The Floor and My Brain

During these days after J’s birth, my friend L and I have been concentrating on organizing and purging the house. When we moved here almost two years ago, I purged a lot of things rather than move them, and have gone through several times since doing the same thing. Still it seems that every six months or so the process needs to be gone through again. For one thing homeschooling just produces a tremendous amount of paper, completed workbooks and other things that need to be periodically evaluated, stored or disposed of. Also small children tend to collect “treasures” and then forget about them after a few weeks at which point they become clutter. Add to that a small house, parents that aren’t very disciplined about putting things away and particularly a Mama who has trouble figuring where to put things in the first place and the house was full of piles!

Thankfully L is very good at figuring out where things should go and since we’ve been working together for years understands the way I do things so that where she organizes things too corresponds nicely with what I do regularly.

Yesterday we tackled the Master Bedroom. It’s a problematic room, since we use it not only as a bedroom, but also as home office space, and I wanted to add some space for sewing as well since I know that I have a lot of sewing to do this summer, and being able to sit down to the machine whenever I have a few minutes works well for me.

When we started there were enough piles that we couldn’t walk across the floor without stepping over or around something. I had wanted to tackle the job for some time, but every time I looked at it I couldn’t figure out where to begin! L just started in one corner and kept working until the floor was clear and we had packed up things for the thrift store, thrown away a lawn trash bag of stuff and my work surface looked like this…

Cleared off and dusted computer desk- I don't remember when I last saw the desk top!

Sewing table made by removing the drawers from one side of a massive file cabinet. I still have a little work/setup to do here but I know where to start!

What surprised me about this, was how much less cluttered my brain felt as we progressed through the project! Last night when I went to bed, the room felt so much more peaceful with less in it. This morning when I woke up, I could look around the room and see that while there was still some things to be done, there was space here for thinking, working, writing, and reflection. This sense of peace was a huge encouragement to me to try and keep it this way. I know that will be a struggle for me- tidiness has not only never been one of my strengths in fact as a child I actively resisted being tidy, and I’m paying the price for that now as I not only have to learn to be tidy myself but also need to teach the children…

Still if my brain can be this much freer to concentrate with my room clean it will be well worth it to concentrate on tidiness this summer. Who knows how much creativity has been bottled up because of the clutter? It will be exciting to see how things progress- perhaps I’ll go around and photograph the house when we’re done so I have a basis of comparison over the coming months!

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Through F’s Eyes

F’s preschool class filled out a little worksheet about their mothers for Mother’s Day.

Here are his answers:

Greenish hair? Really?

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Baby J

Is finally here! He was born Monday, May 7, 2012. 8 lbs. 6 ozs. 20 inches long. Very much adored especially by both of his older brothers.

Here are a few pictures:

Minutes old and he wants to know "Where's the milk?"

"Me hold. tiny Baby Jacob on me lap."

F wants to hold J, change J and teach J things...

Su is in love...even though she still wants a sister.

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Here We Go

After picking F up from his preschool program yesterday I realized that I should restock on milk so we wouldn’t have to get milk again until Wednesday or Thursday next week. We had nearly a full gallon in the fridge, so if I bought four gallons and kept the milk consumption to one glass each at lunch and dinner, we might make it until Thursday! W is the most enthusiastic milk drinker of the crew, and I’m expecting that either we will need a separate fridge for him by the time he’s thirteen or his own cow!

Anyway we went up the street from F’s school to the grocery and I did the usual routing of loading children into/onto the shopping cart. W in the seat (because he needs a belt), Su in the back and F on the back where he can jump off and fetch things as needed. As I did this I said to the children, “You know this is probably the last time we’ll go shopping with only three children for a while.”

F of course started trying to engineer a solution that would make it possible to keep everyone in their usual places while adding #4! This is so typical of him- don’t change the usual arrangement of life just add something in on the side! He finally concluded that the best thing to do was for him to carry the baby in it’s carseat. Not actually possible I’m afraid since these modern infant carseats are both heavy and awkward and he’s still a couple of inches shy of my shoulder, but not a bad solution.

