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When Motherhood seems too hard

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I gave Kelly’s new ebook a plug on Facebook when she released it yesterday, but Perry called from work this morning to gently admonish me.  He reminded me how eagerly many of you received my Life With Littles and encouragement For Tired Young Mothers of Many posts.  ”Don’t you think Kelly’s book would strike a chord with your blog readers?”

I think he was right.  He usually is.

Motherhood When Motherhood seems too hard

Kelly Crawford of Generation Cedar has a new ebook for moms, and the title alone is perfect: Devotions, Advice & Renewal for When Motherhood Feels Too Hard.  Isn’t that every day?

When Motherhood Feels Too Hard is the daily inspiration you need to not just get through a day, but to FLOURISH as a mother, to build a home, and to ignite a passion in your children that will impact the next generation for the glory of God!

If the title wasn’t enough, I would be totally sold on Jennie Chancey’s review:

“This eBook is Kelly’s “cup of cold water” to mothers. We all need refreshment and encouragement when the hard days come, and Kelly has provided bite-sized (but meaty and thought-provoking) daily devotionals that urge us to take our calling as mothers seriously but remember at the same time that we are vessels of clay in need of God’s filling. These words are true whether you are the mother of one or the mother of ten! Thank you, Kelly, for sharing your beautiful insights into the calling of motherhood “from the trenches!” -Jennie Chancey, Ladies Against Feminism

When Motherhood Feels Too Hard is available as an instant download (PDF) or for your Kindle.  I’ll be starting my copy very soon.  Anyone want to join me?

 

Adrenal update

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About 2 weeks ago I asked what you all knew about adrenal fatigue, and you came to my rescue with more info than I could absorb in an adrenally fatigued lifetime!

I couldn’t help believing adrenal fatigue was the latest fad and I hated to jump on every bandwagon that passes my way, but I really do think we’re onto something here.  Even though we often live a lifestyle that appears healthy on the surface, I think moms of many are habitually sleep deprived and pulled in too many directions to think much about ourselves.  This isn’t necessarily a bad thing – I think much sanctification comes by children, and most of us would do well to think a little less about ourselves – but maybe it is hard on our health.

I’m a pretty easy-going person.  I’ve never felt like a stressful person, but I know that when I’m surrounded by circumstances that would be stressful to a higher strung person, I get heart palpitations and tachycardia that can last for days on end.  I also know that if I step back and look objectively, I had multiple sources of stress in my life over the past 2 years, often piled one on top of the other.  I thought I was handling things well, but maybe my body disagreed.

I had that conversation with my mom last week and learned that she feels exactly the same way.  We don’t feel stressed emotionally or psychologically, but our bodies feel it and react nonetheless.

My conclusion: I was suffering from a combination of mild adrenal fatigue and some early signs of what a dear friend calls, “Mad Cow Disease.”  I’ll let you guess what that means, but I’m almost 40.

I say was because I’m feeling better already.  For better or worse, I took a shotgun approach and made about a dozen changes all at once, so it’s hard to say which ones or how many are actually making a difference.

  • I cut back on sugar and caffeine.  Except dark chocolate.  We all know that’s good for you, and I don’t want to do anything detrimental to my health.
  • I am making a serious effort to get more sleep.  It’s not entirely in my hands, but I can certainly do my part.
  • On my midwife’s advice, I started taking an adrenal supplement.  I don’t want to be hooked on an expensive supplement and I wouldn’t be too quick to credit this except that my blood pressure, which normally runs in the comatose range, is suddenly very normal.  That has never happened to me – not during stressful times, not during pregnancy, not during labor, not in rain or shine, sleet, hail or snow…you get the idea.  I just woke up one morning about 5 days after I started taking the supplement and I was normal.
  • Progesterone should be helping with any signs of Mad Cow Disease.
  • I’m faithfully taking my Supermom vitamins plus a B complex and D3.
  • I plan to start walking regularly again.  I have a tendency to exercise hard or not at all, and I don’t go outdoors nearly as much as I should.  This winter has been warm and beautiful, and I’m a fool not to be outside at every chance.

As I mentioned, I’m feeling better already.  I didn’t feel terrible to begin with – I just didn’t have the energy that I think I should.  With an unprecedented gap after our last baby, I should feel like Wonder Woman.  Instead, I felt like I was trapped in the first trimester of a pregnancy – you, know, that part where you always feel like you need another nap?  Now I feel like it’s closer to where it should be.  Thanks for all your help and advice, and I hope some other tired mama can learn from this like I did.

Adrenal fatigue: what do you know?

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I mentioned on Facebook last week that my midwife was testing me for anemia.  What??  You don’t follow Life in a Shoe on Facebook?  Why not?

Anyway, I was at my midwife’s office last week for a blood draw.  This was my idea, not hers, because I am not currently seeing her for any other conditions including pregnancy.  That’s mainly because I am not, to the best of my knowledge, pregnant.

More accurately, it was Perry’s idea.  He thinks I have been rather more tired than usual over the past few months.  I’m not sure that’s true, but I am sure that I have more confidence in his observation than in my own memory or perception, especially if I’m unusually tired.

This was the first time I have EVER been stuck twice for a single draw.  I have fabulous veins, and have been told by various people in a non-creepy way that I would make a great drug addict.  If I liked needles and had higher blood pressure, I might also make a great blood/plasma donor.  As you’ll see, low blood pressure can be a problem when you’re trying to get something out of a vein.

When she stuck the needle right into my clearly exposed bright blue vein, nothing happened in the little vial.

“Hmm,” she said.  ”That’s odd.  I thought it went right into the vein.”  After a little wriggling and jabbing of the needle, we had nothing more than a few pathetic drops.  ”I’m so sorry.  I’ll have to try again.”  Poke.  Still very little action in the vial.

I began to think that instead of anemia, she should check me for a pulse.  Death causes lethargy, right?  I squeezed a squishy ball with my hand repeatedly in an effort to bleed compliantly, but it was slow going.  My blood pressure always runs low, but apparently I needed to drink more water that morning.  Looking at the thick dark sludge in the vial, I had to wonder if she was going to reconstitute it before sending to the lab.

After a long time, she smiled brightly and told me that the quarter vial she had would be plenty.

A few days later, the results are in: my bloodwork is beautiful.  No anemia here. (Does anyone know if mild temporary dehydration could skew the results?)

With anemia ruled out, I need to look at other possibilities.

What do you know about adrenal fatigue? My midwife suggested that as a second possibility.  I have enough symptoms to make it a strong possibility, but I also get the impression that doctors don’t necessarily think it’s a real ailment and everyone could have the symptoms on the lists I’m seeing.  (Do you crave sweet and/or salty and/or high protein and/or high fat foods?  Do you sometimes stay up too late, and have a hard time getting started in the morning?  Really?  You too?  No way!!!)

Of course it could also be the fact that I have been pregnant, nursing, or both for over 19 years without a break.

It could be because I am quickly creeping up on my 5th decade.  Er, that would be the 40′s.  Just like the 1900′s were actually the 20th century.  I’m not 50, though I like to think I would look great for my age if I were.

It could be the fact that my still-nursing 20mo baby only recently started sleeping through the night, and only in the loosest sense.  He still wakes often, and winds up in my bed more than what I would call “occasionally,” but less than “frequently.”  Is there a word for that?

It could be because although the baby is finally beginning to sleep a little better at night, the other young children are not.  I get at least one or two visitors each night, and on a busy night my bedroom looks more like a fast food drive through:

“I need a drink of water.”

“I need you to turn on the bathroom light.”

“Bethany has my blanket.”

“I’m scared of that little green guy on that cartoon I watched when I was 4.”

“Pant, pant, pant.”  Stare… (that’s the dog)

“Parker won’t sleep.”

“I need you to turn on the bathroom light.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Are you asleep?”

“The dogs pooped all over the living floor and I stepped in it.”

Gee, I don’t know why I’m so tired all the time.  Adrenal fatigue, or is it just life?  Or are they both the same?

