Lately

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Life has been busy lately. Real busy. We’ve had so much going on and so much nothing at the same time. I guess there is never truly nothing going on because #fivekids.

Anyway, all last week we spent going to schools and meeting teachers and getting the kids prepared for what lies ahead. Then this week was actual school and I spent the majority of my free time making trips to Goodwill to drop off stuff from our storage room and to consign a bunch of other items.

Here are some photos from my phone (and they are surprisingly scarce considering all the time that has passed):

I was trapped in my Target parking spot for five minutes.

I was trapped in my Target parking spot for five minutes.

We went to a wedding and were semi-presentable.

We went to a wedding and were semi-presentable.

This is how we Costco.

This is how we Costco.

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A new Chick-fil-A opened and we were invited!!!

A new Chick-fil-A opened and we were invited!!!

Facebook likes to offend me one suggest post at a time.

Facebook likes to offend me one suggested post at a time.

Playing a little golf on a Saturday morning.

Playing a little golf on a Saturday morning.

We took away this girl's paci and she did great until we found out she was sucking her thumb. We gave back the pacis. #sheswearsshecanquit

We took away this girl’s paci and she did great until we found out she was sucking her thumb. We gave back the pacis. #sheswearsshecanquit

Ella enjoying her new chore!

Ella enjoying her new chore!

They really do all love each other!

They really do all love each other!

Sundays get hairy around here but that's okay.

Sundays get hairy around here but that’s okay.

Even when she's fast asleep she still has an attitude.

Even when she’s fast asleep she still has an attitude.

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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