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Early Summer Recap

Since I took a rather extended break from blogging, I thought I’d recap what’s been happening in our family since May. As you all know, I visited my sister in early May. She wrote up a post about it over at her blog here. The rest of May is a bit of a blur for me. Parker was doing swim lessons twice and week, had t-ball practice once a week, and games once a week. He was also still in preschool three times a week and seemed to have birthday parties every other week. So, lots of shuttling around.

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Our little National. He pretty much liked the snacks more than the game,
but overall it was a good experience for him. 

I don’t think I’ve written about it here, but my gallbladder has been a major source of irritation for me over the last 8 months. The last week of pregnancy I had two gallbladder attacks followed by 5 more in the following weeks. I finally followed up in May with my doctor after the initial diagnosis in December and it looks like things are actually improving (from all-natural treatments) even though the doctors said that was impossible and had recommended surgery. So, I’m going to keep on keeping on and hope in another six months I’ll be symptom free. All of that probably requires a whole different post, though!

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Someone also started eating food in May.
You know how my boys eat as much as adults? Well, she does too.
SHE LOVES FOOD!

I threw a surprise baby shower in May for my oldest friend in Chicago. She has twin boys that they adopted from Ethiopia, but had never been through the newborn stage. So now that she was pregnant with their first biological child, we knew she would appreciate some newborn items. It was such a fun day and she ended up going into labor the next day (a month early!). Another friend of mine, and her sister-in-law, wrote up a post about the “POP” themed baby shower here.

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Left to Right: Me, the guest-of-honor Sara, her sister-in-law Rachel, and my co-host Rochelle.

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A small corner of the “POP” decor. It was such a fun theme to run with!

The following week was our 8th anniversary and we enjoyed a nice kid-free evening together. We always love trying new restaurants and eating good food together.

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How eight years have flown! Happy to be by this man’s side through all of life!

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We’ve changed over the years — just a touch, eh?

Then in June my parents came for a week long visit. They were at the tail-end of their month long roadtrip and it was so nice to spend those days with them. The weather was perfect for some fun outings and sharing life together. We even took a trip into Chicago for a fun-filled day together. They wrote all about their trip here and here.

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We love having grandparents around!

Culinary school started in June and I’ve been busy with two classes – Culinary Math and Foodservice Sanitation. Both have involved a ton of homework and have been fairly interesting. No actual cooking yet, but I know this is all laying a foundation for what’s to come. Brian has also been ramping up his photography business and used me to do a lot of modeling for some new promotional material — which meant a haircut and make-over for me!

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Ladies — he is making me look super good. If you want to hide your “problem areas” and see yourself in a new way, he’s your guy. Well, he’s mine, you can’t have him. But you can have your pictures taken by him. ‘Cause he’s fantastic. Seriously.

Brian’s grandfather (Pop) came at the end of June and has been staying with us ever since. He has had extended stays with us every summer since we bought our house and has been instrumental in making our house a home. He is a ridiculously hard worker and has helped transform our space. This time he built a shed attached to our back door, providing us with some much needed storage space since we don’t have a garage. So thankful!

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Hard at work. Do you know many guys in their 70’s that could pull this off?

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When he’s not working, he usually can be found with one of the boy’s attached to his hip. They love him so much. Every 5 minutes, “I’m going to go say ‘hi’ to Pop!” 

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My dear friend Rochelle’s baby turned one at the end of June and we had a great time celebrating him. I made this fun Dr. Seuss quilt to celebrate the occasion. It looks way crazier in the photo than real life — but it is definitely colorful and whimsical!

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Brian’s work had their company picnic at Blackberry Farms — it was so wonderful! I never knew this place existed but we’ll definitely go back. It’s definitely worth a visit if you live in the area! Pony rides, train rides, boat rides, play area, hayrides, carousel — fun for everyone! Then, as you know, my grandma passed away on June 30 and then I turned 30 on July 1. Fourth of July we spent at a parade, barbecuing, and watching fireworks.

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Fun times at the parade. The boys LOVED it.
And Parker got to see the fireworks with just mommy and daddy,

which is a very special treat!

Then my best friend from college came and visited for a few days. It’s always nice to catch up and spend time together with someone you have so much history with. She ended up flying out the same day that I was leaving for my grandma’s memorial.

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Playing at Turtle Splash pool in West Chicago. We had so much fun!

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The boys loved watching Megan play games on the iPad.
I loved having help with these crazies. It’s the little things!

