My Different Eaters

Hudson has always been a picky eater and still only likes a few select food groups--luckily, one of which is meat, so he can be sustained with something other than milk.
Avea on the other hand will try pretty much anything. In fact, today I had cleaned out the fridge just a little bit and thrown a few pieces of pizza (which we rarely do) from a few days ago. Not too much later, the kids were in the pantry--again. Avea walks out with those two pieces of taco pizza, joyfully eating them. I suppose there are worse things, but I have seen what goes in our garbage and was surely touching her pizza!

Only When Daddy Is Gone

It seems that all of the "fun stuff" seems to happen when Justin is at work-so a mere 60 hours a week. Today, we were at a peaceful moment in the day after spending a few hours outside in the sunny, yet brisk day. It was maybe 55 degrees and Avonlea took a swim--fully clothed and unphased by the temperature. We had come inside, eaten lunch, and were cleaning Hudson's room. Hud and Avea had left as I put a few of his clothes away. I walked out to our "great room" to find Hudson dumping baby powder all over the "hardwood" floors as Avea followed joyfully making footprints.  You can imagine my delight! There really is not a great way to clean that goodness up. I swept, used my Kirby, mopped. The only upside--baby fresh smell!

Proud of My Faith

I am currently reading a book called The Sinai Experiment, which I can  best describe as a modern day interpretation of the Ten Commandments with challenges and avenues to force you to think differently or simply break your comfort zone. This week's commandment is "Don't Misuse My Name" One of the challenges is "to repent for misrepresenting God and hurting people in the process. Apologize to someone, even a complete stranger, for our inappropriate misuses of God's name."

I may be taking my own spin on the challenge, but what I would apologize for is hypocrisy of Christians, including myself. It is frustrating to see things in public like church billboards, facebook, and even the media, although much of that seems to have a bias. Regardless, of where it comes from,it is very saddening as a Christian to see what much of the world thinks of us. This reminds me of another book I have read with two small groups called They Like Jesus But Not the Church. Ouch, but spot on. I could sit here and ramble on about places I hear or observe my faith being slandered or misrepresented but am I not just as guilty? The only thing I can do is be bold enough to stand up for the Jesus I believe in and the Christianity I believe in. That pretty much terrifies me. Perhaps if I were presented with a chance to talk to someone it may be different, but it is the putting myself out into those situations that cause me to be vulnerable and change people's minds about my faith.

For now, I hope to just be more aware of how I and even my church represent the name of Christ and Christianity. I hope and pray to be bold when there is an opportunity and to make Jesus pleased with me. Afterall, I could have it far worse and truly be persecuted for my faith, even to the point of the death. I have so much freedom, but it seems the people that do not have any or that much more bold.

If you're reading this and disagree or even want to talk, I would truly be more than happy.

Limeade, an envelope, and.....treasure

This is one of those stories I will look back on and it will be much funnier than when it actually happened.

After a typical laundry and cleaning Monday, it was time for the kids and I to get out for a while. We headed to Sonic for a little Happy Hour. I got each of the kids a Strawberry Limeade, so we were all happy with our drinks! Each of them so sweetly replied, "thank you." It was one of those moments my heart was just overflowing. Two adorable kids with treats in hand, sitting in the car looking out at a sunny, winter day.

We were headed to pick up Bjorn at track practice and had time to spare, so I took them to play at the school playground. About five minutes into it, Hudson decided that was the time he needed to, well, poop. He didn't bother to tell me, he just went. He comes waddling over with full pants swaying back and forth. It was one of those moments time froze. I checked the wipe supply--empty. No napkins as we are borrowing my parents car and my stash of napkins is in some junkyard with my van. Desperate I grabbed an empty envelope to get the "treasure" out of his pants. Naturally, gravity took over and it was now on the pavement. Awesome. I couldn't leave it there, so I try picking it up with an envelope--clearly an unmastered art. I now had poop on my hands and no way to clean it up. Remember those limeades? Well, that acted as my sanitizer/water and a fresh pair of Hudson's underwear, the towel.

From there I ran into a friend from high school who was there with her little girl, Avea's age. Her husband is one of the track coaches. We visited for a while and after that Hudson was at it again--this time, I had had it. The kid literally unloaded and there was no way I planned to salvage his underwear. Into the trash they went.

