Category Archives: Just me

“You Can’t Be in a Hurry”

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625d2f5859f311e2b09522000a1f9363_5It was about this time last year that I received some good advice that has helped me in my journey of counting joys.  As a pregnant Mama to an active, almost-2-year-old boy, I’d ask any other moms that I came across, “How do you do it?  How do you manage everything with more kids?”

That was my concern, because I like to finish what I start.  And I like to fully commit to my tasks.  With my busy Little Man, and playful puppy, it already felt challenging to balance quality time with my husband, our son, and then having my hands free for enough moments to finish cleaning, plan a tutoring lesson, work on our house search, or prepare for my preschool class.  I wondered how that balancing act would look when there would be two boys, a toddler and a baby.

“How do you do it?”  I’d freely ask other moms who were a couple steps ahead of me.  And the answer that has stuck with me the most has given me the most peace when I need to be reminded of what’s really important.

“You can’t be in a hurry.”

That’s exactly what I needed to hear.
Because when I’m in a hurry, interruptions aren’t important.  Sticking to a plan is.
When I’m in a hurry, the clock becomes my idol.  And that might require sacrificing a peaceful attitude.

I definitely think it’s important to honor time commitments that have been made to other people.  But as much as it’s in my control, I want the people who are in my life in each moment to know that they are more important than any personal agendas that I have.

As a Mommy to two little boys, I definitely find more joy in loving them than in accomplishing whatever plans I’ve set out for the day.  In fact, my most important plan each day is to love people!

And I want that to be evident by being peaceful instead of losing my temper, because I know that their noise and energy is a gift.

I want it to be evident when I don’t worry about being late after changing our Buddy’s clothes 3 times because he kept spitting up on them.

I want it to be evident when I cheer on our Little Man when he slowly, slowly climbs and scoots down the hand rails on our way out of church.

Being a Mommy to two sweet boys has changed my perspective on time management.  Every morning I must remind myself that it’s more important to have a peaceful, loving attitude than to be in a hurry.  Because at the end of the day, I’d rather rejoice in the memories I made with my boys, even if they started out as interruptions, than in getting somewhere on time.

joy:  My newfound freedom in not hurrying.

Childbirth and Skydiving

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There’s something about childbirth that’s like sky-diving.
Well, I’ve never actually parachuted from a plane, but I’d imagine that the adventure encompasses emotions of fear, excitement, doubt, and joy!

As we approached the birth of our 2nd baby, I actually began looking forward to the adventure of labor and delivery.  The day he would be born- the weather, the circumstances, the timing, and everything that day- would become part of his birth story!  Our sweet Micah made his grand debut at 4:30am, Monday, July 2, 2012, and I definitely experienced all of those “sky-diving” emotions- fear, excitement, doubt, and joy.

Depending on what’s considered “labor”, this could’ve been an extremely long or a considerably short one.  I began feeling contractions on and off the Thursday before.  Then Sunday afternoon, they became more regular, about 15 minutes apart.  We were watching a Tyler Perry movie,  and I was rocking around on the exercise ball, hoping to get things going.  Who knew Madea could onset labor?!  Soon they were 8-10 minutes apart.

Some friends came over for the evening to play with Nolan just in case we had to book it to the hospital before my mom got in.  Although the contractions actually seemed to slow down, I was thankful for a toddler-free nap!  But when I got up, and back on the exercise ball, the contractions became a little more intense, every 8 minutes.  So my Hero, ready to take care of me, called my mom to come stay with our Little Man for the night.  It was looking like this would be the night!

Excitement: After 9 months of having this child growing inside me, I was more than ready to see his face and hold him in my arms!  This dream could be coming true this very night!

Fear:  From what I know and remember, labor and delivery is very intense and unpredictable!  Wondering about how smoothly this would go, I was aware that complications are always a possibility and pain is inevitable.

We went to bed around 10pm, knowing that we would need as much rest as we could get with the likely possibility that we’d be going to the hospital in the night!  With each contraction, I woke up, and timed it with an app on my phone.  (Yes, there really IS an app for everything!)

Around 1:30am, the contractions were 4-5 minutes apart and very intense.  Pounding my husband’s back, I gave him the not-so-vague cue: “We need to go to the hospital NOW!”  We scampered around to get shoes and luggage.  At one point I was crawling on my hands and knees out of the closet, determined to get things ready during a contraction.