To do today

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Since I have fallen off the blogging wagon – is it just me, or does that seem to happen every December? – I’ll share today’s To Do List here instead, in the hopes that I’ll somehow feel more accountable to actually do the stuff after announcing it to the People of the Internet.

Mom’s To Do List 12/14

  1. Assemble 4 orders for Geneva Bible Pages so they can ship tomorrow. Done! Just added single bookmarks to our Geneva Bible Page shop on Etsy. Now there’s a choice that is less than $10 with free shipping!
  2. Make some Mounds and Almond Joy bars. Done, with lots of changes.  I took the suggestion of a commentor on Lynn’s post, and baked it with a shortbread base.
  3. Try Tammy’s Chewy Granola Bars recipe. Done exactly as directed, and cooling on a rack.
  4. Fix the shadecloth over the deck, which tore loose last night and had to be temporarily tied down to keep it from breaking the windows as it flapped in the wind.
  5. Figure out what’s for dinner, and start it sooner than 8 PM now that Perry is back on 1st shift and will know if we don’t eat before 9 o’clock.  :)
  6. Write my 4 Moms post for tomorrow.
  7. Wash a mountain of dishes, since all my big girls are gone today and we didn’t do dishes last night.  Done, for the moment.  There will be a new mountain soon enough.
  8. Make homemade Nestle Crunch for the 5th time in the last 2 weeks. Done, and this time on impulse I made an add’l batch with – brace yourself – bacon bits.  What do you think?
  9. Kiss my Hunney. Are you kidding? This isn’t getting crossed off no matter how many times I do it.
  10. Finish my To Do list.  OK, I’m kidding.  My list never ends.  I just remember more things and make it a little farther down some days than others.

Bah, humbug.

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candycanes 300x225 Bah, humbug.Will you hate me if I confess that I don’t like the holiday season?  That’s not to say I don’t like Christmas.  I am unspeakably grateful for God’s gift of His Son, and for the salvation that flows out of Him. But I don’t like all the stress and tension and busy-ness that invariably accompany the holiday. Six weeks of…

  • a schedule gone topsy-turvy, which is to say no schedule at all.
  • heavy traffic and nightmarish lines in the store every time I leave the house for milk.
  • hype and hysteria in my inbox.
  • gift planning, shopping, shipping, for everyone you love – because of course you must buy a gift for everyone you love or even like.
  • tired, cranky children who are perpetually overdosed on sugary holiday sweets.
  • looking for addresses for Christmas cards.  If you think it doesn’t count just because I haven’t actually finished Christmas cards in 10 years, you’re wrong; guilt just adds to stress.
  • cranky, scroogy Mom trying to put on a cheerful face and pretend she’s having fun and getting enough sleep, because what sort of person doesn’t like Christmas?!

Sometimes, I envy the Ingalls and their blizzards.  A quiet Christmas at home with little fanfare and one small gift apiece for immediate family sounds appealing.  But who am I fooling?  Quiet, with 12 Coghlans trapped inside?  I can hear the maniacal laughter already. I know that the problem is with me and my attitude, because much of the tension flows out of our blessings:

  • If we didn’t have money to spend on Christmas, we wouldn’t have to figure out who is on our list and what to buy them.
  • If we were struggling to put food on the table, we wouldn’t have to begrudge the time spent on cooking all those holiday goodies.
  • If we didn’t have children, we wouldn’t have to put up with their insulin-driven rollercoasters.
  • If we didn’t live in a prosperous land, we wouldn’t have to deal with traffic jams and sales announcements and endless mobs of shoppers.

And if we didn’t have a Savior, we wouldn’t have to concern ourselves with how to celebrate His birth.

photo credit: Patrick Q

Saturday Snapshots

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Thank you to everyone who gave alliterative ideas for naming this weekly feature.  I was really on the fence, torn between several suggestions, but here’s what pushed me over the edge: I very recently started including random fun photos of my children, and the idea of a snapshot of my week gave me the idea that I could choose a snapshot of a child that somehow represented my week.

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My week was crazy

So, I had a crazy week, and it’s not over yet.

Actually, last week was crazy too, but the two have merged in my mind into ONE SUPER CRAZY WEEK.  Which really plays nicely with the photo above, don’t you think?  Sorry, Inashoe Child.  Maybe if I don’t mention your name, nobody will recognize you and you can retain your anonymity.

A few highlights of the last week – er, 2 weeks – er, I don’t know how long because time has lost all meaning.

  • I jumped in the van Tuesday morning after checking my email and drove 80 miles to help friends move all day.  I brought a few children, dropped some off on the way and picked up others, and we got home about 10 PM that night.
  • That night, I stayed up til after midnight finishing another project I had already committed myself to.
  • Wednesday: I helped our friends finish moving.  I had to leave them to get to VF for a project I was committed to and to take dinner to a recovering friend.  Home very late.
  • Thursday: we had all my kith and kin over for an impromptu cookout.  I have a lot of kith and kin.
  • Friday: we all went to my sister’s house 55 miles away for a long, fun, late Friday night celebration.
  • Saturday: Perry and most of the older girls left the house at insane o’clock in the morning to go play soccer 50 miles away in insane triple digit temperatures.  They do this every Saturday morning.  They arrived home just in time for all of us to go to my mom’s house for the Big Family Labor Day Cookout.  Got home late, bathed the kids – well, the stinky ones – and prepared food for tomorrow’s church fellowship meal.
  • Sabbath:  Worship and rest, but we didn’t get home til midnight because we went straight from church to friends’ home and stayed insanely late.  Those poor people.
  • Monday: a blur.  I have no clue what I did all day, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do stuff.  It probably means I did too much. Oh – I remember.  Went to town with hubby to research materials and take measurements for repairs on the pastor’s home, mentioned below.  Got home after dark.
  • Tuesday: our weekly potluck topped 40 people, and poetic justice struck home.  Our last 10 guests didn’t leave until midnight.  We love them and didn’t mind a bit, but the next morning…
  • Wednesday: I got up early with Perry and went to work with him and 3 children, so I could help edit the new Vision Forum catalog.  Oooh, good stuff a’comin!  Got home around 10 PM.
  • Thursday: Cancelled my dentist appointment so we could keep our lunch date with sil and her 3 kids.  We get together every Thursday now and take turns hosting.  She brought her flute, guitar and xylophone. I broke out my violin, and 2 of the kids played guitars too.  Fun!  Also worked on food and lodging for a big crew of volunteers who will be doing repairs on our pastor’s house.  Perry is heading the project, and I’m in charge of the food.
  • Friday: feeding lots of hungry men 50 miles away.
  • Saturday: feeding twice as many hungry men 50 miles away.  Also preparing dinner for the church fellowship meal tomorrow.

Do you see?  Do you see why I have a category called Mom Needs Sleep?  Do you see why I use that crazy pic to represent my week?  Do you see why I hardly read any blogs all week and have very few links to share?  Did you even read this far down the post?  Really, did you?  Tap, tap.  Is this thing on?

Here are my links for the week, a snapshot of my reading for the past 7 days.  Enjoy.

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I know when to fold ‘em

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Life on the road with kids is not all sunshine and lollipops.  I’m pretty sure I should have known that already, but I’ve been reminded again.

We have had wonderful visits with family and friends, old and new over the past 7 days.  I’m so very glad we spent a few extra days in the D/FW area.

However, our last stop has been cancelled.  We were going to attend a meet-up in Austin with bloggers, readers and various internet personages, but have decided to go straight home instead.

After 7 days, we are cranky and sleep deprived.  Some of us who were previously toilet trained are back in diapers.  The temps have been over 100 and without working a/c in the van we are probably smelly.  There is a stink in the diaper bag and I can’t seem to locate the source, so the baby’s clean clothes smell very unclean.  We only packed clothes and diapers for a 3 day trip.  Some children are complaining of sore throats, and I have a headache.

Oh, and I am whiny.