Here’s a brief glimpse at some other things we’ve been up to:

Homemade Vanilla Wafers - they didn't last long at all!

"Helping" Papa fix his bike...

Su loves to do art projects.

Tea party time! Su loves to set a proper table...she's her mama's girl...K

And of course waiting for Number 4….

The waiting is nearly over. In fact the next time you hear from me will probably be baby pictures. I did the Pre-admission testing at the hospital this morning, and Monday is the day! So exciting!

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What a Week! What a Week!

Just nine days to go before #4 appears and all I can say is “I hope we’ve exhausted our share of surprises for a while.”

Monday: The water pump went on the van as I was coming back from dropping F off at his preschool program. Loud clunk followed by no battery and no power steering, as well as a rapidly climbing temp gauge! In order to get home I needed to merge onto a heavily trafficked road in order to return to my side of the river. This was a little tricky with no power steering but we managed to limp back into the neighborhood and park.

Walked home, called the mechanic, called the towing company, called the neighbor to say ” Our van is broken down in front of the fire hydrant in front of our house. The tow truck is on the way but please keep your eye out.”

Walked back to meet the tow truck, paid the driver and watched him load up the van to the sound of W’s wails “I need the van…I need the car.” He was really upset. I explained that the driver was taking the van to the mechanic for repair and then we’d get it back, but he was inconsolable until we got home and I could call S and he could explain the situation to W. Why are Papa explanations so much better?

About then I realized that W had a fever (102.7), so started him on some Tylenol and sat down to do school with Su. That actually went pretty well and a friend who lives near F’s school was able to bring him home, which actually he found pretty cool, since she doesn’t drive and they took the bus!

The mechanic knows we are a one car family and managed to get the car fixed by evening. Another neighbor came and stayed with the children while her partner gave me a ride to pick up the vehicle and I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems like something happened on Tuesday but I can’t remember what it was besides W being sick and wanting to sit on my lap all day.

4 am Wednesday morning, he fell out of bed, and managed to cut his head on a toy! He really has a talent for head wounds I think. Cleaned him up and went back to bed, everyone went back to sleep except me, and I was just drifting off at 5:30 am when he woke up and started yelling for me. I figured he had rolled over onto the bump on his head, but no. When I got in there I found that somehow he had managed to wet his bed despite having a nearly dry diaper on! At this point I just took him downstairs and gave up on sleep!

Wednesday he broke out in a rash and the fever went away so I figure he has Roseolla, which is nearly gone. Wednesday evening I had the blessing of a massage which a friend of mine had arranged for me. What a blessing!

Yesterday was my usual bi-weekly errand running day.

S has been late several nights this week. He’s trying to finish things up for the week the baby comes, so work won’t be calling him constantly.

F is missing his “Papa-time” so we’ll have to make sure he gets some this weekend. W is feeling better but still clingy and I only managed two days of school this week :-( .

After writing it all down it seems like the craziness was rather a lot, but truly God has been faithful. I’ve been sleeping much better since the massage. Despite needing more attention and holding F has been remarkably well behaved and he and Su have both pitched in to help while I held W!

Su is eagerly counting down the days until the baby, and she also got her own library card this week, now that she can read.

I am hoping that next week is saner but not worrying about it too much.

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Grace, Just Grace

Conversations this week: people saying “I’m just so tired of the children doing this and my bad reactions.” “I know we’re supposed to be doing this and I can even see God working out the details and all I can say is ‘ That’s nice God, but what about X?”

Myself running out of steam these last weeks before #4 makes his/her appearance, having trouble with back and leg muscles and still needing to push on, clean house, finish a few things, teach school and make things ready. Su coming down with the same fever virus that F had two weeks ago…

Too much to even know how to pray about, too much to even talk about (if I think about it too hard it’s overwhelming and I cry).