Just like my last birth, I was planning to use the (husband coached) Bradley Method to help me make it through.  My amazing husband began his job in the car ride, coaching me in relaxation with each contraction.  By 2:15am, we were checked into a room, and I was in a lovely hospital gown, answering random medical questions, and experiencing contractions that were growing stronger and stronger.

At the initial exam, I was 1 cm dilated and 90% effaced.  NOT very encouraging since I expected the irregular contractions that started 4 days earlier to have been more effective.  However I was checked 1 hour later: 5 cm!  Whew!  These unbearable contractions really ARE doing something!  And 1 hour after that: 8-9 cm with urges to push!

Doubt: When labor became really serious and uncomfortable, I changed my mind and wanted to get out of being in labor, get out of being pregnant.  With each contraction, I wanted to get out of my skin!  But my amazing husband would make eye contact with me, help me to focus, and as I relaxed, it wasn’t unbearable anymore.  (It’s amazing how much focus it takes to simply relax during labor!)

“She says she has to push!” he called out to the nurses.  They paged the doctor, and it seemed that instantly everything was set up for delivery, even a bed for the baby in the corner of the room!

Since our first son’s birth took about 10 hours after being checked into the hospital, I was thrilled about getting to the “pushing” only 2 hours after arrival!  That excitement along with my handsome birth-coach helped me remain hopeful through the fierce contractions!

Once the doctor “allowed” me to start pushing, I waited for the first contraction and pushed, not quite as hard as I could have.  In between contractions, I rested and looked at the doctor and all the nurses in the room, anxiously waiting.  With the 2nd contraction, he was already crowning!  Even though he was so close to being born, I waited for the next contraction to do anything.  It seemed like the longest pause I’ve ever experienced!  Finally, with the 3rd contraction and jaw-clenched push, sweet Micah Robert was born!

Joy:  I can hardly believe that this precious child is ours!  The Lord has entrusted this incredible gift into our family!  I’m in awe of our Creator’s design and humbled to be this child’s Mommy.

1 boy + 1 boy = my 2 kids

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We’re in the waiting zone now!
Less than 2 weeks before the due date, July 4th.
He would be full-term and healthy being born any day now.
I’m getting more uncomfortable and anxious to meet this little dude!
It’s time.  Come on little guy!

During a lot of this pregnancy, I’ve been busy and rarely stopped to think about the fact that I’ll be “Mommy” to two boys soon.  When I did,  it was overwhelming!  My analytical tendencies surfaced as I contemplated how I would logistically make it through each day.  Between meals, diapers, errands, laundry, even just getting in and out of the car.  How does this all work?

I know that many many mamas do it all the time, and with even more children!  But how?!  One mother of 3 mentioned in conversation that “You just can’t be in a hurry.”  I’ve already begun to take her advice this summer.  As unexpected moods and situations arise from my Little Man, I’m not annoyed quite so much about postponing my plans.

But the greatest change in my perspective has come from seeing these 2 boys (one of which I’m anxiously waiting to meet) as unique individuals whom I have the privilege of discovering more about each day!

Rather than feeling like I have to figure how out a person would manage being “Mommy” to 2,
I’m going to focus on:

1 precious two-year old becoming a big brother, having a vocabulary that’s growing exponentially, taking care of the dog more everyday, becoming capable of even more games & physical activities, learning daily how to be a loving friend and a respectful son.

1 precious new baby, discovering the world, daily experiencing “firsts” of everything, being loved by a big brother, quickly growing, and receiving oodles of love through cuddles and kisses.  I can’t wait to see what he looks like and what kinds of expressions he’ll make!

When this baby brother is born, let’s see if I can let go of the pressure of being a perfect mother to 2, and just adoringly focus on 1 unique, individual toddler and 1 unique, individual new baby.

It’s not about the 2.
It’s about 1 + 1.

joy:  Nolan leaning into my belly to talk to his baby brother, “Hi Miyac!  Whey ooo!”  [Hi Micah, I love you.]

Does this make me look pregnant?

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Countdown to due date: 8 weeks and 5 days.
And many of my maternity clothes are already getting to be too small!

It’s so hard to describe what it’s like to have a little baby moving around in my belly!  And my Little Micah is quite a mover!

Jerking

Poking

Pushing

Wobbling

Shifting

……all happening under the skin of my belly, and I have no control over it!  It’s the weirdest thing!  This amazing miracle of pregnancy leaves me astonished!  And I know that there’s a precious child growing in there.  But I still can’t get over how weird it is sometimes!