Anyone who met us for the first time this week would not come away with a good impression.  Sometimes you gotta know when to fold ‘em.

This was my philosophy back when a road trip consisted of hitting 4 grocery stores with 6 children 8yo and under, and it’s my philosophy today.  You just don’t put yourself and your children out there when you know you won’t be a good witness to those around you.  You slink home to repent, recover and recuperate, and venture out another day.

4 Moms Naptime linky

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It’s Thursday yet again, and this time the 4 Moms are talking about naps this week.  I wish I could say we were taking naps instead of just talking about them, because like most moms I feel like I operate on a perpetual sleep deficit.

I’ve spent a very large proportion of the nighttime hours of the last 18 years doing night feedings, soothing nightmares and night terrors, changing wet sheets, bathing sick children along with the sibling who woke up with vomit in her hair, checking the breathing of a baby who is sleeping too well…and loving every minute of it.  Well, more or less, in a theoretical kind of way.

I certainly haven’t pulled all those night shifts alone, and this is where my hunney would probably appreciate it if I mention that he often sends me to bed early while he battens the hatches, and I have to give him credit for helping me to get as much sleep as I do.  No, he’s not for sale.

Oh, but I was supposed to talk about naptime, wasn’t?  For the kids, you mean?  Very well, then.

Once upon a time, when all the Coghlan children were very young and small, we all had naps or quiet time every single day without fail.  Maybe you’re wondering about the difference between a nap and quiet time?  If you were young enough or tired enough to fall asleep, it was a nap.  If you managed to stay awake the whole time, it was quiet time.

If the kids are doing quiet time while Mom takes a nap, you might have a problem.  You might also decide that the nap was worth the mess you found when you woke up, provided the toddler didn’t wander down the street wearing nothing but a diaper.  I’m not saying this ever happened to me, but I’m also not saying that something similar never happened.

am saying that training is important.  The little ones can and should be taught to stay in bed until nap time is officially over.  This will take an investment of time on your part, but it is sooo worth it.  Stake out the door for a few days or weeks, and you will have years of afternoon peace for your own nap/quiet time.

For one particularly stubborn child, I used a scarecrow. My husband once bought a tiger mask that covered not just his face, but his entire head.  When he wore it and went about the house on all fours, even I felt a lump of fear in my stomach.  It was realistic and terrifying, and even after the novelty wore off, our strong-willed toddler was still afraid to open the toybox if she thought the tiger might be lurking in the depths.

Heh, heh.  Call me a bad mom.

At nap time, I tucked her in and gave her a kiss.  I reminded her to obey and stay in bed, knowing full well she would try to creep out as soon as she thought I was down the stairs.  I closed the door behind me and perched the tiger head on a chair just outside the door, right at eye level for a 3yo.

That may have been the last time she got up during nap time.  Ah, memories.

It’s been years since we did a daily household-wide quiet time.  The definitions of nap time and quiet time still stand, but those of us who don’t regularly melt into a quivering heap of tears at the end of the day usually do without either these days.  I don’t necessarily recommend this.  I think quiet time can be especially beneficial for a large and busy household, and we’re always talking about going back to the good old days.

Naptime reading

Our kids love when I read aloud to them – doesn’t every child?  I have found that naptime is a perfect time for read-alouds.  It entertains their brains while their little bodies are winding down.  Since they all sleep in the same room, I can read to all of them at once after they’re tucked in.

I often read something short and sweet for the very little ones (Goodnight Moon and Sandra Boynton’s Going to Bed Book are favorites), but I find that they also enjoy the chapter books I read for the slightly older children.

We recently read through several of the Boxcar Children series, and in the past have also read Little House books, the Chronicles of Narnia, and some others that slip my mind at the moment.  Chapter books give them a reason to look forward to naptime, a chance to wind down during naptime, and something to discuss after naptime.

The linky: your favorite naptime book(s)

We promised a linky today, and here it is.  Share your favorite naptime reads and link up here.  When you join the linky at one of the 4 Mom’s, your link will show up on all 4!

Please remember the linky rules:

  1. You must link to a specific relevant post on your blog.
  2. Your post must include a link to at least one of the 4 Moms.
  3. The post you link to must be completely family friendly.

If your link is deleted, you probably didn’t follow one of the rules above. Please feel free to add your link again once you have fixed the problem. If you don’t know why your link was deleted, please ask.

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    4 Moms Q&A: toothbrushes, internet filters, taming the stuff monster

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    4moms35kids 4 Moms Q&A: toothbrushes, internet filters, taming the stuff monster

    It may be Thursday when you read this, but let me warn you: my brain has no idea what day or time it is.  I’m writing this post on Tuesday because I have a 6 hour drive to make tomorrow (yesterday?) and it feel like Wednesday already, because it’s actually Tuesday but I was up ALL NIGHT with a sick baby.

    If you think that was confusing, try using my brain.  Take everything that follows with a grain of salt – or maybe with a martini, if it seems more suitable.

    Since today is the Q&A session and my brain is fried for want of sleep, who thinks it would be a good idea to use this post more for entertainment than actual advice?  Or maybe you could think of my answers as a test, marking a true/false checkbox next to each one?  Yes, I like that idea.  We’ll do that. 4 Moms Q&A: toothbrushes, internet filters, taming the stuff monster (Who can name the source of that quote? No peeking at the link.)

    Question from Renee:

    I have a silly question for you. I know you have mentioned that you have one bathroom and there are 12 of you. Well, there are 7 of us and one bathroom, and I was wondering how you store the toothbrushes in the bathroom. Right now I have a small basket that holds everyones brush and a tube of paste, but everyone is complaining about their brush touching someone elses. Any suggestions?

    Answer:

    We have toothbrush troubles too, but ours are slightly different:

    Toothbrush Problem #1 – We often find ourselves with a collection of 27 toothbrushes, and nobody knows where all the extras came from or who they belong to.  About twice/week, we have to thin down the toothbrushes so that the size of our collection resembles the number of occupants in our house.

    Toothbrush Problem #2 - We have tried several different toothbrush holders, and none do a good job of keeping 12 toothbrushes both secure and sanitary.  A pint jar keeps them secure, but quickly collects sour moisture in the bottom.  A traditional holder with an open bottom keep them more sanitary because it’s open on the bottom, but they are constantly falling out, especially if we try to cram 12 toothbrushes into a holder designed for a family of 4.toothbrush holders 4 Moms Q&A: toothbrushes, internet filters, taming the stuff monster

    I recently ordered several of these.  They don’t look especially durable, but they’re inexpensive so I ordered extras.  Each holds 4 toothbrushes, and they can be mounted in groups or trimmed to fit your family size.
    When they arrive, one will be mounted high for Perry and me and a couple of wee people who really don’t need the ability to swish their toothbrushes in the toilet unattended.  The others will be mounted lower, and each person in the family will have precisely ONE SPACE for his/her toothbrush.

    Any toothbrush found in the wrong space is subject to toilet dunking, or unauthorized use, which may be even more disgusting in the opinions of some.  Especially if it’s used to brush the dog’s teeth.

    TRUE OR FALSE?


    Question from Kelly G.:

    Hi Kim, I’ve been reading your blog for a while, and I wanted to ask you if your family uses an internet filter, and if so which one? We haven’t had the best of luck with them, they either don’t work very well or make our computer so slow it’s unbearable.  Just wanted to hear your thoughts on internet filters.

    Answer:

    banner7 4 Moms Q&A: toothbrushes, internet filters, taming the stuff monster We don’t use an internet filter, but we have used Covenant Eyes internet accountability software for many years.  This lets anyone in the house access any site, so we’re not limited or enabled by the standards of the filter which may be very different from our own standard.  It also doesn’t slow down our browsing like most filters do.