I spent a whirlwind four days in my hometown with my parents and sister. It was so surreal being back in our childhood bedroom chatting before falling asleep. Almost like the last 10 years never happened and my third baby wasn’t asleep in the next room. The memorial was a wonderful celebration of my grandma’s life. I hadn’t seen most of my extended family since her 85th birthday, so seven years. I didn’t even recognize most my second cousins they’d grown so much!

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Being silly with my family.

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Of course we had to take some time to get to the beach.
Here’s my little bathing beauty with a Papa-built pool to play in.
Can it get any cuter??

So that brings us up to date. Sorry for the info/photo dump but I felt like I needed to get things out there. It’s been a busy season for us so far — let’s see what the rest of summer holds!

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So, I had a birthday earlier this month. Kind of a big one. You know, the big 3-0. It’s really the first birthday that has a tinge of “whoa, I’m getting older” to it. Before that it’s all fun and games and driver’s licenses and voting. But 30? Toto, we’re not in Kansas any more.

It’s funny because all I’ve ever said since the dawn of time is “I just want to be older.” I’ve never been one to look back at childhood and think, “I wish I could be a kid forever.” I love growing up. I love being an adult and getting to eat dessert whenever I want. I love having a family and a husband and a house and a life of my own. I’ve always wanted others to take me seriously and I feel like age and experience have a weight that no amount of maturity can manufacture. So, yeah, getting older is what I’ve always wanted.

But 30? Oh, it comes with a few wrinkles, a smattering of grey hairs, stretched out skin from childbearing, and achey joints. It comes with the stresses of life and bags under my eyes from not sleeping for 5 years. I’m just old enough that highschoolers start to look at my like some foreign creature and all I can think is, “I was you, like, yesterday!”

My grandma died the day before my birthday and as much as it saddened the day for me, it also put things into perspective for me. Because turning 30 is no big deal in light of life ending. A precious life, as I’ve already said. It also reminded me that with my genes, I’m likely to live to past 90 and am only 1/3 of a way there. That’s a lot of life ahead (of course, in the Lord’s hands and timing) and that’s something to celebrate.

So after all my freaking out ahead of time, the actual day was just a smooth transition into the next decade of my life. My sweet husband organized babysitters throughout the day so we could go on three dates — one for each decade. He had me pick out a whole new ensemble with jewelry, a fancy new dress, and jacket. He swept me away to a wonderful restaurant and we celebrated over delicious food and good conversation. If that’s what it means to turn 30, I’d certainly like more days like that! 

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Made for This

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For me, becoming a mother felt just about as natural as writing with your toes. It was a violent transition on my body, on my emotions, and my social life. It took years for it to feel like second nature. Maybe it’s easier for some people, but it was rough in many ways for me. Most of which I struggled with privately or amongst close friends and pretended like everything was hunky-dory for everyone else. And in many ways I didn’t realize how hard it was until it wasn’t that hard any more. All that to say, for a long time I didn’t feel like I was made for motherhood. Not one inch of my pregnancy-torn body was made for this. Not one ounce of my personality lent itself to isolation, constant irritation, and mindless activities. None of my dreams or research or hopes lined up with the reality of motherhood.

But now as a mom of three I feel different. I feel a groove. I feel that even in the hard parts of parenting, that I was made specifically for this job. To grow little human beings. To give birth to them. To nurse them. To feed them, bathe them, clothe them, comfort them, wipe their tushies, kiss their boo-boos, wake up early, go to bed late, and take care of a whole lot of needs in the meantime. That’s not to say I don’t think I’m also made for other things — oh boy, am I! I have dreams, goals, plans, and a life that doesn’t involve being a mom. But the majority of my day is filled with mothering my brood and it doesn’t feel like a fight any more. Through pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding in particular I feel like I’ve learned more about who I am and how strong women in general were designed.

Women were made to nurture. This is most obvious in the fact that our bodies can grow an entire human being from scratch. Our bodies defer to the growing baby long before we even know it’s there to be cared for. I remember losing a ton of weight in my first trimester with Parker because of extreme morning sickness and my doctor was like, “Your baby is getting everything it needs. Your body might suffer from nutritional deficiencies but your baby is just fine.” Whether we are choosing to be selfless or not — our bodies often choose for us. Of course women nurture in plenty of other ways that have nothing to do with babies, but I think the fact that our bodies were designed to nurture is very telling. We nurture children with our bodies in pregnancy (or with prayers and hopes, waiting for an adoption), with milk from our bodies in infancy (or from bottles of formula mixed with loving hands), with food from our hands in the rest of childhood, with our touch from day one, and with our words throughout their life.

