Seven sets of hands offered their gift of time and kindness over the past two months as they dunk themselves into soapy dish water in my kitchen sink, as they scooped thoughtfully prepared food from my pots and pans onto plates, as they folded freshly cleaned laundry from my...Read More
There’s a soft glow of morning light streaming through our bedroom window. Symeon is awake and just finished second breakfast. Do I put him in the basinet and try to catch a little bit more sleep or do I indulge in a few moments of quiet morning one on one time with...Read More
If your child asks for pancakes, you’re going to need to pull down the flour container from the shelf. When you pull down the gluten free flour container, you’ll notice that the container is empty. When you notice that the container is empty, you go to the pantry to...Read More
Saint John Chrysostom
Seven sets of hands offered their gift of time and kindness over the past two months as they dunk themselves into soapy dish water in my kitchen sink, as they scooped thoughtfully prepared food from my pots and pans onto plates, as they folded freshly cleaned laundry from my dryer, or as they engaged any number of my children in a game.
It’s not always easy to accept help like this. The kind of help that is personal. The kind of help that leaves you taking a deep breath and realizing it’s not the end of the world if you accept this help. The kind of help that allows you to snuggle your newborn baby instead of trying to juggle your daily chores and the needs of all of your children.Read More
I find myself, once again, nestled next to a tired child. This is a familiar spot. One that I’ve found myself in many, many times before. It’s in these moments where I often find myself either uncontrollably drifting off to sleep or wandering through my thoughts.
Inevitably, when you’re so tired that simply laying down feels like heaven, that’s when your child has the wiggles and can’t seem to settle down. Then, when you really need to get up and get other stuff done or tend to someone else’s needs, that’s when your child falls asleep but set their early warning detection system to let them know if you even think about getting up from snuggling them.
Aw, yes…children and their radars.Read More
There’s a soft glow of morning light streaming through our bedroom window. Symeon is awake and just finished second breakfast. Do I put him in the basinet and try to catch a little bit more sleep or do I indulge in a few moments of quiet morning one on one time with my youngest? It wasn’t a hard decision. I found myself admiring his sweet cooing and watching him kick away beside me. A conversation exchanges between the two of us as I whisper to my little Symeon.Read More
If your child asks for pancakes,
you’re going to need to pull down the flour container from the shelf.
After pointing out some facts about the length of his work day yesterday, Les was able to get this morning off before he flies later today and took the four oldest boys to church. (To my mother-in-law: He got extended and had to fly another trip after we took you to the airport yesterday. Just like I predicted.)
While everyone was at church this morning, I found myself simply watching Symeon sleep in my arms and thinking about all the different stages of life I am enjoying with my kids right now. I can’t help but think that having this large span of ages with my children has a greater purpose than just a conversation piece between me and the person who finds out I have a daughter in college in addition to all these boys.Read More
On grandma’s last night with us, the three big boys each gave grandma a thank you letter. Additionally, Zach wrote an adorable farewell song that all three of them sang to her and Chris made grandma a crown fit for a queen.Read More
Over the past couple of years, I’ve had several inquiries about how I’ve managed to lose weight and how I was able to have (almost there!) two babies after soooooo many years of infertility. This is a question of immense proportions.
Let me first start by saying…this is a 20+ year journey for me and I can’t simply give a step by step answer to this question. Nor do I think it’s a simple answer for anyone dealing with infertility…but we often fall into the trap of thinking we know all there is to know on a topic we’ve become so intrinsically passionate about over years of study and research that oftentimes it’s hard to refrain from giving an answer. As correct…or incorrect…as it may be.
I could rattle off my trials and errors. I could list off what I deeply believe worked for me. The thing is…there’s so much more to this story than that.Read More
Well…Symeon decided to hold the next Olympic Games in my belly this evening. I think he wants to be prepared to meet his older brothers. Between this and having a hard time finding a comfortable sleeping position anyway…I’m awake. I’m telling you, the night owl gene is dominant in our family. I need my non-stress tests scheduled for between midnight and 1am.Read More
I tossed and turned much of the night trying to find any comfortable position that would actually enable me to fall asleep. I gave up at 4:30am. I spent an hour sitting up in my bed with a last ditch hope that sleepiness would take over and I could slide back down onto my pillow for a few hours…but it never happened. Instead, I crept downstairs hoping not to wake anyone and got myself a cup of tea.Read More
Parenthood is filled with its joys, sorrows, and struggles. It’s inevitable. Without a doubt, it’s the toughest and most rewarding job you’ll ever take on in your life.
Mr. Limit Pusher is currently in one of his moods. He drains me. All of my children will be a product of my life’s work…but Mr. Limit Pusher may possibly represent the pinnacle of that work.Read More