Friday, May 30, 2008

Last Thought Before Bed

Zachary: I think the Tooth Fairy's castle is made completely out of teeth.

Do you suppose he means an enamel castle made from melted down teeth, or are the teeth like so many countless little bricks?

Thursday, May 29, 2008

As My Stomach Turns

The ongoing theme around here continues to be morning sickness, but that's a dull, dull theme so here are a few other odds and ends...


Here's Nicholas standing by the car that has replaced Zippy.


Here's our new outdoor eating area! We picked up the table and benches over Memorial Day weekend. It is perfect in every way. Right now we're using it to eat our take out and frozen pizza outdoors, but one day (hopefully) soon I dream of having real food here.


To make up for the lack of lizards, the boys found this way cool turtle shell in our woods. Very exciting. That's Jacob holding it there.


Neat, hu?

Now they're all out in the woods hunting turtles.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Sharing Our Feelings (Boy Style)

The other night I tucked the oldest two in bed and had a rare moment after prayers to just sit and talk with them. Many changes have taken place in our family in the last two months and I've been so busy trying to hold up the fort, I hadn't really taken the time to check in on them and see how they were adjusting.

Me: Since we've moved and Papa has a new job and we're expecting a baby, I want to know if you have any concerns or if you want to talk to me about anything at all.

Oldest: Hmmmm....Nope.

Me: OK, How about you Alex, do you have any concerns?

Alex: Yes...I just...Well' it's just that...When we first moved here...I um, well, no, We... found lots and lots of lizards but in the last two days, we really haven't found any at all.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

In Honor of Mary's Month of May



I just ordered new scapulars for the whole family. It's been a while since I've worn one, but a friend showed me these, and I think they'll will work for itchy me.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Unproductive vs. Reproductive

I've spent most of the last week and a half either on the couch or in bed. I've managed to get out a few times and get a few things done, but each time I get out or get much accomplished in a day, I have to spend the next two days in recovery. Recovery usually involves spending long hours on the couch watching laundry pile up followed by finding some way to get out of making dinner for the family. I'll get take out or frozen pizza and then go to bed at 6:30 PM. The next morning my husband greets me with a "Welcome back from the dead." I reply, "I'm still tired." So, that's where I'm at but I am not complaining.

I don't consider this fun, but I'm completely at peace. Maybe it's my age. Maybe relatively I can see that a trimester just isn't an eternity, however much it sometimes feels that way. Maybe I know that this will all be over so soon and I will again say as I have said every time, "That was so worth it."

Maybe it's experience. Experience tells me that the laundry will still be there when my energy returns and I'll get it done and have laundry again. The laundry is always with us.

Maybe it's that my children are older and if not more helpful, at least less dangerous to themselves. I'm not chasing a toddler around this time. I've done that. That's hard.

Whatever the reason, I am so much more at peace this pregnancy with these days that feel so unproductive and well I should. The truth is that these days haven't been unproductive at all. A little research tells me that in the last week and a half we've finished forming all of baby's joints and baby is already using them to stretch and flex. We've also completed most organs now including ears, nose tip, and tongue. Though they're not fully functional, we're continuing development at a rapid rate. And we're proud to say that Baby has lost the embryonic tail. Oh, and we're experimenting with an exciting new gripping reflex and we're even working on a unique set of fingerprints! So, I'd say we've accomplished quite a bit sitting on that couch, wouldn't you?

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Mother Porcupine...

...Sitting On Six Eggs
by Zachary

It may not be accurate, but it makes a lot more sense than birthing them live. Doncha think?

Monday, May 05, 2008

Picture of the Day


"The Fwoot Basket" --Jacob

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Don't Miss

Elizabeth Foss' big news! Happy, happy.

Thank You All So Much!

Thank you, thank you, everyone for your kind words and congratulations. They mean so much. Every time I feel a wave of nausea, I come here and read your nice comments and it all just lifts like the morning fog, until it comes back again and I need to drink a bottle of Ginger Beer. I liked the stuff even before I read this (scroll down to the part about morning sickness). It helps.

Now, I don't have the worst morning sickness, and by that I mean I'm not as bad as some people I know who turn green and can't move or even some who have to be hospitalized to keep from becoming dehydrated. No, I just get queezy and woozy, and crave strange things. Nothing tastes good and everything smells wretched and sometimes I get dry heaves and gagging... not pleasant. I seem to be on a pattern this time around of two bad days, two goods days, two bad days. The good days are good. The bad days are...not pleasant.

About the cravings, they're really crazy. I don't mean that I crave ice cream with pickles in the stereotypical pregnant lady way, I mean my mind is constantly searching itself for something, anything in memory that might taste right, or even make me feel better or something like that. It just amazes me what my mind will come up with. I'll be driving along and suddenly I'm struck with this idea of American Chopped Suey like it's my salvation. Not just any American Chopped Suey either, but the fifth grade school lunch variety with the greasy hamburger meat and thin tomato sauce. Yuck. Thinking about it now just makes me ill. I didn't even like the stuff in fifth grade, but the appeal is this notion of a pure taste-- a true taste-- unlike all the funky off-tastes I've been enjoying lately. It wouldn't be saltier than I thought or spicier than it smelled, It would be just as I imagine it...or so I imagine.

I didn't chase that miracle Chopped Suey because I'd had a guacamole experience just like it two nights before. That time I did make the guacamole and put everything in as I should. How was it? Disgusting. The awful stuff lingered with me for the rest of the evening. I learned my lesson. These cravings are just thoughts of tastes I once knew, but cannot enjoy or even experience now. They're the devil's promises, I told my husband. I think I'll go have a Ginger Beer.

Thank you all, again, for sharing our joy!

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Number Six

Six Signs It's Time For Another Baby...

1. You can no longer lift the current "baby."

2. Your other children cup their hands and talk into your belly, "Hey in there...There's an empty seat in our van!"

3. You're out shopping and see a dress you like. You stop to look and realize that it's a maternity dress and rather than walk away, you actually stand there and consider buying it anyway. (Darn, why didn't I buy that dress?)

4. You buy a new house. New house, new baby. Everybody says so.

5. You're on the brink of having everyone out of diapers.

6. You just really miss that new baby smell, the little o's they make with their mouths, the soft skin against your cheek, the first baths, the little onesies, the tiny socks, their sweet sleepiness, and the joy of a new life in the home. And you just can't wait to share that with the children you have because they are old enough now to help out and enjoy it all with you.

We're very happy to say, we're just passed six weeks along with baby number six!

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