Then lying in bed the other night, S fast asleep, the house quiet and me trying to find the exact right sleeping position…I remember in the vivid way in which the Holy Spirit brings things to mind…the last time things felt like this:

W was two months old and had just been admitted to the hospital, with an unknown and serious condition. Tests were being run, but no one had any ideas what the problem was, and certainly not if things were treatable. S stayed with him while I drove the hour and a half home to get some fresh clothes and spend a little time with F and Su. As I headed out I was thinking “What am I going to tell the children?” They were just turned three and two. We had celebrated their birthdays the morning of the day W had gone into the hospital. I knew they would be worried and missing parents and I didn’t have anything to tell them beyond “The doctors are trying to figure out what’s wrong.”

I drove and I cried and I prayed, “Lord, you’ve got to deal with this I can’t. Lord, we love this little boy and we can’t care for him, you do it.”

Through some of the prettiest country in Virginia, wondering if I should pull off the road until I could see more clearly…

And then by the grace of God my prayers changed “Lord, this is not outside of your care and control, thank you for dealing with it, however it turns out, whatever it is. You made W, you gave him to us, whatever happens I know you are taking care of him better than I ever could.”

I knew that the outcome would be good whether it felt good at the time or not. I had no assurance that W would even live, but I knew beyond any doubt that he was safer with God than he could be with anyone. I knew that we would have strength to go through whatever was in front of us. I knew that the children would be fine with friends. I knew that we would be able to pay the hospital bill (S had no job at the time).

I lose that knowledge sometimes. Life presses in and I forget that it’s all grace. Grace brings us through the night, wakes us in the morning and no matter what does or doesn’t get done, there is still grace.

Grace is ministered to us and we reach out with grace to our families, our children and our neighbors. When I remember this then I can just rest…in grace.

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22 Days

With only twenty-two days left until #4 makes his/her appearance, I’ve been slowing down while at the same time trying to get many things accomplished…

Last weekend was our annual Easter Feast for which we cooked Turkey and Ham as well as several sides, vegetarian dishes, and experimental gluten free dishes! About 35 people attended. Thankfully they came in two waves and the weather was lovely so we were able to open the patio doors and flow in and out of the house as well as give the children free reign in the backyard…

The children are always enthusiastic helpers and I think W ate all day! At least every time he passed me he had something to eat in his hand..

F runs the food processor

Taste Tester!

Su loads the potatoes into the crockpot!

A little edible art

With that celebration finished I am pushing on into planting the garden, doing some badly needed organizing and working on school plans for next “year”. In reality we will move to a full school schedule after the 29th Annual Virginia Homeschool Convention in early June and I’m looking forward to adding in some things we’ve wanted to do that haven’t been feasible while F was doing his preschool program.

I’m also trying to make an inventory of the pantry and freezers to make things easier for S and my friend, L who is coming to help when #4 (also known as Wiggles)appears.

The weather has been lovely and things are getting done, so although the time appears short I think most of it should be done in time!

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Thinking About Next Year

With the Virginia Homeschool Convention only two months away and a baby coming in the middle of that time I’ve been trying to pull together some preliminary thoughts for school next year- particularly in for unit studies in History/geography and Science.

I’d really like to go into the year with everything printed out and filed ready to go. It’s one thing I learned this year, when I don’t have things ready to go, they don’t tend to get done on time!

I’m planning on three History/Geography Units:

The Fifty States – which I’ll need some printables for but pretty much have already.

Explorers and Exploration- which I have a text for but nothing else

Roanoke and Jamestown- which I have nothing for yet!

One thing I do want to do is make a time-line, so I need to find a model for that.

I also need to find/make:

Blank maps: World, USA and individual states

Color Portraits of Explorers as well as black and white copies to be colored

Texts for Roanoke and Jamestown. I may use Clyde Robert Bulla’s book about Pocahontus for one text but don’t have anything on Roanoke yet.

