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Tuesday, June 17, 2008And We're Off.........on vacation, that is. We're leaving at the cheerful and reasonable hour of 4:00 am. Well, it's just easier to get an early start. For one thing, after the initial excitement, everyone usually dozes off for a while, giving us some quiet miles in the early hours. Eric is not allowed to doze off, of course. If everyone doesn't doze off, it's going to be a long morning. "Everyone" meaning "Molly," naturally. 14 hours in a van with a 9-month-old should be interesting. We're well seasoned with this kind of thing, though. And we've got her carseat way in the back between her two older sisters, who are beyond excited about being her primary caregivers during the journey. Heh. Little do they know. And so we embark upon another family adventure, and you will surely be inundated with Cute Beach Pictures upon my return. Blessings to all! Friday, June 13, 2008The Length of a Pregnancy?
   Why did her first nine months zoom by...unlike my nine-month pregnancy, which took its sweet time (particularly the final third)? Not that I didn't love being pregnant. You all know that I did. It's just that...wow. She's nine months old. And the little outfit she's wearing in the photos? It was Maggie's. Who happens to be fourteen. Nine months. Fourteen years. Life. But who's counting? Labels: baby Wednesday, June 04, 2008This Is Not PropheticI was lying on the floor of Molly's nursery while she played happily among random toys. After a while, Spencer joined us. He must have been bored. This, of course, made a light catnap possible, so I rolled over and got a little more comfortable. Spencer was busy trying to get a Very Old Crib Toy to play its ancient wind-up music. It seemed to have made him a bit nostalgic. "Did you ever think about being pregnant again after you had me, Mommy?" "Oh, yes," I said. "I wished for it for a long time." "I would love to have another baby." Do tell. "What if you had another baby when Molly was three or four or five?" "Ur, that's a little old for having a baby." "Well, maybe you could have one sooner." I continued my attempt at a catnap. "You could start being pregnant at any minute and only God would know. You could start being pregnant two seconds from now and you wouldn't even know it." That would be interesting. "Or you could start being pregnant in a week. Or in two months! Or --" I desperately wanted to stick a sock in his mouth. "Then the two babies would be in one bedroom." "Well, what if it was a boy?" Might as well play along. "Then we'd paint half the room for a boy and half the room for Molly." He's got it all figured out, doesn't it? Funny how mommies don't "get" pregnant when children don't know about the *S* word -- they "start being" pregnant. Like, you just lie on the nursery floor, minding your own business, when suddenly, poof! You start being pregnant. Just like that. What a frightening thought. I mean, it's been a dream with Molly. I've gone on and on about what a blessing she's been. But...sudden pregnancy on the bedroom floor? Mercy. I'll tell you what's really scary, though. When Jonathan was only two and a half and his baby sister was -- well, a baby, he told me that there was a baby in my belly. Smiling, I asked him who had told him that. His answer? "Jesus." Guess who was pregnant one month later. No, we weren't "trying." Yes, I was shocked. Though, to be sure, I shouldn't have been. Because my toddler had given me fair warning. God was sending another baby, ready or not. So. Do I discount Spencer's pregnant-in-two-seconds rant? In a word, yes. My sanity dictates that I do so. And anyway, as of tonight, Eric will be permanently moving into the guest room. Instant pregnancy, indeed. *shudder* Tuesday, June 03, 2008Geography"Mommy?" Spencer said between mouthfuls of dinner. "How do people live in Greenville when it gets soooo cold there?" "Greenville?" Pause. "I mean Greenland." Greenville. Greenland. We're splitting hairs, right? Erik the Red is rolling in his grave. Labels: family, homeschooling Monday, May 26, 2008Real, Honest-to-Goodness Friends
 Aren't they beautiful? Maggie invited her "ballet buddies" for a day-after-my-fourteenth-birthday pizza party. Not just any "pizza party," mind you. Eric made individual-sized gourmet pizzas, and we had extra toppings on the table so that each girl could add what she wanted. It was a hit. Girls are funny, though. You'd think I'd given them food ration tickets or something, considering the amount of toppings they put on their personal pizzas. Four pepperoni slices? Three sauteed mushrooms? I could have made a five-quart casserole out of the leftovers. "They didn't put much on, did they?" Eric seemed dismayed. "Oh, well they're girls," I said. "You know, it's a girl thing." He didn't know. "Well, I mean, women are the same way. When we go to a party, we take a teeny bit of this and a teeny bit of that, even if we really like it. We want to be...dainty." I don't know why I try to explain these things to Eric. All I know is, if this had been a boy party, my kitchen table would have looked like the remnants of a recent explosion, with little or no leftovers. I'll take a girl party any day. Anyway, I love these girls. I love that Maggie loves these girls. I tell her often what wonderful friends she has. When I was fourteen I didn't have friends like this. These girls are bonded -- bonded through dancing together, bonded through their shared faith. In whatever direction the Lord leads each of them, I believe that they will set out with lifelong deposits from each other. It's just that cool. So there you are -- a little tribute to my beautiful daughter and her sweet friends. Life is good! |
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I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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