like a native. I just want to see the tall buildings, taste the cut little Mom and Pop shop bagels, and take a picture of the monument nearby. Just enjoy the simple things in the world of reading signs and learning new stuff.

And while the gorgeous sandy beach with the crystal clear water sounds so amazing and looks exquisite in those panoramic shots the fact is that Matt and I burn quite easily so the sunblock expense alone is enough for us to look around for a nearby city. Hehe. Maybe I’m a city girl at heart? Eh, I’m not so sure. Don’t think that the over-stressed pressure of being in a non-sleeping place is all that desirable – especially for this Mom who hopes to sleep through the night on a regular basis when, say, the kids move out to college. But walking about in a city during the day, riding the subway, checking out all the cute little shops as you walk by their front windows…

There’s a little shopping center around the Dayton area called ‘The Greene.’ It’s a high-end outdoor mall that’s designed to look like 3 or 4 city blocks. The perfectly swept roads, charity-only parking meters, cute little store fronts, wind whipping around the building corners, and a little ‘fountain square’ type meeting point make this little shopping area a cute little city in itself. Maybe I’m in love with those Frank Sinatra-ish movie era cities. A Roman Holiday. Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

But whatever it is a little part of me thinks of vacationing in a city and then returning to “the quiet life” in our little suburb home.

White picket fence? Having my cake and eating it too?

You better believe it.

Alrighty, back to the real world. =)

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