And the weirdest part,
is that this basketball-tummy,
this jostling, round extension of my middle,
has become normal to me!

When I look down, and see this round tummy blocking sight of my feet,
and I see my belly button has been turned inside-out,
and then a wave moves across my abdomen because a little person is shifting around,
I have to wonder,

How did this ever become normal?!

I’m so thankful that this (like my first pregnancy) has gone very smoothly, and I feel great!  So it almost comes as a shock to me when I walk past a mirror and catch a glimpse of my body!  It just looks so funny, and I almost forget how disproportionally round my tummy is!

In a few months, I’ll have a little baby to snuggle with, and I’ll look back at pictures of his prenatal home.  I’ll laugh at how crazy it all is!  And even though I’m not there, yet, I’ll still look at this baby’s prenatal home, and laugh!

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Casualties in Moving

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“No one is hurt……..BUT……”

Have you ever gotten that kind of a phone call.  Or maybe you’ve been the one to make the call.

Luckily, I haven’t had to make many of those calls.  But now that we’re in the toddler phase with Little Man, I have a feeling that it’ll be happening more.

I was shocked to find that Little Man got into my lipstick and managed to smear it along the back door and a couple walls when we’d only been in our new house for less than a week.  But after the latest incident, lipstick doesn’t seem so bad after all!

Although we quickly unpacked almost all of our boxes, we’re waiting to get settled in more before we start decorating.  So currently, our dining room is a little shop of our own decorations to begin with.  Also, we were going to wait until last weekend to hang up the full-size mirror in the master bedroom.  It’s wasn’t just any mirror.  This thing was HUGE.  It was really more like a heavy piece of furniture, that would appear to be propped against the wall, but would actually be mounted into that position.

You may be wondering why I’m talking about this gorgeous, framed mirror in past tense.  And you can probably guess what the answer is…….Little Man.  (I would’ve preferred that he’d stuck with playing in lipstick!)  Before mounting the mirror, we kept it propped up with the mirror side facing the wall.  As I was organizing our closet last Friday, Little Man was working hard, too.

He managed to get between the mirror and the wall, and push that ginormous piece of furniture!

A corner of the frame crashed into the wall, leaving a nasty gash.
The back of the mirror crashed onto the bedside table and shattered!

Tragic.

One of our favorite pieces of furniture.

Destroyed.

This Little Man didn’t set out to be destructive.  He just happened to show off his strength in a place and a way that we never expected!

I would’ve taken a picture to share, but it was too sad to capture.

So I’ll keep telling myself a phrase that I’ll probably have to get more and more familiar with.

“It’s only a thing.”

joy: Beginning to imagine something new to go in its place.

We’re Here!

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We’re here!!!  I’m so thankful to be in our new house and that our old house is completely sold!  It has instantly felt like home, and even Little Man doesn’t seem to wonder about what happened.  He’s really enjoying having more open space to run around in!  Especially since we don’t have much furniture on the main level, yet!

I’ll share more stories about the adventures (and misadventures) in our new place.

But for now I really just have one word to sum up how I feel when I get up in the morning, go to bed at night, and everything else in between: THANKFUL.

joy: BOXES!

We’re Moving!

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It sure was an eventful weekend!

Within 24 hours, we accepted an offer on our house AND put in an offer on a home ourselves!  And they accepted it!

Five years ago, My Hero and I moved into the little blue house in a friendly little neighborhood.  Although it’s pretty small, without a garage, attic, or basement, it has been a PERFECT 1st house for us!

Vaulted ceiling, common area of the living room and dining area, hard wood floors, ceiling fans, and a rocking chair front porch

We love it!

 However, we’ve known that we’d want a little more space once we had a 2nd baby, and preferably we could move to Franklin- a quaint, charming town, further outside of the city, and closer to our church home.

After having our house on the market for about 6 months, we had our 1st offer.
Then within a couple of hours, through our realtors, we negotiated a price!
That in itself was hard to believe!

And since we’d need to be out by April 13, we knew that it was time to get serious about finding a house to move into!

So we spent all afternoon Saturday, looking at houses.
(Luckily, Little Man’s grandparents were in town to stay with him while we looked.)

By the time we finished looking at the 7th house, our realtor said, “This last one is pretty far out.  Are you sure you still want to look at it?”  But as we pulled up the driveway to the 8th house of the day, we all sensed that there was something special about this one.

And as we walked in, my prayer was answered.  My Hero and I both felt like we were home.

