Last week

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Last week was a week that had many parts I would like to forget but my checkbook will always remember. I felt a little bit emotionally drained from it all and considered getting a job that paid real money (not the fake stuff my kids give me) for a brief second.

There were definitely highlights from the last week but we did our fair share of battling bad attitudes (mine included) and colds (we’ve been treating them like crazy the natural way and so far no one seems to feel bad but there is a lingering mild cough that makes me feel like I am raising a bunch of chain smokers).

Anyway, here is a run down of our week in pictures.

We went to church and this little lady decided she needed to hang out with mom instead of be in the nursery.

We went to church and this little lady decided she needed to hang out with mom instead of be in the nursery.

We dropped off the ladies and had a dudes afternoon at the ball park to celebrate Cooper's fifth birthday party.

We dropped off the ladies and had a dudes (+mom) afternoon at the ball park to celebrate Cooper’s fifth birthday.

I dropped some serious coin on some all-weather tires at Sam's Club.

I dropped some serious coin on some all-weather tires at Sam’s Club Monday morning.

Then I made a horrible pile of mush that was only redeemed by feeding the kids PB&Js while I went to the store and bought smoked salmon and specialty cheeses for Garrett and I to eat after the little people went to bed.

Then I made a horrible pile of mush that was only redeemed by feeding the kids PB&Js while I went to The Fresh Market (where you walk in and feel rich and leave feeling poor) and bought smoked salmon and specialty cheeses for Garrett and I to eat after the little people went to bed.

By Thursday we had perked up enough to meet some friends for some jump time at the trampoline park (I had a free jump and the main desk lady accidentally hit the wrong button and processed all our kids as free - she said it was her treat to my sweet family:-) ).

By Thursday we had perked up enough to meet some friends for some jump time at the trampoline park (I had a free jump and the main desk lady accidentally hit the wrong button and processed all our kids as free – she said it was her treat to my sweet family:-) ).

Friday we hung out with friends at the splash pad and this little lady discovered the joys of toilet paper.

Friday we hung out with friends at the splash pad and this little lady discovered the joys of toilet paper.

Saturday redeemed itself (especially after I paid the bill for our garage door repair).

Saturday redeemed itself (especially after I paid the large bill for our garage door repair).

Yesterday I snapped this lovely pic of me in the restroom at church - 26 weeks!

Yesterday I snapped this lovely pic of me in the restroom at church – 26 weeks!

Then we came home to find that one of our children who shall remain nameless unplugged (not on purpose) our deep freeze and we lost several hundreds of dollars worth of food. I cried a little over the 10 free range, organic chickens I had bought from my friend's dad that never saw the inside of my slow cooker or oven. And for the bacon. I always morn the loss of my Wallace Farms meats. It was a sad day indeed.

Then we came home to find that one of our children who shall remain nameless unplugged (not on purpose) our deep freeze and we lost several hundreds of dollars worth of food. I cried a little over the 10 free range, organic chickens I had bought from my friend’s dad that never saw the inside of my slow cooker or oven. And for the bacon. And brats. And summer sausage. I mourned the loss of all my Wallace Farms meats. It was a sad, sad day.

Cats

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I’ve been reading waaaaaaay too much about Cecil the lion the past few days. I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time getting angry at people for their words said surrounding all this. Seriously, I’m sorry for being angry and having hate in my heart.

The thing is, I just don’t get it.

I get that this lion was lured (most likely unethically and illegally) and was killed in a pretty gruesome fashion. It’s sad that someone made it their mission to kill this big ball of fur-love.

But what I see when looking at social media is a hate for a dentist who killed a lion equal to the hate of a police officer who killed an unarmed being. Do you see the difference? One is a human and one is a wild animal.

That really doesn’t even touch what upsets me the most. It disturbs me that celebrities cry over a dead lion but can’t muster up a single word about other BIG issues that are actually about human beings. Just in the news there were two big celebrities coming at Costco for their egg production. Because chickens matter. Like really matter. Like news worthy matter.

There are millions of unborn human beings (and I think we can at least call them that if we are harvesting their tissues for who knows what for human purposes) being killed and dismembered. There are 3.1 million children under the age of five dying from the effects of malnutrition (they can’t fight off simple disease or preventable disease).  There are people in our own towns who go hungry and are truly homeless. Yet we cry with disgust, outrage, hatred, threats over a lion. But we don’t seem to shed a tear over the truly helpless of this world.

We live in a world where the voiceless animals have more voice than the helpless children of this world. That breaks my heart.

I know I could be doing more and should be doing more to create a voice and to help the innocent. My heart breaks for the those children, those people who we (and yes, I am talking about myself as well) should be taking a stand and fighting for.

http://www.compassion.com
http://thewaterproject.org
http://www.missionofhopecr.org
http://www.hacap.org

Psalm 139: 13-16

For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.

Matthew 19:13-14

Then some children were brought to Him so that He might lay His hands on them and pray; and the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, “Let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Matthew 25:40

The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

At the grocery store

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This morning I took all five of my kids (by myself) to the grocery store. I was stopped within the first five minutes by an older couple asking if all the children were mine. I said yes with a smile and they replied that our family was beautiful and God bless. Not too long after that an older man inquired about all the kids being mine. I replied yes and as he walked away he said, “Good luck when they are all teenagers.”