    Instead, Covenant Eyes tracks all internet browsing (even in browsers with privacy settings) and mails a report to one or more accountability partners you have chosen.  The report is laid out to make it easy for you to quickly scan for potential trouble spots so you don’t have to look at each and every url visited since the last report, but you can also do that if you feel the need.
    Covenant Eyes works for Windows, Mac, and iPhone/iPod devices. I was excited to learn that they’re hard at work on an Android app too.  Once the software is installed on a device, it can’t be uninstalled without sending a warning to the accountability partner, so it’s very difficult to circumvent.

    The software itself is free and can be installed on as many devices as you want.  You just pay monthly for one account that can be used on any device which has the Covenant Eyes software installed.  An account can be shared by the whole family unless you want everyone to have separate logins so that you have separate reports for each user.  The first account is $8.99/month and add’l accounts are only $1.50.

    That’s a lot of details, but I guess it shows you how much we appreciate CE.

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    TRUE OR FALSE?


    Question from Debs:

    I can”t remember if you’ve talked about this before, but having been pregnant lots, I wondered if you had experience of nursing while being pregnant with the next baby?

    I’m still nursing my 16 month old and neither of us is ready to give that up, but I’m also at that sort of stage where I wouldn’t be at all surprised to have a positive pregnacy test in the near-ish future.

    Do you have any thoughts or advice you could share on the subject?

    Answer:

    The gaps between my pregnancies have changed over the years, but my pattern has not: When the baby starts getting more of his/her nutrition from the table than directly from me, my fertility returns.  I’ve always been still nursing a baby when I find I’m pregnant with the next.

    For me, this hasn’t been a problem.  I generally find that it takes the edge off the overpowering nausea but does make me more tired, a difficult tradeoff since exhaustion often contributes to morning sickness.

    In the end the baby always ends up gradually weaned at some point before the middle of my pregnancy, so I have never tandem nursed.  Most of the time this happens on accident: the baby becomes more interested in food and I become less interested in nursing, mainly because I’m spending so much time vomiting.  At any rate, weaning has never been an abrupt or traumatic experience in our family, and morning sickness helps me lose those last few pounds that just don’t come off while I’m nursing.  See?  A silver lining around the sickly green cloud that surrounds the first half of pregnancy.

    TRUE OR FALSE?


    Question from Donna:

    We have 6 children and even though we only give them each 3 gifts at Christmas, when you add in grandparents and others, we easily have 40 something gifts coming into our house.  Storage is a problem.  I regularly keep a bag or box that I toss things into for Goodwill, but it’s still a challenge. Do you have tips?

    Answer:

    We have struggled with the same problem over the years, but seem to have reached a point of equilibrium and understanding with both the children and with well-meaning relatives.

    On the one hand, everyone now understands that space is at a premium in our home.  Some will ask us for suggestions or run an idea past us before making a purchase, doing their best to come up with ideas that don’t simply add more “stuff” to the house.  Others simply understand that gifts are often passed along rather quickly to make room for others.

    The children have come to grips with the fact that if they receive a lot of new items, they’re going to have to make some difficult decisions about what to pass on to others outside, whether it be old stuff or new.  They have also learned to understand that it’s not an insult when a gift they give to a sibling does not necessarily become a deeply treasured heirloom to be passed on to descendants.

    I think the old saying is trite but true to a certain extent: “It’s the thought that counts.”  Among the dignitaries of etiquette (Emily Post and Miss Manners come to mind), it’s well established that a gift comes with no strings attached, and while a genuine thank you is most definitely in order, the recipient is under no obligation to keep, use or display a gift for any set period of time.  This concept frees us from the guilt of purging and allows us to thin our belongings to only what is truly meaningful and/or useful to us.

    I’ll confess to one more way we keep the stuff-monster under control: attrition.  Stuff breaks in our house.  A lot.  And we really don’t get worked up over because, well, we know there will be plenty more stuff heading our way and we really didn’t need it all in the first place.

    There’s a fine line, I think, between poor stewardship and not caring for the things of this world.  I fear we often find ourselves on the wrong side of that line, but we try to get it right.

    TRUE OR FALSE?


    Question from Sarah:

    My mother was/is a stay at home mother; however, she viewed her position as one of dedication to raising children and taking on all the responsibilities of the household.  She thought the children should not be made to do chores, but rather be children (i.e., play).  (And she wondered why we would whine when asked to do anything around the house.)  Her attitude has been a huge help with my new baby, she cannot get enough of spending time with the baby – loves babies.  Unfortunately this has put me in a spot of not knowing how to raise a helping child.  The only options I know are you let a child get away with everything, or discipline them into “submission”.  I know there has to be a better way, so this leads me to my question for your pile – I would be interested to know what you have learned with your kids on best practices to raise a cheerful helper.

    Answer:

    What a blessing your mom is to you!  You’re smart to be thankful for her strengths while recognizing where you can do better.

    When it comes to children and work, remember that we should be training them into adulthood, not endless childhood.  Parents do their children a disservice when they let them practice at being childish until they are adults.  Now what?  These adult children have no idea of how to act or work like an adult, and must spend the next portion of their lives figuring it out for themselves, or simply avoiding it.

    In my experience, children love to help while they’re little.  This often isn’t helpful for us – it may take longer to do a chore with the help of a little one than to do it alone.  But this is when you can most easily nurture and nourish that desire to help.  This is when your child is forming ideas and opinions about work, and if household chores are associated with warm fuzzy memories of sweet time with Mommy, your future looks bright!

    What it comes to, then, is teaching your child that work is good for us.  For a little one, it’s fun times with Mom.  As you work together, begin planting thoughts for later: explain that God gave Adam work to do even in Paradise, that the Bible speaks severely about laziness and indolence, that in all labor there is profit (Pro. 14:23), that we are to glorify God in everything we do (I Cor. 10:31).

    Expect some resistance now and then.  Children are sinful like the rest of us, and we’re all prone to laziness in one degree or another.  Realize that your children will likely mirror your own flaws and weakness, and set a good example in your own approach to work.  Make sure it’s an attitude your children can see and hear: talk to them about your work, and why and how you do it.

    TRUE OR FALSE?


    Question:

    I have been listening to you on the Baby Conference mp3s while I nurse my 2 month old twins.  Question for you…how do you handle sickness in your large family?  My other children are 10, 8, 6, and 5.  I believe we have the influenza bug starting in our home.

    Answer:

    We don’t really “handle” sickness.  We go about our business.  The sick ones go on light duty, doing school or chores if they’re up to it, or camping out in bed if they’re not.  The rest of us avoid sharing cups with anyone is, was, or might soon be sick.  That sums up our policy on sickness.

    OK, maybe there’s more.

    We take extra vitamin C and D3 when we remember, and…well…that’s it.  Yeah.

    Unless you want to take notes so you can blog the really, really bad ones.  That way you can laugh someday about how ____ puked in ____’s hair while she was sleeping, then ____ woke up, saw what had happened, and threw up on _____.

    What?  You don’t have one of those stories yet?  You will.

    TRUE OR FALSE?


    Question from Jenny:

    Hey Kim, Can you talk about dogs? Specifically, what to do when dogs drive you crazy? Needy dogs? How do you instill a love of animals in your kids…and be nice to the dog when you don’t feel like helping one more needy creature?

    Answer:

    Jenny, I’m really glad you asked this question.  My husband likes to tease me about ovarian guilt, a phenomenon mostly related to mothers and their children, but I think I feel more guilt when it comes to dogs.

    We have 3 dogs.  Two are beloved pets, and one is not.  In all fairness, I should also mention that one of our dogs likes to eat treats from the cat box.  Can you guess which one?

    I guess you could say that like people, some pets are easier to love than others.  You just have to do it.  Love is not an emotion, but an action.  Maybe you don’t have to love pets, but you can say the same thing about kindness, mercy, and being nice to the dog even though her breath really, really stinks.  You don’t have to feel it in order to do it, and your children can understand this too.  Sometimes a dog just needs a nice pat on the head or a good belly rub.  He doesn’t have to know what you’re thinking at the moment.