Women were made to be strong. And soft. The way that men are strong is totally different than women. We were built to withstand waves of contractions that would bring the strongest man to his knees. We were built to keep pushing after hours and hours of intense pain, no sleep, no food, and 9 months of discomfort. We were designed to endure unspeakable heartache from miscarriages and unfulfilled hopes for children. We some how muster strength to fill out another demanding pile of paperwork for an adoption, while mourning the loss of what may never be in our own bodies. We were made to nurse a helpless babe who doesn’t sleep and does a serious amount of damage to our most feminine parts. We push through hormonal challenges and depression and post-partum body issues and make hard decisions to do what’s best for our babies. We were built to become soft through all this strength. To leave pregnancy with curves and rolls that we’d rather not have. To become vulnerable with our hearts, now that a piece of ourselves is walking around outside of us and we can’t fully protect it. This combination of strength and softness is unique to women and it’s beautiful.

So whether you feel like it is natural to be a mother or not, know that we were made for this. In ways that might not make sense right now. Or in ways that might not seem natural until you have a junior higher or even a full grown child. But this call to motherhood is a good one even when it’s a ridiculously hard one. We were made for this.

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A Tribute to Jean

I know most of you won’t connect with this post, but it’s one I want to share anyway. It’s the eulogy I gave at my grandmothers memorial service. A woman who lives selflessly for 92 years deserves to be talked about.

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Jean Meadows holding Monica Jean as a baby

Good afternoon. My name is Monica Jean. I’m Jean Meadows’ youngest grandchild. I’m so thankful to be here together with all of you to remember her on this bittersweet day. My grandma was something else, wasn’t she? She was the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, inside and out. I can think of many words to describe her — sincere, loving, generous, funny, and gifted — but most of all I think of the word LIFE.

She was so full of life. Her joy for life and for her family was always readily apparent in her smile, in her funny stories, and in her excited “AH”! Her faith in God fueled her joy. Whenever she was feeling particularly blessed, she would say, “How great thou art, Lord!” knowing that all of life’s blessings came from him. Her faith wasn’t just personal, she was life giving to others. Not only did she give life to so many of us sitting here today, she gave life in a spiritual sense too. She made you want to be the best version of yourself because she really believed you were the best. She made everyone feel like they were unique and precious — every baby captivated her and every life was valuable to her.

Every visit with her left you feeling like your life and interests were important. Whether I was completing my first sewing project or had a new game to play or a new subject I was interested in, she always showed the greatest enthusiasm and would say in her sweet voice, “Well, isn’t that wonderful?” You always knew she meant that you were wonderful and that being with you thrilled her. I never once felt like she was in a hurry or didn’t have time for me. I know that’s how she made everyone feel. Most people use retirement as a time to indulge themselves, but my grandma? She gave herself to everyone else. She spent her last decades giving her time and talents to bless others. Whether she was teaching me to play tile rummy or how to knit, she was always patient, kind, and encouraging. She really didn’t have a selfish bone in her body.

I remember countless weekends at her home, watching her quilt, knit, tat, or make dolls. All with the intention of giving the final product to others. Over the years she made me Barbie clothes, scarves, wash rags, sweaters, and blankets. She did this regularly for every child, grandchild, and great grandchild. As you can see — there are a lot of us! {side note: 4 kids, 12, grandkids, 36 great-grandkids — not counting spouses} And she wouldn’t just make things for family. I wouldn’t hesitate to guess that every one of you has received a handmade gift from her. I can vividly remember her talking with excitement about making blankets for children who had been displaced from troubled homes. She wanted them to feel love in the form of a warm handmade quilt.

Grandma was always serving. For me that meant finding my favorite cereal in the cupboard when she knew we were coming for the weekend. Or her making my favorite sandwich with the right kind of pickles, after I’d spent the morning swimming in her pool. And holidays? Even in the midst of large family gatherings she managed to make every single one of us feel loved. She made personalized stocking and filled them with presents for each family member (and anyone else who might’ve tagged along). She always served out of sincere love. She never made you feel like an obligation. It always seemed like second nature for her to believe the best about every one and make the best out of any situation. She carried a sense of humor through many challenging times and lit up any room she was in. We were all recipients of her great love — but no one more than you, Baca. Or, as some may know you, Grandfather. I feel as though I’ve been a witness to one of the great love stories of the ages. The way that grandma loved you has taught me how to love and honor my own husband.