Needless to say, I was very ready for Bjorn to be done and to get those kids straight into the bath.

Tales of motherhood....ah.

What Lesson Could He Possibly Be Teaching Me?

Wow is all I can really say about the past few weeks in my life. Overall, it seems my life has been fairly routine and drama free. Of course, there were times, but overall fairly mellow. This brings me to February. I suppose it all began when I decided to drive to Vegas for a convention with my friend Anna. Neither of us could leave until the evening so around 7pm we headed out on the barren roads to "Sin City" which could be a completely different post. What should have been a 10 hour drive turned into an exhausting drive comprised of a 40 minute detour, more wildlife and roadkill than a I have ever seen and what I deem to be a very power driven cop outside of a city I will not mention in Nevada. At 2 in the morning he issued me my first ticket in 6 years. Anyways, we arrived exhausted to Vegas about 6 am and snuck in 4 hours of sleep to begin a long weekend of full out convention. We headed home much less eventful and my new week began.

We have been busy looking for new renters for our rental home (aka first home we bought together and brought both kids home to). This is difficult as we want someone to live in our home that will take the same pride and care in it that we did for 5 years. The next day, Valentines Day, I found out a was pregant--a hunch I had, but it was now confirmed. We were not shocked as we wanted another--just not one due on our anniversary...again. Just like Avea!

We had an appointment to try reducing our interest rate on our home and so that is on our minds. Friday night, Justin and I had a much anticipated date night. We saw The Vow (which opens up with a car accident). On our way home, we were nailed by a young driver who failed to yield. Justin remained calm and heroic and brought our spinning car to a safe stop just shy of the edge of a country ditch road. Two hours, two sheriffs, and a tow truck later, we said goodbye to what is likely our totalled van. We came home around midnight, exhausted but so thankful our kids were not with us and we were safe, despite Justin's stiff and sore body. He had an unusual Saturday off due to the accident. Monday rolled around...just when I thought it was over. I was tending to my normal cleaning and laundry duties and Hudson was upstairs in his loft watching a movie. We have started closing the door when he is up there as our little adventurer, Avea, really likes to climb. She and I had gone in there and I left a minute while she played. She chose that minute to make me run as quick as I ever have once I heard what I knew was her head crashing down. I scooped her up once I knew nothing appeared to be broken, yet time stood still. That girl screamed her head off. Justin was at work, so I called my Mom, which I often do. I also called Justin and the nurse. By that time Avea had gone completely white and I could not keep her awake--she kept falling asleep on me, and that is not typical! The nurse and Justin said to take her to the ER, so I did. My Mom thankfully met me there as we sat there for 2 hours as they monitored her. All has been good since--with her at least.

We spent Monday evening at my parents and I was driving home fairly immersed in a conversation with Bjorn. I had looked down at the spedometer to convert mi to km and next thing I knew flashing lights grabbed my heart and sent it into very quick beats. I started to cry, panic, and talk out loud to God asking him to please spare me and ask what He wants from me? I was very honest with the officer about my speeding. I know those roads and the speed and I honestly try to abide by them, but we all get distracted talking right? I told him it was not our car and that we just had an accident. He was very gracious--if he hadn't been I would have lost it.

I sit back now looking and reflecting on the events of the last few weeks and just wonder what could He be teaching me or waking me up to? What will I look back at weeks and months down the road coming out of?

I am not sure how much more I can take, but as each thing happens....I roll with it.

I am thankful for my beautiful kids that bring me daily renewed joy, my husband who stands faithfully by me despite who I can be, and for my family who constantly is there for my dramas. If anything, it has caused me to be even more thankful and to communicate that to my God who is bigger than any ticket or accident.

This One Goes Out to Uncle Beau

I was telling Hudson for the upmteenth time to go potty, to which he usually says with a little attitude, "OK!" This time, he threw a curve ball and responded while saluting, "Yes sir (sah)" This kid is a complete crack up and I have NO idea where he learned this one.

Kids DO say the darndest things.

I am not very good at writing in the kids baby books, so if I at least have their funny sayings and doings online, at least there is documentation somewhere!