    We make a bit of a game out of saying mean things to the poop-eater in a sweet, syrupy voice.  She loves the attention, wriggling with joy as we address her and list off her faults.  I don’t recommend trying this with the annoying humans in your life, but it might make you feel better about the dog.


    Question from Lisa:

    My question is about your chickens. This could probably be a post in itself, or perhaps you have already done so? I just want to know all about them: how you assign care for them, how you handle the eggs (dirt, storage, etc.), predator protection…anything else you can think of. I ask because we have a small flock of our own (23 hens + a rooster), but living in the middle of Alaska, and only being a family of three and one on the way, we probably “do chickens” differently, especially because they are literally cooped up for much of the year. Thanks!

    Answer:

    I think Lisa is right.  This could easily be a post in itself and I have posted about our chickens in the past, but because my judgment is sleeping while my fingers type on unattended, I’m going to answer her questions in quick bullet fashion:

    • Lydia does the daily animal chores in our family, including chickens.  This is at her request, because she really enjoys animals.  I’m glad, because she is a mature, trustworthy gal and I can count on her to remember to lock up the coop at night.
    • We usually gather eggs more than once/day and put them straight into the fridge in styrofoam egg cartons that our friends save for us after they’ve eaten their store-bought eggs.  I’m still working to teach the kids to wash the dirty eggs, but clean eggs should not be routinely washed as this removes a protective coating.  At first, we marked the cartons by days of the week so we could remember to eat the oldest eggs first.  As it turns out, we have no trouble eating our eggs in a timely fashion so this system has gone by the wayside.
    • With 3 dogs and a fake owl, we have very little trouble with predators.  I’ve seen foxes and hawks have a go at the girls every now and then, but numbers remain fairly stable with no extra precautions beyond a nightly lock-up in a secure coop.

    Apparently the auto-pilot function on my brain crashed, because the post ends here.

    The other moms are taking questions too:


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  • Distraction

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    I’m not going to complain.  Really, I’m not.  I just want to mention that while working on a weekly 4 Moms post, there may be mitigating factors in the life of a mom of 10.

    They might include:

    • 2 big girls who are gone for the day.
    • A 2yo in the very midst of potty training, who has learned to pee in the potty but not to empty her bladder while doing so.  A 2yo can hold an amazing amount of urine, especially when it’s divided into 2 tsp. portions.
    • 2 children who desperately want to start learning to play violin.  Today.  I am the resident violin teacher.
    • A nursing baby who is also teething and has just begun to crawl.
    • Another child who is teaching herself to play the piano, and has the attention span to spend all day on it.  Today.
    • One crazy boy.
    • Some other kids that I should probably be checking on.  I wonder what they’re up to?

    Of course I can tell the musical children to take a break and help out, but my ovarian guilt forbids it.  I don’t want to discourage them, and they are making great progress.  So instead I try to create a 4 Moms post under all the distractions one might imagine.

    I can complain, get angry, get frustrated, or just shake my head in wonder at the number of distractions that can occur.  Really, it’s amazing.  It’s so incredible it’s comical.  So I choose to laugh.

    C’est la vie.

    My phone is smarter than me.

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    After years of month-to-month service without a contract, paying for our own cheap and crummy phones as the old ones broke, we were seduced by technology.  We have new phones.  Practically free phones.  Fancy phones.  Smart phones.

    Why do they call them that?  They make me feel dumb.  Is that it? It’s a Smarter-Than-Me Phone?  First I can’t find the homepage or desktop or whatever we call that starting point.  Then it’s there – what did I do to get it?  My finger twitches reflexively and it’s gone again.  Where did it go?  Help!

    New technology toys make me think of this.  I feel his pain:

    I knew my phone had a learning curve, and I knew my own curve would end as soon as the shine was gone, so I resolved to spend as much time as possible on that curve in the first few days.  I know myself and my weaknesses, and one is that I learn just enough to make a device do what I want it to do, then I lose interest.  I wanted to have a good grip on my phone’s capabilities before my complacency kicked in so that I could use it to its fullest extent.

    Here’s what I’ve learned about Android so far:

    1. It’s not an iPhone.
    2. Cnet was right: it’s much less intuitive than an iPhone.  I’m glad I jumped on the learning curve while my enthusiasm was high.
    3. A smartphone can literally do anything a laptop or netbook can do, but…
    4. Anything that requires typing is painfully slow.  I expect to get better at that, but I can’t imagine my thumb speed will ever approach my typing on a real keyboard.
    5. Did you know you can use your phone to check your pulse?
    6. What starts out as a forced march up the learning curve can turn into an adenaline-rushing freefall.  I should ask someone to save me, but I’m having too much fun!

    Here are my 10 favorite free apps so far:

    1. Gas Buddy: a savings of a few cents/gallon can add up when you drive a gas hog, and this will help the phone pay for itself month by month – if I remember to use it.
    2. Cadre Bible: I love E-sword and its iPhone app Pocketsword, but it’s not available for Android yet.  Cadre Bible is a full featured Bible program that lets me customize the look and feel to my heart’s content.  I have 2 other Bible apps with more limited features, but Cadre will be for my daily reading.
    3. Bump - Makes it fun and easy to share files.  If 2 users open Bump on their phone/iPod, one can easily choose files or apps to share, then they hold their phones and bump to transfer the files.  It’s like a knuckle bump or a toast.  How fun is that?!
    4. Coupons - There are plenty of times I could have saved money with this, and I really want to get in the habit of checking for coupons.  But honestly, I got this because it has a barcode scanner for comparison shopping.  The coupons are a bonus.
    5. Sound Hound – Let it “listen” to a few seconds of a song, and it will give you the title, lyrics, artist, and help you download it if you want.  The song isn’t playing but it’s stuck in your head?  No problem.  Just hum it.  We’re living in the space age, people.
    6. My Fitness Pal – Perry has been using this to track his calories and weight loss (30 lbs!  Give the man a hand!).  With our new phones, we can scan the barcode of the food packaging to input it after he eats.  Coolness.
    7. Dropbox - because we already use it regularly on our computers.
    8. Photoshop Express - because we’re already bigtime PS users on our computers.
    9. doubletwist - the Android answer to iTunes.
    10. Urbanspoon - we don’t eat out often, but this looks very handy for those rare occasions!

    My current mission: find the best app for creating grocery lists.  Besides a quick and intuitive interface, I want one that can sync among various devices; organize items by aisle as they’re found in my favorite store; remember the items I buy most often; recognize items by voice and barcode.

    Sleep training: a 10 day log

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    parker 200x300 Sleep training: a 10 day logI’ve bragged in the past about how early my babies sleep through the night.  Did anyone notice that I’ve been strangely silent on that topic for the last few months?  Go ahead.  Yuck it up, people.  Laugh me to scorn.  After a brief but glorious stint of 7 hour nights, Parker is back to waking up every 4 hours or less.  At 4 months, my boy is still waking up at least once/night, usually twice – especially if you, like me, consider 6 AM to be part of the night.  If I’m not up yet, it’s night.  That’s how the definition reads in my dictionary.

    I think I’ve become soft in my old age.  I used to wait until my babies got good and angry before I got them up, and all but one slept through the night by 2 months.  Now, I value sleep so much that I’m not willing to lie there listening to a cranky baby complain.  I’d rather get him up and feed him so we can both get some sleep.

    THE RESOLUTION

    Like a good adult, I finally woke up to the fact that a short-term sacrifice of sleep might be a win for the longterm cause.  If I buckle down and exert some tough love, we’ll all sleep better and be better people.  We’ll be doing our bit to further world peace.

    It helps that I have suddenly realized that he’s just toying with me.  When he wakes up at 2:00, he doesn’t cry.  Not really. He fusses.  He whines.  He tosses and turns, and complains that he can’t get back to sleep.  He asks for a drink of milk.  Then he wakes again at 4 AM and does the same thing.  The boy is bored, not hungry.  Boredom just doesn’t tug at the heartstrings like a wailing hungry little babe.  Proof: when I get him up to feed him, he falls asleep before he finishes.