There are so many things that we love about this home!  And we’re especially looking forward to a greater opportunity to be a hospitable family!

joy:  Thank you, Lord, for answering our prayers to sell our house and find our next perfect house at the perfect time!


I Miss Loving Coffee

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My morning coffee ritual:

Fill 1/3 of my mug with milk.
Warm it in the microwave.
Pour coffee in.
Enjoy!

Holding the warm mug in both hands,
smelling the sweet aroma,
and sipping the hot, milky coffee
is like a warm, familiar hug to start each day!

I guess the caffeine helps, too.

During my first pregnancy,
I weaned myself off the caffeine and drank decaf.
But I looked forward to that warm, familiar hug
each morning.

During this pregnancy, coffee suddenly and tragically became unappealing to me!

I never knew it was possible to desperately want to love something that you really can’t stand.

While coffee and I had been distant acquaintances, it wasn’t until college that we became pretty tight.  I started going to coffee shops to study at night and quickly began to appreciate it’s delicious comfort!  And pretty soon, it was my extra motivation to get out of bed.

Now when My Hero drinks his coffee, I’m jealous.

But there’s no way that I’d take a sip even if he offered!

joy:  A new appreciation for green tea.

Potty Time

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Sssh!  Don’t say the “p” word!

[potty]

Little Man has become obsessed with it!
You’re probably thinking, That should be a good thing!
Well, it probably is.  But I’m starting to get a little annoyed, and I’m not sure what our next step should be or when we should make it.

We gave Nolan a training potty for Christmas, when he was about 19 months old.  We weren’t planning to push him into potty training.  I just wanted to have it there to get familiar with, and to have available for the time when he did seem ready.  Surprisingly, he instantly knew what it was for and peed in it for the first time, soon after we got home from our Christmas travels!  For about a month, he used it almost every other day when we asked him about it.  However recently, he has begun initiating it, and doesn’t even want to wear his diaper!  And today, he has begun telling me, “potty”, when we’re away from home and he’s doing it in his diaper.

Why yes, that IS Lightning McQueen!

Here’s our potty scenario over the past week (when we’re home):

Nolan: Pahyee!

Me: You need to go to the potty?

Nolan: Uh huh!

[We go into the bathroom.  He pees in the potty.  Then I start to put his diaper back on.]

Nolan: Pahyee!

Me: You need to go to the potty again?

Nolan: Uh huh!

[But when I put him back on the potty, he jumps up, hides in the shower curtain or pulls out things from under the sink.  So I pick him up, take him to his changing table to put his diaper on.  All awhile, he's calling out "Pahyee!" in a panicked voice.  But each time I take him back, he may or may not tinkle a little, then plays in the bathroom.]

So I’m a little confused as to what I should do next.

If we switch to pull-ups, what if he just keeps them off and pees around the house?

If I did start hard-core potty training now, I don’t even know how I would deal with it when we’re out of the house!  Or when he’s at preschool 2 days a week!

Isn’t he too young for this?

Alright Mommies and Daddies out there, I’m ready for suggestions and ideas!
What has worked for you?
What has not worked?
What do you think I should do next?

joy:  I’ll admit, I’m a little proud that Little Man quickly figured out how to use the potty!

My Hero on Valentine’s Day

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This morning, I looked through a scrapbook that I’d made about the beginning of our relationship.  I was reminded that homemade cards and creative gift cards or notes have always been more special to us than elaborate gifts.

Before we even began dating, Solomon gave me a ticket that he had made.  It was a 2-way ticket to his home in Indiana.  And for a Christmas gift, he gave me another homemade gift card, good for a breakfast at the Pancake Pantry.  There were several others like a trip to the batting cages and a surprise concert in the country.

I remember making cards for him, too, but they didn’t make it to the scrapbook.  One of our favorite memorabilia is a giant green ball.  During one of our summers in college, still before we were dating, I wrote a note and some scripture around this ball with a sharpie, and mailed it from the post office.

Maybe that’s what made this Valentine’s day so special.  He did send me beautiful roses and bring home amazing chocolate truffles from The Cocoa Tree and dinner from Bricks Cafe.  But my favorite part of this Valentines day was the notes hidden all around the house!

On my phone
In my keychain
In the kitchen cabinet
In the computer
In the dishwasher
In the handle of the water filter

The little loving notes that surprised me all around the house reminded me of what a thoughtful, fun, and amazing man that I married!

Solomon, you’re my hero!  And I love you with all my heart!

joy:  Celebrating a big love in simple ways