I know what he said was just to poke a little fun at how full my hands seemed now and how over flowingly full they will be in the years come. Believe me, it terrifies me to think how much harder parenting the heart issues are than parenting the behavioral issues.

BUT, I wish I could have responded that when my husband and I decided to have (what the world deems as a lot of) children, we were not just having them for the chunky, squishy, adorable part but we knew that the road would be long and probably painful and most definitely tiring. But we also knew that children are in fact gifts from God and we wanted a large(ish) family because we knew it would be full of love, laughter, learning, fighting, time outs, discipline, heartache, and tears.

The best gifts in life are usually the ones that take the most out of us. Each day we are trying (although far, far from perfect) to pour the love of God into those little beings. We pray hard for them each day. We want them to be productive and respectful and kind and compassionate teenagers (and of course, adults). We want them to love God above everything else. We want for them to be faithful. We pray big prayers for them because we have a God who can do big things.

While I might complain that the day are really stinking long sometimes, these precious gifts are never anything less than gifts from God above. We love children. We have our work cut out for us. But you know what, I’m already praying for those days because they will be here before I know it.

REAL mom Wednesday

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*You have to remind your kids not to lick the ketchup bottle or salt shaker at restaurants.

I seriously am in awe of some of the things my kids are willing to lick. I can’t count the number of times we’ve had to tell a server about a ketchup licking incident or salt shaker “mishap” (if you can really call it that).

Seven wonderful years

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On July 5th we celebrated being married seven years! Oh my how time flies! Seriously! I can honestly say that it has flown in the most wonderful sorts of ways possible.

How did we celebrate? By going to church and eating DQ in the car as we drove two and a half hours to family camp – it doesn’t get anymore romantic than that, does it?

Earlier that morning Eden and Ella were discussing our anniversary. Ella asked where the celebration was. Eden chimed in, “Ella, it’s just an ordinary day.” And of course she was right. There was no big celebration, no big announcement on Facebook that we were having an anniversary, no photo of us remembering our big day seven years ago. It was just an ordinary day.

You know what? It’s those ordinary days that I live for. They are wonderful. It’s in those ordinary days and moments that I realize the gift of a husband I have been given. I fall in love with him more and more each day (to think I thought I knew a little something about love when we got married). It’s those moments where he picks up where I left off or understands my frustrations or takes the kids somewhere just because he loves them, are the times that I understand just how intertwined my heart is with his.

So what if my seven years of wonderful have been filled with more puke and poop than I care to remember. These years have been great. Truly wonderful. And I will take seventy more years with this man because holding his hand in the car on the way to where ever God takes us will still be enough to make my heart skip a beat.

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Door to door sales people

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I get it. I really do. My husband is a salesman or something like that (his title is something cooler than that but that’s just semantics I bet). He goes into dental offices and sells them new things that their offices need – tooth brushes, dental chairs, new cabinets, etc… You name it. He sells it. So, believe me, I get that selling your product is your livelihood. It’s our household’s livelihood too.

But what I don’t get is why you have to come to my house during the day, inevitably while my loud sweet children are napping and resting. It is my hour of peace and quiet. It is the time my brain gets to gear itself up for more loud conversations about birthdays, friends, games, ponies, dolls, underwear, toilets, hand washing, and farts. It’s my time.

I am sure you would say that I don’t have to open my door but considering that my husband is a salesman, we get tons of packages of samples of toothbrushes and toothpastes and rubber gloves and random (usually not useful) papers. The mailman knows me. We have our polite “hi” and “bye” down. So I always answer my door because sometimes I need to sign for packages.

BUT my main issue is this (I hate to point out the obvious but I am sure this is part of your tactics) the majority of people who are home during this time of day are stay at home parents, most likely women. And it just seems kind of fishy that you ask us personal questions about our homes and family. I don’t feel comfortable telling people this kind of information. I haven’t even gotten real deep with our Jehovah’s witness ladies because, even though they come weekly and wear prescription shoes, I don’t feel like they need to know intimate details about the comings and goings or our security system.

The thing is, you pick a time of day when there are fewer adult bodies in a house to speak with me. When I don’t want your product (I don’t care how good you think your all natural carpet cleaning powder is or how superior your security system is to ours) and my answer is a firm but polite “no” you need to step away from my door and go about your merry way. I don’t like pressure tactics. I don’t like to make decisions without my husband or invite strangers into my home even if you have a badge to prove whatever or a fancy clip board or an iPad. I just don’t. And I shouldn’t have to justify to you that even though your product/service sounds great, my husband and I are a unit and making money decisions is typically a “couple” thing. And $99 is a lot of money for me to try and see and “fall in love” with your product. And no my husband would probably not be mad at me if I made this decision without him, but I hate to say it, I would probably be mad at him if he made this decision without me. If that is the case, I like us to make decisions together out of mutual respect for one another.

So, the next time you come to my door, I will probably answer and I will try to seem less annoyed at your persistence (the Lord is still helping me with this one folks). I will also probably give you a bottle of water because it’s freaking hot outside and doing what you do is tough and making it in this world ain’t easy. But the truth is, I really (reeeeaaaalllly) just don’t want your product…probably ever.