    And so I resolved to take my own advice.

    TIPS TO GET BABY SLEEPING ALL NIGHT

    1. Wait to get him up until he really and truly cries.  Once he works into a genuine cry, give him a minute or two to make sure he means it.
    2. Cut feedings short, ending them as soon as the baby begins to slow down.
    3. No socializing: keep lights out, and don’t talk or play.  Don’t change diapers unless absolutely necessary.
    4. Put baby back to bed asap.  DO NOT doze off and let baby sleep at the breast.

    parker2 300x200 Sleep training: a 10 day logLet me clarify: There is nothing wrong with doing any or all of the above if you don’t care whether your baby sleeps straight through the night.  If you’re convinced that your baby is waking because he’s truly hungry, by all means feed him.  If your baby is scared, comfort him.  If you enjoy his company at 2 AM and expect to continue enjoying it, then don’t let me change your mind.

    But if you long for a full night’s sleep while your baby is waking up because he thinks sleeping at night is just boring and he has better things to do, you might want to try my tips.  This is the method that has helped all of my babies to sleep through the night at very early ages.

    Here’s what happened the first 10 nights after I decided that I really did want to sleep through the night and actually took my own advice.

    CAPTAIN’S LOG

    Unless otherwise specified, Parker usually goes to bed around 11 PM.  Then…

    NIGHT 1

    On the first night after my resolution, he fussed for nearly 2 hours from 2 AM until 4 AM before he finally got angry and started wailing.  At that point, I brought him to my bed for a quick feeding.  He was asleep and back in his own bed in less than 15 minutes, without even taking time for a full feeding.  He slept until nearly 7 AM that morning.

    NIGHT 2

    The second night, he didn’t wake up until 4 AM.  He fussed for about 40 minutes, then fell back asleep without ever crying!  He woke at 6:30, moderately hungry but not famished as I would have expected.

    NIGHT 3

    This time, he woke around 3 AM.  He talked to himself and quietly complained for about 40 minutes before dozing off.  He didn’t make a peep until 8:30.  He woke up good and hungry this time.

    NIGHT 4

    Parker went to bed around 10, and woke up at 1:50 AM. That could be my fault, since Perry and I were sneaking into bed just about that time. I let Parker fuss, expecting that he would doze off as he had for the past few nights. Not so. He fussed for over 30 minutes, and then finally broke into a real cry, so I got him up and nursed him. After that he slept soundly until 8:30 AM.

    The fact that I had to give him that nighttime feeding was a little disappointing since he’s been doing so well during this transition, but I don’t think it’s a big deal. I didn’t expect him to progress so quickly anyway – I’m thankful that we’ve seen such immediate changes already, and if really is hungry now and then during the night then of course I’ll feed the poor guy!

    NIGHT 6

    Pickle – did I tell you his nickname?  That’s how Bethany pronounced Parker at first, and it stuck – Pickle went to bed early this night, about 9:30.  I didn’t expect him to make it through the night, and he didn’t.  He did sleep until 4, a stretch of 6 1/2 hours.  He woke and fussed as usual, finally breaking into a cry after about 20 minutes.  He dozed off 15 minutes into a feeding, and slept until 8:30 AM.

    NIGHT 7

    Fell asleep around 10, up at 5 to eat.  We’re still not where I’d like to be, but a 7 hour stretch is nothing to complain about.  I’m proud of my little guy.

    NIGHT 8

    The little guy slept from 11 to 5:45, woke for a quick half-hearted feeding, and went back to bed for a gloriously long time.  This is progress!

    NIGHT 9

    We seem to have a new norm.  Once again, he went to bed between 10 and 11, and woke for a brief feeding around 5:30 or 6.  This is a nice stretch, but I’m hoping it lengthens gradually – or better yet, I’m hoping it lengthens quickly.  Just another hour would make it a full night’s sleep!  We’re so close!

    NIGHT 10

    Ten nights into this effort, Parker finally slept an 8 hour stretch!  Unfortunately, he went to bed earlier than usual so the end of his 8 hours came much earlier than the end of mine, but I’m not complaining!  I wonder if he’ll give an encore performance?

    NOTES

    thumb 300x200 Sleep training: a 10 day logYou might be wondering if sleeping through the night will affect your baby’s daytime routine.  Every baby is different, but in our case improved sleep patterns at night seem to help with daytime sleep as well.  My babies seem to take longer naps, sleep more deeply, and wake in a better mood if they’re sleeping well at night.

    This link between daytime and nighttime sleep patterns carries over to something we’ve noticed about our 4yo boy:  He still needs naps.  If he misses his nap, he seems fine until after bedtime.  Then he’s far more prone to wake up crying or angry during the night (often multiple times) or to wet the bed – something he never does if he’s had a nap.

    This isn’t just about sleep for a tired mama.  A good night’s sleep makes life easier for the little ones too.

    Who said Couch to 5K was easy? Oh, that was me. Somebody hit me.

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    Have you heard of Couch to 5K?  It’s a program to get your lazy rear end off the computer chair or the couch or wherever you chose to plant it, and get it running 5 kilometers, all in the space of 6-9 weeks.

    There are many variations on the program, but I think they’re all pretty similar.   We’re using the free Podrunner music to tell us when to walk and when to jog.  You alternate brisk walks with short easy jogs for about 20-30 minutes, 3 days each week, gradually increasing the length of the intervals and shifting the proportion of walking to running.

    By the end of 9 weeks, you find that you can run 5 kilometers, nonstop, without collapsing into a gasping quivering heap of flesh in the middle of the road.  At least, not until you reach the 5k mark.  Then I think it’s ok to fall down and cry.

    Although I only became a couch slug in the last 6 years, I have never ever been able to run or jog for any respectable distance.  I have done martial arts, weight-lifting, bicycling (can I call a 12 mile trip “cross-country bicycling”?  What if I was 9 months pregnant at the time?), spent an entire summer mowing lawns (and lifting a big heavy mower in and out of the trunk of the car), and more.

    In spite of all this, I have never been able to run farther than it takes to outrun a toddler in the grocery store parking lot.   Couch to 5K was a new and exciting concept to me, and I couldn’t wait to start.

    I breezed through the first week, challenged to my limits but eager for more.  I even posted on facebook that the 3rd workout of the week was easy. Nevertheless, I agreed to repeat the first week for the sake of the late starters in our family.

    The second week, surprisingly, was no easier.  My second workout last week was the hardest yet – I had to skip one of the running sessions and sat down to rest twice, afraid that I was going to faint.  Do you think I’m exaggerating?  Not a bit.  I know that feeling.

    We spent 5 days on the road for a homeschool conference so we missed our 3rd workout last week.  I did it this morning instead.

    I thought I was going to die.

    Once again, I had to skip one of the 60-second jogs.  Then I had to sit down in the shade as soon as we had finished, because my legs just weren’t going any further.  I made it halfway up the hill to my driveway and had to sit down again because walking was too hard.  When I finally made it up the steps to my deck, I collapsed into an exhausted heap on a wrought iron chair and paid a child a quarter to hose me down.

    I’m trying to convince myself that it was due to climate: we spent 5 days in air conditioning then came back to higher temps than when we left, and I was working out much later in the morning than I usually do.  I should get up much earlier and try again tomorrow.

    Maybe it was diet.  We just spent 5 days eating a combination of junk food, fast food, and fast junk food.  I should eat plenty of greens and protein and try again tomorrow.

    Maybe I was just tired.  We didn’t sleep well on the hotel beds, and Parker made it clear that he missed his bed too.  I should go to bed early tonight and try again tomorrow.

    Or maybe I’m just a Can’t Hack It Pantywaist.  If that’s the case, excuses abound.  Number of past pregnancies, recent childbirth, breastfeeding, age, weight…I should give up now instead of torturing myself for 9 weeks before I face the truth.

    Which do you think is the real reason?  Be honest.  Can I do this?  Could you do this?

