Real Time

Most times when I write, I don’t get it posted until at
least a couple weeks later.  So if you
are of the sensitive sort that can’t handle when some the statements I say
aren’t exactly true, like “yesterday I was talking to friends” actually it
wasn’t yesterday.  By the time it gets
posted it was like weeks ago.  It is the
way I roll.

Anyhow, for me to write about what I do day to day, is
really hard for me, I’m not sure why.  It
just seems dull, like everybody will fall asleep while I explain my fixation
for my daily coffee.

But today, my friends I am writing in Real Time.  Written and posted on the same day.

Should I tell people that I lost my camera? It’s true.  I lose cameras. I buy a new one.  I break it.
I buy another new one, and a child drops it into the bathtub.  This is my third camera in a year’s time.  This makes my husband very frustrated. Can you believe it?

Shall I tell people how first grade is kicking my butt?  Right now I want my little preschooler back,
who is sweet and helpful.  Why the snark?
Why the tears? Why the incessant whining for an ipod?  This week we (me and Elena) are this close
(imagine my fingers are pinched together) to having a crying melt-down every
single day.

Can I tell you of the many mishaps my husband’s family has been having?  In November my sister-in-law had a preemie
baby, born at 27 weeks.  My SIL nearly lost
her life as she hemorrhaged.  A tiny baby
boy was born, 2 lb 3oz, and finally this week little Jevon has finally come
home weighing a whopping five pounds.  I’m
not even being sarcastic by saying “whopping” because that’s how it feels to
me.  I can’t believe he has doubled his
birth weight!  I can’t believe the
miracle of life, and how these tiny babies can survive and develop even if you
wished they would have stayed in utero longer.

The day he gets released from the hospital the phone rings, and we hear the
story of Gene’s nephew who was on a mission trip to Haiti, and after arriving,
was robbed, and then shot in the stomach.
So the last few days it feels like I’m on the computer searching for
updates, wishing there was something we could help with.  And I am amazed that with the fallout of the
shooting, things “Just happened” that Chad’s life could be spared.

I will tell you that I am a person who lives and let’s live.  If someone near and dear to me is having a
hardship I am not the first one
knocking on their door with a covered casserole.  I value privacy, and am an introverted
loner.  I have been realizing though,
that this is not the best way to live.  I
felt like God calling several months ago, to do more reaching out to others
instead of shrinking back in fear.  Do
the awkward thing, and invite people over, offer to bring meals, and stretch
myself. By golly, though I didn’t mean for everyone in my family to start
having super-stressful lives.

And right this instant its 5:00 pm and I should be making supper, but I decided
pancakes and eggs will be good enough for tonight, and that I can afford to
keep on writing.  The kids are upstairs
running and yelling with their cousins who dropped by to play.  I am ignoring them.

My life is good, but now I’m in a little bit of a winter.   You
know when you list all the things you have going for you, and intellectually
you know you have it SO good? Yet, you still feel a little lost?  That’s me right now.  I’m looking forward to spring.

And now it is 7:00, the pancakes have been eaten, my husband is working late
tonight.   I’m settling down with Elena to watch The
Biggest Loser.  Clearly I am not so busy
feeding the hungry, needy people that I have no time to bond with my eldest
child over people’s “weight-loss journeys”. (most over-used phrase on the show)

And now it is 10:00 and the children are all soundly sleeping.

Good night.
And God bless.
Especially after you read this somewhat depressing play by play of my evening.

On my Kids and Kittens

The other day I was feeling like I had been kind of neglecting Elena’s psychological wellbeing.  You know what I mean?  I hadn’t been ignoring her that day, but I hadn’t been super affirming either.  So I gathered her in my arms and said: 

“Elena, you know what, you are a really good older sister to Brandt, I just love when you…”

She interrupted me. “Mom, just stop talking!”

Well, I guess I won’t worry that she has a good self esteem.

She’s at a really cool stage right now.  Just a tad naïve.  When she’s being naughty, she’s scared to death I’m going to find her, so she gives me little warnings.  I’ll hear her voice in the bathroom. 

“Mom don’t come in!  Ok, Mom?  Don’t come in right now.  Don’t look at me Mommy.”

Could this be a tiny sign she’s doing something I don’t approve of?
Usually, yes.


Here she is with her
best dolly friend, Larisa.

Brandt has discovered one of life’s great pleasures:  eating.  He walks around munching food all day long.   He’s not even on the percentile chart for weight anymore.  Yikes. 


His other great loves are his Daddy and the outdoors.  Combine the two and I get stressed.  I open the door to let him play outside and he’s fine.  Gene comes home.   Brandt tears across the driveway, running after him, regardless of whom or what is coming.  There is lots of wailing and crying going on if Gene can’t absolutely, right now pick him up and carry him as he chores.

Oh yes, before I forget, he already loves to pick on his sister.  Purposefully he’ll grab her doll (or her book or any object really, that she has in her possession) and run away with a little grin plastered across his mug.   I would punish him more, but it’s just so cute.  (And by the time I get there, she has righted the situation by snatching it back)  Ah, such a harmonious, peaceful home.

 He really is a lot of fun.  He’s very happy-go-lucky, unless you steal his potato chips. 

These kitties have entertained the kids for hours.  I would advise any mother to invest in kitties for her offspring.  They’re great if you don’t mind incessant meowing and constant feeding and littering that seem to be a part of their nature. 

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Have a great week everyone.  Yes, we have about two more kitties to give away…Any takers?