I am so blessed to have known my grandma for 30 years. She was there the day I was born and for dozens of birthdays, holidays, special occasions, and summers. Having her in my life has inspired me and changed me in countless ways. I feel honored to be named after this great woman. I’ve passed down her name to my own daughter, Avery Jean, and hope we can live up to her legacy. I’m so sad that she is no longer here but am filled with joy knowing that she’s even more alive now than when she walked this earth. The last time I saw her she remarked that she’d had such a great life. I’m sure if she could talk to us today that she’d say, “and it just gets better.”

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Full, yet Empty

Life has been very full lately. Family visits, busy schedules, full Summer days, BBQs, classes, homework, building a home business — FULL. And yet my absence here has been rather intentional. I’ve felt empty of anything new to offer. My thoughts are often about my own little life and surviving crazy days with three children, four and under. Writing about it used to feel like a release, but has felt like one more thing on the to-do list. And so I’ve often just ignored it and gone on my merry way. But today I want to write. Today I want to remember.

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Today I found out the my dear grandmother passed away last night. Her health has been in decline for a long time. This wasn’t a surprise. She’s 92, lived a full life. Loved Jesus. Was loved very dearly by her large family. And all of those things that I thought would be a comfort — knowing that she was in heaven and that she lived her life well and long — they really just don’t dull the pain at all. Of course there is something more jarring about an unexpected death of a younger person, but death is ugly. It is painful. And it hurts. No matter when it happens.

I’ve gone almost 30 years without having someone I loved dearly passing away. I know that I’ve been very blessed in that. But I also had no idea how much it would hurt when someone close to you died. I thought that I’d be so relieved that she was in a better place that I wouldn’t feel that much pain. But somehow this death, her death, it reminds me how wonderful she was. What a huge part of my childhood she was. How perfectly gracious and funny and generous and beautiful and giving she was. How I want to sew with her again and hear her love story again. How she always showed up on my birthdays and had handmade gifts to give me. How she would serve her family and never complain about difficult times.

Of course I’m happy to know that my grandma Jean lived a full life. But now I feel so very empty knowing she’s no longer a part of mine. She will always be a part of me — I even share my name with her and my daughter. But she’s no longer here. And it hurts. I long for the day when death will lose its sting and these tears will stop flowing. I love my grandma Jean and hope I can live my life as well as she lived hers.

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A Girl’s Weekend

A couple of weeks ago I was able to spend four lovely days visiting my sister in her new home in Virginia Beach. Hubby watched the boys and I flew off with my baby girl for a weekend away, of sorts. Since my sister has a daughter and her husband was working for some of the trip, it was a mostly girls weekend! For two girls who grew up on the Pacific it was pretty fun to be exploring this beach town on the Atlantic. 20140512-214232.jpg

My sister moved to Virginia Beach in December and got to experience a real winter for the first time. Now, it’s no Chicago, but they had their share of snow days and chilly weather. Now that their weather has turned warmer, I certainly enjoyed visiting and thawing out a bit. Virginia Beach is kind of a mix of Midwest and Southern California beach culture. Everything was beautifully green (while Chicago was mostly still brown and leaf-less) and warm.

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It was also Avery’s first time meeting her Uncle Alex, Aunt Leah, and cousin Zoe. As usual, she was a happy peach and made friends quickly. Even Zoe (who generally doesn’t love babies) warmed up to this smiley little girl. What a pair they will be in a few years!

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And the beach. It never gets old to be at the beach — even when the sun isn’t setting over it like the Pacific! It was Avery’s first time in the sand and she loved it! She kept digging her toes in and loved feeling the grains in her hands.

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Sisters in front of Neptune.
Our highschool mascot was the Tritons so this is sort of appropriate.

 

 

 

 

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Zoe and Leah along the beachfront.

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Getting snuggly with my sweet niece. I hadn’t seen her since August and she has changed so much! She’s becoming quite the little lady and was fun to be around. She knows every word to a huge number of songs from the 50’s and 60’s. Is there anything cuter than a four year old belting out “Downtown”? It definitely took me back to our childhood!

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At a beachfront restaurant getting some fresh seafood.
I generally avoid seafood in the Midwest, it kinda weirds me out.
But on the coast, can’t get enough of it!

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Zoe inherited Parker’s Halloween costume and loves to play dress up.
Avery enjoyed it too!

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On a quick walk during Zoe’s ballet class — I told you it was green!

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I’ve only been away from the boys a couple of times, but it was much easier leaving them knowing they were in their daddy’s capable hands. They were just tickled pink about their “boy’s weekend.” What a nice getaway. Many thanks Leah and her family for the hospitality and time together!