    Our day out: the plan & the reality

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    I won’t try to fool you.  We had a good, solid, uneventful day.  It makes for calm nerves but not for riveting blog posts.  At times I actually found myself hoping something would go horribly wrong so I could blog it, but God mercifully ignored those thoughts.  If you’re looking for laughs, you’re more likely to find them here.  But if you’re truly curious about how our grand plan for A Very Busy Day went off, here’s the report.

    Our goal was to make it out the door by 7:30.  Events conspired against us.  First, the alarm for those who wanted early showers didn’t go off.  Everyone slept soundly until 6:45, leaving us just 45 minutes.

    At 7:15, we decided to eat breakfast in the breakroom when we dropped off Dad.  We packed 2 quarts of homemade granola and grabbed a half-full jug of milk.  There.  That was easy.  We could still leave on time if all went well.

    And then we had our standard shoe crisis.  Why do I still refuse to write the shoe crisis into the plan?  Call it denial.  I very nearly took Bethany to her first-ever dental cleaning barefoot.  When you have 10 kids, people are more than willing to laugh with you at stuff like this.  If 9 out of 10 kids have shoes, that’s 90%.  That’s an A, right?  Socks are extra credit.  People are impressed at stats like these.  So while we did look frantically for her missing shoes, I really wasn’t panicked about the possibility that we wouldn’t find them.

    Nonetheless, my girls came through.  One shoe turned up in a corner of the kitchen hidden amongst the aprons, while the other was found under my bed.  We left just 10 minutes late with everyone in good spirits – not always the case on these hurried early mornings – and made it all the way to town without a hint of vomit.  No, don’t click the link.  Never click through a link that says vomit.

    On the way to town, the kids asked if they could eat a Starburst candy.  They had received a whole bag just the night before as a gift from a friend who was leaving town soon, and I had told them to wait to open it until today.  Since I try to say “yes” more often than “no,” I did it.  I let my kids eat candy before breakfast.  I’m cool that way, sometimes.  Sometimes I’m not, but we don’t talk about those times.

    It wasn’t until much later that the irony struck me – the kids were eating candy on their way to the dentist.  When did I figure this out?  Actually, it was as we left the dentist – right after I gave the go-ahead on yet another round of Starburst.  Yes, my kids ate candy on the way to and from the dentist.  And I’m reasonably sure that I’ve given our dentist the url to our blog.  I hope she doesn’t read our blog.

    The checkups went well.  Bethany’s hygienist went on and on about how good she was; she had never actually cleaned a 2yo’s teeth because they simply don’t cooperate but Bethany was an angel.  Perry impressed his hygienist too by allowing her to do a complete cleaning plus x-rays.  Apparently this is uncommon for a 4yo boy.  At any rate it was a great improvement over his first appointment, when he heard his name being called and hid under the end table, then utterly refused to cooperate.  Yes, the checkups went very well.

    After the dentist, we beat it back to VF for lunch with my hunney.  Then I took 8 children to WalMart.  Just 8, because 2 of the older girls were helping my sister today.  It’s been a long time since I shopped with 8 children.  It’s insanely fun, if you’re into insanity.  We had to use 2 carts, didn’t get much shopping done and didn’t make very good time, but it was nice to be out en masse.

    Next I dropped 6 children with their dad while Deanna, Parker and I finished up the shopping.   At our first major stop, I took the advice of my very wise friends and readers who recommended chocolate: dark chocolate-covered almonds were on sale, which I took as a sign from heaven.  After all, chocolate is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.  I was happy.

    At Costco, we saw…wow.  He had to be from NYC.  Nobody in San Antonio is this cool.  His hair was two-toned and stood in a dramatic spiky sculpture, far taller than his head, leaning onward and upward in an incredible swooshing shape.  How does hair do that?  I don’t know how it is where you live, but here we don’t see high fashion like this outside the international airport.  We desperately wanted a photo to share the sight with others, but my phone was dead and we were too shy to ask anyway.  Do you think he would have minded?  At any rate we had to be content just to stare while he struggled to load an enormous 3-dimensional human skull, so big it hardly went through the door of his car.  I can’t help but wonder what one does with a skull like that.

    You really didn’t want to hear the whole day, did you?  I listened to a message from the Baby Conference; saw my sister’s new apartment; ate grilled pizza (cooked by Deanna on the company grill); ran 3 extra errands (but skipped the bank and videos);  made one last grocery stop on the way home;  had more chocolate (thanks to my hunney); and we all arrived home at 11:15 after nearly 16 hours of errands.

    This was a good day.  Sleep will make it even better.  The best part: my hunney has tomorrow off work.

    PS. I just visited the Vision Forum site and saw that they are giving $25 off any order of $75 or more.  Use the code INSTANT25.  I don’t know how long it’s good.

    2 week check up

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    Jennifer came yesterday morning for Parker-boy’s 2 week check up.

    She poked his poor foot again – she had to do some fancy talkin’ when he was born to convince us to do this twice!

    She weighed him and nodded approvingly when he came in 1 oz. over his birth weight.  Since it’s normal for babies to lose up to 10% of their body weight in the first week after birth, the goal is to have them back up to their birth weight by 2 weeks.  Parker is right on target, with an ounce to spare.

    She was delighted that we have decided to have him circumcised by the rabbi she recommended.  We’re not practicing Jews, and I had called a pediatrician first, but the rabbi’s website won me over.  In spite of the fact that we’ll have to drive 300 miles each way to his office and make an overnight trip of it, we think it’s worthwhile.

    When done by a rabbi, the procedure takes 15-30 seconds and the baby hardly cries at all.  He encourages the mother to feed the baby within an hour before, unlike the doctor who requests that the baby not be fed for 2-3 hours before.  He has done this nearly 6,000 times already, a record that the pediatrician probably doesn’t share.  And when I called, he struck me as very personable, friendly, and even funny (check out the last question in his FAQ).

    And finally, while Jennifer thought my caffeine plan was worth trying, she warned me that in her experience it took up to 12 hours for the caffeine to peak in her own milk supply.  She thought I might find it more helpful to drink a beer – specifically, a dark and hoppy beer – in the afternoon or early evening, to help the baby wind down for the night.

    Yes, we drink.  We do it occasionally, in moderation, enjoying one of God’s many blessings as He encourages us to do.  And I find it much easier to enjoy this particular blessing when it’s dark and hoppy, just like the doctor ordered.  A whole beer every day may be a little much for me and the wee bairn, but maybe I can find somebody to share with…

    Sleep? What’s that?

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    Parker is settling into life on the outside quite well, except for the part where we sleep at night and stay awake during the day.  Yes, I’m spoiled that way.  I’ve never had a baby wake me more than twice during the night.  Never until Parker came along.  He eats every 2-3 hours during the day, but more like every hour at night.  He’s punishing me for the ease of my past life.  I’m sure of it.

    Yes, I try to nap when I can during the day, but am I the only mom who finds it difficult to relax and let go of consciousness while there are children running around doing STUFF?  What are they doing?  Is anyone watching the little ones?  Did Dad remember to take his lunch?  Have the chickens been let out?  When did Bethany’s diaper get changed last?  Is she wearing a diaper?  And would somebody PLEASE GET THAT DOG SOME WATER SO SHE’LL STOP BARKING AT THE BATHTUB?

    If you’re wondering how that is affecting me, you should have seen this post before I fixed the typos.  I thought briefly about leaving them in to illustrate the point, but just couldn’t make myself do it.  Anyway, you probably wouldn’t have gotten the point because it  would be totally incoherent.  Like me.

    At any rate, I’m thinking of trying drugs – caffeine, to be specific.  Normally I don’t drink real coffee because after just a cup or two for a day or two, I become so dependent upon the caffeine that I get withdrawal headaches.

    For Parker, however, I’m ready to do it.  For the sake of sleep – the mere possibility of sleep – sleep at night, to be specific – I’ll risk a migraine or two.