A few of my favs from Hudson lately:

"Wha you dooming?"
"Where you goming?"

A few of my favs from Avea who seems to have many tomboy signs:

The constant growling noises she makes and most recently, the car noises she makes when playing with Hudson's cars.

The way she screams "Maaaaaa" through the whole house whether she be summoning me or my Mom.

The way she growls "Haaa" for things she knows are hot.

Ughhh....

So my intent for this blog was to boast about how blessed and lucky I am to have the life I do and especially the amazing kids I do. As I write I must remind myself of that. Since this new year hit many small obstacles have presented themselves. Ones that really force me to look at the person I am, but lately the bumps in my road have been bills. Yeah, what an exciting topic for anyone crazy enough to read this. It seems all of the bills thought January was the perfect time to present themselves. HOA fees, dentist bills, and almost 300 in a gas bill! I have no idea what we did to incur this amazing little gift, but it is easily 6 times the amount of our normal bill. Simply--I do not have the money to pay all of these bills right now. Even as I blab and vent now, I must catch myself. I am blessed. I am blessed much more than probably many people that live right here in my town. I have never gone hungry. I have never not had shelter. I have never not had power...well except the first night we moved into our first house we bought, but anyway! God is providing! We are blessed with 3 jobs and we do have income. Things will work out. This entry may just be therapy for me as I deal with the stress of being "grown up." I must remind myself that to most of the world, I am extremely wealthy and my complaining is nothing compared to the trials that many people face.

She is RAD to me.

My baby sister, Amanda seemed to have gotten the short stick in life. For those who are not familiar with her background or are story let me set the stage. Amanda and her half-sister Britnee, also my sister, are both adopted. I was a young teenager when we adopted them and was completely thrilled to have two little sisters. Britnee is a teenager nearing her completion in high school. She plays piano, always seems to be happy, and is one of my dear friends. Amanda is a few years younger. One of my favorite things about her is the way she loves my kids and how amazing she is with them. The hard part has been her life long struggle to cope with who she is. She has something called Reactive Attachment Disorder. If you are not familiar with it, please do your homework on it. Amanda does not deserve this, neither do my parents. Her first year of life handed her abuse and neglect and because of what her birth mother did or did not do, Amanda now greatly suffers. She has lived at Hope House for over a year now. I have honestly become numb to the fact that my baby sister is not someone I can see or even call when I want. My son, especially adores her and is lucky to see her once a month. She is only 14 but has dealt with more junk in life than I have and I am more than twice her age. She does not love or even like the person that she is, and to make things worse does not even get to live with her family who would love to try to show her there is hope for her and she is loved. My parents made the extremely tough decision to place her in a group home for struggling teenagers who have some of the same difficulties she does. It was not a decision supported by everyone around us, but it is what saved my parent's marriage and our family. A year later it often seems to me that we have gotten no where and I just want her back, but know she will likely fall into the same destructive behaviors she dealt with while living at home. Now I don't even know what to think or do. I know that I missing out on being a part of my baby sister's life and my kids don't get to see their aunt. It really is just not fair and that is really how I feel. Luckily, there is hope. Sometimes it seems like very little and this is one of the few times I am actually letting my guts out to be seen. My family is literally scattered all over the world. My baby brother lives in Korea, my other brother is away from his wife and selfessly sacrificing for our country as he is deployed. Britnee and I are the two siblings near our parents. If you're reading this, thank you. Pray for my sister and for the strength of my parents. We need wisdom. We need hope. We have it in the Lord, but the road ahead seems very long.

Who Knew Pee Could Be So Exciting?

I think my biggest joy today was Hudson FINALLY going potty for me! He has gone for Justin and Mema, but seemed to be playing a little game with me. Today he finally went under my watch and I couldn't praise my little guy enough. Seeing the smile on his face as I praised him was pretty amazing though. He is just a few days shy of his 3rd birthday and there is hope that this little guy will soon be graduating from daytime diapers. Next on my rejoicing checklist--seeing Avonlea walk. She has taken a few steps here and there but I am sure in no time she will be waltzing everywhere. Oh the simple joys my kids bring!