Sunday, December 20, 2009
I'm stealing this phrase from a fellow blogger who also has taken a long break from her blog:
"Is it just me or does the first blog post following a long break require all kinds of painful thinking, rethinking, writing, rewriting, and then a final oh-well-ing?"
Thanks, Cathy, that's totally how I'm feeling!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
"Now to find his aunt Lovie a birthday present so he could ask her a few questions. The gift was necessary. Among Hayeses, present-giving was both incessant and evanescent;
mounds of gifts were exchanged on every known ceremonial occasion, and it had long been clear to Raleigh that the contents mattered less than the ritual of (sloppily) wrapping and (rapidly) unwrapping as
many little surprise packages as possible.
His daughters, genetically infected, were always disappointed when on their birthday he presented each of them with "one really nice thing." In the continual family potlatch, merchandise rotated, season to season, Hayes to Hayes, without memory, as handy objects lying about junk-jammed houses were offered up, with bright paper slapped round them as "little surprises."
For Valentine's Day, Reba was likely to give Lovie the same brass figurine of an elf under a toadstool that Little Em had given Reba for passing her realtor's exam. There was no true Hayes who would not rather open a surprise grabbing of junk than dollar bills wrapped in wax paper. "
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Anyway, here we are in my 8 passenger SUV headed to visit my little sister, Abby. Jenny is Abby's doula. On Wednesday, November 18th, we got the call that Abby was in labor! Since it is November and there are mountain ranges to cross, and Jenny is 5+ pregnant, she gladly accepted a suggestion that we go pick her up and travel together.
We rotated who had to ( I mean GOT to) sit by kids, who drove, who slept, etc. There was always 2 adults in front, 2 adults in the middle, and the kids shifted around as kids are wont to do. Especially since this was our itinerary:
Portland to Redmond = 3 hours
Redmond to La Grande = 5 hours
Pit stops and drive-thrus added 1 hour
Grand total: 9 hours one way.
Then we woke at 6am and did the whole thing again in reverse.
Seriously, 18 hours of driving in about a day and a half.
Say ME if you have the best traveling kids in the whole wide world!
ME! I do! I do! I do!
All four kids (my three plus my nephew whom my wonderful parents are lovingly raising) were sooooo good the entire time! No tears, no complaining, no puking. They played barbies, soldier, coloring, iPoding, and car games
Here is a picture of my cute parents in the front seat. I know...they don't look old enough to be who they are. You know, grandparents of 11 Gkids!
And finally, though we missed the actual birth because my little sister is a mean birther (determined and a power-pusher), we made it to La Grande and met my newest nephew!
Get ready, you're gonna love his name:
Back at the hotel we put the kids to bed and convened outside in the hallway for chatting, crosswording, pizza eating bonding.
Sadly, due to the H1N1 hospital rules, children under the age of 18 are not allowed inside. So Mason, proud big brother, was not allowed to meet his little pal.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Amy and I have been painting pottery for years. It's one of her favorite things to do and we used to do it several times a year before the girls got home. We introduced it to Yolanta and Katie and they love it, too! So Amy and I decided to go again on our date.
I love her concentration on her rainbow stripes.
Admiring how she looks in the mirror. Especially with her newly pierced ears!
Now brace yourself....
She wanted ME to chop MINE, too. I was really close to agreeing, you guys. I mean, I really contemplated it. But I just am not ready. And if you're not ready to make a drastic change, don't do it!
This was the initial WHACK that the stylist did before washing it. I actually like it THIS length as it looks very cute on her. But no, Amy wanted to keep cutting. Sheesh!
Such a grown up feeling to get your hair washed by a professional, eh?
Amy specifically used the words A-Line when talking with the stylist. She even said "I don't want a bob."
So short in back! And just look at that face. Total genuine smile. She loves it.
The relationships she forms with her sisters, her mother, her father and her friends are genuine and meaningful.
Joy is her middle name and she brings it, makes it, inspires it and shares it.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I reminded the girls of their assignment and a little while later they returned to me with these letters. I was on the phone with my mom at the time and read them aloud to her and it brought tears to her eyes.
Indeed, I pray these letters brings hope to the brave soldiers fighting for peace, justice and freedom in this war-torn world.
The pictures do not do justice (because I took them with my phone instead of my camera).
I'll write it out for you (complete with misspellings).
This first one is from Yolanta.
Dear soldiers i hope you wont get hurt i hope that you win.
(with a million little hearts everywhere)
This second one is from Amy.
How are you?
Thank you for fighting for america! I am sure you are srong, brave, fathful. I pray you win.
Amy Joy Penn
(With a big heart surrounded by little hearts.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I started this last month from this here bloggy friend.
1. There are soooooo many blog posts I want to write that I find myself avoiding my blog. Does that make sense to anyone but me?
2. I want to hold Sarah's twins. There are bizarre phenomenons that happen in the lives of twins and I get this fuzzy neat feeling whenever I'm with them. Don't forget people, I am a twin!
3. Homeschooling my children is easy. But only when it's not hard. Much of the time it is hard. But that's only when it's not easy. I'm not sure what's more challenging: educating my children now that they are getting smarter and smarter and require considerably more than "The opposite game" or "Can you find the letter E?" Or perhaps it's getting harder because I now have three children instead of one child. And they all three have a different learning style and they are all at three different academic stages.