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Easter 2014

I’m a date person. And no, I don’t mean going on dates or eating dates. I mean remembering dates. I have always had a good memory for dates. I used to be able to do a little circus trick of “you tell me a random date (though it had to be a date that I lived through) and I will tell you what day of the week it was on.” Since having kids the days kind of get lost in a shuffle and I’m not as accurate as I used to be, but still, I like dates.

In the world of dates, April 20 is kind of a big one for me. And not for any historical reasons or drug-related ones, thank goodness. But it has significance for me personally in that 10 years ago it was the day my last pre-Brian relationship ended and 9 years ago it was the day that my relationship with Brian started. I spent nearly a year moping around and being heartbroken over the previous relationship and on the anniversary of that sad event, Brian and I happened. It was kind of a sweet redemption for the previous year’s heartache.

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And this year? 2014? It was Easter. A day of celebrating true and lasting redemption. A day I spent with my family of five doing all the typical Easter-y things. Wearing cute clothes, going to church, doing an egg hunt, eating chocolate, cooking a delicious Easter dinner, and spending time with friends. I am of course thankful for the meaning behind Easter and for day set aside to remember the Resurrection. But this year, April 20, 2014 was also a good reminder for me of God’s faithfulness to me in my personal life. Not just my spiritual life, but in my relational and emotional one too.

Most days life gets busy and I’m running around feeling like the world is spinning and that I might be going a little crazy in this whole motherhood thing. But yesterday I stopped and looked at my life and thought, “Wow. This is my husband. These are my kids. This is my house. These are our traditions. This my life.” It sounds silly, because, really, who else could these kids belong to? But I sometimes get so lost in the busy-ness of it all that I forget what a privilege it is. And what a blessing. And how amazing that my angsty college-self is gone and I get to be a mostly grown-up woman, close to being 30 and just a little more settled. How thankful I am that the person who fretted for almost a year about a lost love and if there would ever be another one is long gone. I’m close to eight years of marriage to the perfect man for me and we are raising our family and celebrating life together.

So I’m supremely thankful today for every day since April 20, 2004 and how it’s led me to right now. I wish I could go back to my heartbroken self ten years ago and give her this picture. The one where my smile is tired but real. Where I’m holding a sweet baby girl and leaning on my handsome husband. Where my boys are smiling big with anticipation of the Easter baskets waiting in the dining room of the house we renovated ourselves. Where life isn’t easy but it is so blessed. And happy. So very happy.

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Just Do It

I finally started my book club. The one I’ve wanted to be a part of for ages. Most people’s schedules are too busy to either read the book or get a night out, but I’m doing it anyway because it’s mostly for me. (And for my dear friend Sherah who needs a night out as badly as I do.) So I just did it. I picked a book, a date, emailed some gals, and waited. There were three of us discussing Where’d You Go, Bernadette, eating desserts and strawberries and I couldn’t be happier about it. The discussion went to what events in our lives have changed us. The only thing I could think of was Brian. I realize he’s a person, not an event, but he HAS profoundly changed me. In just about every way imaginable.

Anyone who knows Brian at all knows a few things about him: he’s driven, he’s a bit obsessive, and he’s talented. I could make a list a mile long of various things he’s been interested in over the years we’ve been together. And when I say “interested in” I mean “has thrown himself into.” Brian doesn’t do anything half-hearted. If he takes up running? He buys books, he researches the best shoes, he comes up with daily work outs and stretches, he gets a trainer. If he takes up art? He buys all the supplies, reads countless books, watches documentaries, goes to museums, sketches in a little black book, takes classes. The man is interested in everything and whatever he’s interested in gets a lot of attention. Now, don’t get me wrong, it isn’t an obsession to the exclusion of everything else. He’s still a faithful father, hard worker at his company, a generous friend, and a loving husband. But when he’s interested in something? Well, he just DOES it.

And me? I’m a thinker. An analyzer and planner. A “are we sure we have thought through every angle of this before we jump into it”-er. But that man of mine doesn’t just do things for himself, he also pushes those around him to be doers. He’s inspiring and challenging and sometimes frustrating. Because he won’t let my dreams die, he pushes me to fulfill them and to work hard and go for it. He’s the only husband I know who cares so much about his wife’s personal fulfillment that he’ll volunteer to watch the kids and hire babysitters if necessary so I can pursue my dream. That’s wonderful. And scary. Because now I have no excuses. I have to stop thinking and analyzing and saying “but I’m a stay-at-home mom, I can’t do that.”