    My hope is that if I drink a cup of real caffeine-laden coffee first thing in the morning, each morning, maybe the little darling will stay awake more during the day.  Then he’ll have to make up for lost sleep by actually sleeping at night.

    It’s a beautiful plan, right?  Please tell me it makes sense.  If you already tried and it didn’t work, please don’t tell me that part.  There’s nothing more tragic than the murder of a beautiful plan by a brutal horde of facts.  Or something like that.  It’s a quote, no doubt mangled beyond recognition by my sleep-deprived brain.

    FEASTing

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    I’m helping with checkout today at the Vision Forum booth at the local homeschool conference, FEAST (Family Educator’s Alliance of South Texas).  I’ve already met several blog readers.  I hope they understood the blank look I gave them, which may have looked like “huh?” but actually meant I was speechless, honored,  thrilled that they took time to say hi, and/or utterly confused by the new checkout process on the laptop in front of me.

    If you’re planning to be here today, please stop by and say hi!  If you come tomorrow instead, you’ll probably get a more intelligent welcome from one of my children who will converse intelligently with you while checking out customers, adding new people to the email list, chewing gum, standing on one foot and surfing the internet on their iPods.

    Kids these days.

    Current status:

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    • hungry
    • sleepy
    • 29 weeks pregnant
    • excited about attending a local session of Dave Ramsey’s FPU tonight!
    • rather enjoying the fact that I’m due during week 12 of a 13 week class.
    • anticipating the reaction to our new collaborative series, 4 Moms 35 Kids!  The first post goes live tomorrow – be sure to visit all 4 moms!
    • really nervous about part 2 in the series above: live blogging a day in our house.  Oh boy.  Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

    My blog is funny

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    I can say that in all modesty because I have no memory of most of my posts from more than 2 weeks ago.  Reading my ancient archives is like discovering a stranger’s blog – a very funny stranger.  I wish I was as funny as she is.  Wait – I am.  Here’s proof: a post titled I am funny.

    Anyway, I was reviewing my recent post about our water woes and one of the related post listed at the bottom was about the time a fire hydrant exploded in the bathroom.  I don’t remember it, but that Life in a Shoe lady sure makes it sound funny.  Wish I was there – oh, wait.  I was. The Thankful Thursday Thirteen followup to that particular incident was even funnier.  And I made reference to the Great Poop Flood of ’99, which all of our readers really should know about.  Why?  It’s not very funny, but it’s a story we tell surprisingly often.

    And then I started perusing the gone awry category for more funny stuff and found this.  My, oh my.  A poor memory can be a grand blessing.  I wonder what else I’ve forgotten?  It’s a good thing I keep a blog.  Oh – and look.  This isn’t the first time I realized that.

    Tis the season…

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    …to shut the door!

    The weather has cooled beautifully here in south Texas.  The sweating has come to an end, and we’re enjoying the sort of fall weather that leaves us with silly grins on our faces.  But the mornings can be chilly sometimes, and we’re putting off the trip to the storage shed for the heaters.  So far we have stayed very comfortable if we remember to close all the windows before bed.

    But today barely topped 60 degrees, chilly by our standards.  It’s time to break the summertime habit of leaving the front door wide open!

    I’ve been issuing reminders right and left for weeks now:

    “Close the door!”

    “Don’t leave that door open!”

    “Close the door!”

    “I don’t care if you thought somebody was coming behind you.  CLOSE THE DOOR!”

    Even the baby has taken to bellowing at her sisters: “Dose-duh-doooo!”

    But it just isn’t working.  Why is it that children refuse to heed repeated verbal warnings?  Why must they provoke us to real action before they decide that what we’re telling them is really important?

    My blood runs thin and I’m afraid of the cold.  I’m a desperate woman driven to desperate measures.  I’m now charging a $.25 fine for each infraction.  As always, if the perpetrator doesn’t have cold hard cash she is given the privilege of working off her debt.  Making my bed, starting a load of laundry, or swatting 5 flies are 3 ways to earn a fast quarter.  If necessary, I can come up with others.

    I suspect this will work well over the next several days but today it had an unexpected side effect and I’m not sure how I feel about it.  Those of you who think my plan is too mean will be relieved to know that I’m losing money on the deal.

    It works like this:  every time I demand the fine from an offender, she remembers that I actually and legitimately owe her money, so I end up paying out money to the offender.  As of now, I think I’m at least a dollar in the red even though I’ve collected 6 or 7 fines today.  Sigh.  Another great entrepreneurial idea gone awry.

    A moment of peace

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    update: Evidently I’m not the only one affected by vacation.  WordPress is acting mighty strange too.  It choked and combined 2 separate posts, even putting the comments together.  I’ve forgiven WordPress and even covered its tracks by digging up both posts from the revision records.  Now, even more disjointed than before.  Enjoy.


    Vacation was fun, but I’ve decided to a make a comeback.  It works for TV celebrities, right?  Except the ones who are pegged as has-beens.

    So here I am.  I came back from vacation.  That makes it a comeback, right?  Now I’ve got to think of something to blog about, or else get a contract to star in a new movie.  But I’m thinking I make a better blogger than a movie star, which is part of the reason we didn’t follow up on the inquiries we have received in the past year from Wife Swap, MTV, CBS News, or the local news station that I can’t remember at the moment.

    Really, we received inquiries from all of the above and probably more.  If we had received one from Extreme Home Makeover we would have jumped on it, because we already have an extreme view from our deck, so we’re halfway there.  Hubby would love to have a 3,000 square foot gameroom and a master bedroom suite with a shower that you could lost in, and the kids would love 7 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms and a pool, and as for me – well, baseboards would be nice.  I’m easy to please.

    Wow.  Vacation is not good for increasing the attention span, is it?  It probably doesn’t help that I got back on caffeine over the past week and am now 2 days into quitting cold turkey, mostly because I forgot that I had been drinking real coffee all week.  My head hurts.  And you may have noticed that I’m not quite myself.  I do like to think that I’m usually more coherent than this post.  Please just nod in agreement and send your condolences.

    Maybe this will help my frame of mind.  At least it makes me forget the headache:

    We used to have an aquarium with a variety of freshwater fish.  They varied from one week to the next, depending upon who had eaten whose eyeballs and fins.   Maybe it wasn’t an entirely peaceful existence for the fish themselves, but I used to love to sit and watch them.
    Since daddy longlegs like to congregate behind fish tanks and other sources of moisture here in south Texas, we won’t be setting up an aquarium anytime soon.  It wouldn’t be so bad if they had small congregations like our church, but these daddy longlegs seem to prefer mega-churches.

    So I’ll settle for low-moisture setups like this one.   If you like it, you can set up one of your own.  I highly recommend it.

    I should be sleeping…

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    But I couldn’t resist the chance to share our new travel game.  This kept the children entertained for the last 10 hour leg of our journey, taking us from Fort Worth all the way to Branson.

    I call this fast and furious game Ten Minutes Ago. The object of the game is for the children to take turns coming up with new complaints, increasing the urgency with each turn by repeating the word “really” one more time than the last player.  Each successful turn is answered by the moderator with a sentence that includes the phrase “10 minutes ago.”

    The first player says, “Mom, I’m thirsty!”

    I say, “You can’t be.  You just had a drink 10 minutes ago.”

    As quickly as possible, the second player follows: “Mom, I’m really hungry.

    I say, “No you’re not.  You just ate 10 minutes ago.”

    #3: “I have have to go to the bathroom really, really bad!”

    “No, you don’t.  You just went 10 minutes ago.”

    #4: “I’m sick.  I have to puke right now!”

    Now #4 is disqualified because she didn’t follow the pattern.  She was supposed to say “I really, really, really have to puke right now.” I kick her out of the van and keep driving.

    OK.  Not really.  But I did entertain some new uses for the roll of duck tape that I had spontaneously tossed in the back of the van as we packed.  “This might come in handy for something, ” I had thought to myself at the time.  Heh, heh.