4. The love of my life, much of you know it's name as COFFEE, is starting to betray me. Is it my age? Is it too much of a good thing? My menstral cramps seem more severe when I drink caffeine, and my stomach seems more sensitive to the acidic wonderfulness. I've been drowning in tea as of late to test my suspicions.
5. Thanksgiving will be held at my house this year. It was a crazy idea that swept over me 2 days ago and now I feel a little scrambley. Confident and excited with a hint of frantic panic not far from my nerves.
6. Husband and I went to bed at midnight last night and found ourselves talking in the dark till 2:00am. Tears and laughter, prayer and hand-holding. I don't care how tired I was today, it was worth every second.
7. We might, just might, be putting our house on the market. It's in the early stages of still thinking about it, and we don't even know where we would go if it sold. But I'm feeling the winds of change blowing and it was confirmed with a peace of being willing to let go of my beloved house that I know you all know how much I love.
8. Last week I had the opportunity to hang out with 2 new lady friends. One came over to my house all afternoon and she was intrigued about the life and experiences of an adoptive family. So either I freaked her out or sparked a serious interest. We'll see. The other friend I went over to HER house for the afternoon and turns out we have lots in common and will probably grow to be fast friends. I'm excited to see where both these new friendships are headed.
9. I have zero upper body strength. I can do, quite literally, three push-ups. Sakes alive I'm weak! My long time ago friend but current facebook friend Sarah B sent me a link to go for the Hundred Push-Up Training Plan. Think I'll start that...tomorrow.
10. I'm off to take a bubble bath and read a book. Doesn't that sound divine!?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Well apparently only the outside of my ears are big.
Let me back up...
I have a cold right now. I've had it for a week or so. Coughing, headache, sinus-y issues. Nothing I can't handle. Until Saturday, Halloween.
My ear plugged up. And I mean REALLY plugged up. I'm sure anyone who saw me walking around must have thought I was on a self-prescribed jaw exercise regime -- or that I was trying to catch flies. I kept opening my mouth and pulling on my earlobe trying to unplug my ear.
It never unplugged and sound was diminishing.
Sunday morning I felt completely deaf in my right ear and started to have visions of me wearing a hearing aid and learning ASL.
Plus I still had this nasty cold where I lost my voice and had a dry cough every 90 seconds.
My mother-in-law was educated in the medical field and instructed me to go see an Ear Nose and Throat doctor right away before I permanently lost my hearing.
I took her advice and called first thing Monday morning. Of the 3 that were covered by my insurance and in my close-ish vicinity, the soonest I could get in was today, Tuesday morning at 9:30am. Thanks, Rachey, for watching my girls.
The ENT started looking around in there and decided to flush my ear to clean it. He used an ice-pick and hammer and it made me cry out in pain! So he switched to a toothpick and just kept jabbing away. He finally used a needle to scrape and finish the job.
Okay, so these are not the technical medical terminology for the instruments, but that's what it FELT like. Seriously, I had tears running down my cheeks it hurt so bad.
Apparently I have teeny-tiny ear canals.
The good doc said he has never seen such tiny ear canals on an adult before and had to use pediatric instruments! Looking at the degree on the wall, he's been doing this for 13 years. In 13 years I'm the first adult patient needing kid tools? I must be really special. Specially deformed.
Turns out I also have (and I quote) a shelf in my ear that blocks part of the canal. I'm having a hard time even visualizing that. A shelf? Are there books on it?
So with the combo of having wee ear canals, a shelf and mucus flowing through my sinuses from this cold, my ear was easily plugged up and blocked with lovely (disgusting) debris. Utter deafness.
I can't begin to tell you how bad it hurt to remove it. The water flush felt okay, if not super loud and a lot like a tidal wave in my head, but the scraping literally made me cry like a girl. And gave me a headache.
I'm on prescription ear drops to help my ear heal from all the scraping and avoid infection. Though my ear hurts a bit, I CAN HEAR! In fact, when I started talking to the doctor in the operating room---okay, doctor's office---I sounded funny even to myself because I could hear my voice from both ears! And there was no muffely sound accompanied by it. Fabulous!
Don't stick a Q-tip in your ear by the way.
And if you have miniture ear canals, I'll be seeing you at the ENT for the recommended twice yearly flushing. We can get coffee afterwards.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Amy dressed as a cheerleader (which I can totally see her being when she's older), Yolanta as Sharpay (from Highschool Musical) and Katie was a princess (of course).
All in all it was a fun holiday, except that I was SICK. Still am, actually. So I didn't get to go to the harvest party at church but I hear it was pretty awesome. Husband took the girls and they came home pumped up on sugar, bags full of candy and laughing their little heads off.
Monday, October 26, 2009
I have. It's today.
Also, we attended a funeral today. So that made me think about him even more.
And then I read a blog post of a lady who was in the process of adopting a baby girl from Haiti, but the baby died before the adoption was finalized - one year ago today. So I left a comment that maybe her baby was sitting on my grandpa's knee while Jesus told them a story.
I love you Grandpa. I miss you.
I love you Grandma, and I'm sorry your husband is gone.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Matthew 5:4