So I’m taking the step. The leap really. I’m jumping into something that I’ve wanted for a very long time and just couldn’t figure out how it’d fit into our lives. I’m doing it and I’m nervous and I don’t think it’ll work but I’m doing it anyway. And now I’m telling all of you so I have accountability to keep going. What’s my big news?

I’m going back to school to get a Culinary Degree.

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On Living

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Parenting the third time around is a relief in so many ways. With my preschooler I’m in uncharted territory. Always new boundaries being pushed and new logistics to handle. My two year old. Well. He’s a two year old. So he’s often hard. But being a third time mom to a baby. Easy peasy. So much of what I do now is living, not analyzing books or blogs or coming up with what I think about everything from pacifiers to baby carriers to feeding a baby to how I get them to sleep. I just do. Just live.

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There are a lot of decisions when it comes to pregnancy, birth, and baby care.
More important? Being in the moment with your baby and enjoying them. 

It’s probably why things have been rather silent around these parts the past months. Sure there’s the whole “rough pregnancy followed by newborn fog” thing. Then the holidays. Then the winter that never ended. Then sickness upon sickness upon sickness. But mostly I just feel like I don’t have that much to say any more. I know what I do and why I do it. And more importantly how to balance my ideal life with the reality of a chaotic three child household. Like when to hire help to clean my house or when to get a babysitter.

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Somedays we watch a lot of tv. It’s winter. Correction: It’s the worst winter ever. And I have a new baby. So, yeah, we watch tv. And it isn’t going to kill anyone. 

It feels really good to not be so angsty any more. To not feel like every meal is a crisis because where did every piece of that meal come from and how was it grown and how will it affect my life? I still think all of that is important, but living and having balance is important too. Our eating choices are probably better than they have ever been, but it feels more natural and less forced. And there are days that we eat box mac-n-cheese. And that’s okay too. Anyway, I’m still happy to share life with you all and my thoughts on homemaking things, but if things get quiet around here know that I’m off living. Not just writing. Researching. Analyzing. Or Worrying. I’m living. And I hope you will too!

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Because I’ve Seen It

I’m going to nerd out on you for a moment. Hang with me. It’s worth it. I hope so, anyway.

So I’m a Harry Potter fan. And in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban a really interesting scene happens that I think applies to parenting specifically and to life in general. There’s this whole time traveling element in which Harry Potter future is able to save Harry Potter past by using a really powerful bit of magic. When Hermione asks him how he did it he says something to the effect of, “I’d already seen myself do it (in the past, even though at the time he didn’t know it was himself), so I knew I could do it again (in the future).” So that’s probably a pretty rough description if you haven’t read the books or seen the movies, but the idea is interesting, isn’t it?

When we go through really hard things, the next time you have to go through something hard you have that past experience to help get you through. I think that’s why third time parenting has been easy for me. Birth? Been there. It’s no fun but I know I can do it because I’ve done it before. Post-partum body trauma and sleep deprivation and hormone surges? It’s going to be ok. It gets better. I’ve done this. I’ve seen myself make it through so I know I can do it again.

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Been doing a lot of resting this week through our illnesses.

This thought has been on replay in my mind this week. Christmas of 2012 was a rough health time for our family. It was two weeks straight of us all trading illnesses and I literally didn’t leave the house the entire time. Then last summer we had similar stretches of health problem after health problem. And these past three weeks we’ve been there again. All of us have had the stomach flu, some multiple times. I’ve had gallbladder problems. Nolan and Parker have had fevers and colds. Even sweet Avery has been fussier with something or other. And now I’m on day four since I last left the house and feeling kinda crazy.

20140321-101450.jpgSick day #4 in a row, after being up most the night with all three kids.

But you know what? I’ve done this. I survived. We eventually all got healthy again. There was a reprieve from middle of the night bed changes and a break from all the vomit and sickly children. We eventually didn’t have to cancel plans and got back into our routine. We all lived. And I atleast am stronger for it. Because now that I’ve seen that I can do it, I know that I can do it again. And hopefully, I can do it with a touch more grace and less complaining than last time.

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Poor sick Parker on the day he had a ridiculous fever and actually asked to stay home from the zoo.
I’ve never seen him this lethargic!

So, the next time you find yourself in a tough stretch in parenting or just in your personal life, think back on all the other times you made it. Maybe not with flying colors or with the best attitude — but you made it. And because you did it then, you can certainly do it again. I know you can. After all, Harry Potter told me so. :-)

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