I know many of you are homeschoolers: What have you used and what do you like or dislike about the materials you’ve tried? F and Su will be in second and first grade respectively.

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A New Week

After last week which began with W spending two days cranky and congested with allergies and ended with him hitting his head and being taken to the doctor, I’m almost afraid to plan this week at all! I have to though not only because I am much happier with a plan, but also because this is Holy Week and will culminate in three evening services, the bishop’s visit during the Great Vigil on Saturday and our annual Easter Feast on Sunday afternoon (which looks like about 45 people at the moment)!

I think I love Easter more than Christmas. At least in part this is psychological- since winter and dark, cold days and my mood don’t do real well together and I always feel renewed and refreshed as the weather warms and things begin to grow. Part of my love of Easter thought comes from the sense of renewal and rejoicing that we celebrate during the Festival itself and on through the 50 days until Ascension. All of that focus on God’s great work in the world- His provision of healing equips me for the long, hot summer and fall until the liturgical year begins again at Advent.

Finishing out extraordinary time with joy, feasts and celebration, gives energy to ordinary time that helps me to focus on accomplishing tasks without losing sight of the important things in life.

This week I am looking forward to beginning a season of celebration by first walking through the darkness of the world and of my own soul to the glorious day of the healing work of God!

Saints and Scripture Sunday

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A Crack on the Head

Yesterday was supposed to be my day to catch up on all the things that hadn’t been done this week due to various unforeseen events, doctor’s appointments and errand running mornings! We were running nicely on schedule for the first time all week. I dropped F off at school and came home. The littles did their chores in record time and went out to play, and I did a few things while the coffee brewed, took out some of my planning stuff, and poured a cup of coffee.

“9 am- just enough time to jot down some schooling ideas I’ve been thinking about,” I thought as I stirred the sugar into my cup. “we can start school at 9:30.”

I glanced out the patio door to see W retrieving a large plastic bin that had been out there to dry. I figured he was going to haul it down to the sandbox and fill it with sand. Not ideal, but easy enough to rinse it back out again. I turned to the ‘fridge, got the cream, poured it into my coffee and heard him crying.

I ran out to find that he had decided to stand on the plastic tub, it had broken under his weight and dumped him onto the patio. His hand was on the back of his head. I scooped him up and looked. Scalp wound! No big deal- they bleed profusely but since one of my brothers had a real talent for acquiring them they don’t scare me.

Slap a paper napkin on the spot and call Su from the sandbox to fetch the icepack from the freezer. Ice and pressure will slow bleeding very quickly. She ran for W’s blankie too, and he calmed down pretty quickly. He usually does- generally by the time I’m ready to take off the ice he’s ready to go play again.

Not this time.

This time he snuggled into my arm and prepared to close his eyes and sleep. Not a good sign. I called his name and he responded but clearly wanted to sleep. His body felt kind of limp as if he were fainting, but it had been ten minutes since the injury and I thought it unlikely he was fainting.

I laid him on the bench in the living room and clipped the hair from around his scalp. He laid very still ( a little too still) and when I picked him up again his eyes didn’t respond to the light from the windows properly.

“Su, ” I said, ” we’re taking him to the doctor.”

She ran to the van and I told her to buckle into the seat where she could reach W to keep him awake. It only takes about 15 minutes to get to our doctor and I kept glancing into the mirror instructing her to shake his feet whenever his eyes started to close.

I called ahead and as soon as we walked in they whisked us off to the observation room and the doctor came in to check W out.

She shone a light in his eyes, had him give her five, and looked in his ears to see if she saw spinal fluid (a sign that there is swelling in the brain). He appeared to be recovering so we sat there for an hour or so just to be sure that no other symptoms developed. At the end of that time, she cleaned the cut and agreed that it didn’t need stitches and we came home.

He was kind of cranky the rest of the day (I expect he had a headache), but seems fine today, although we are trying to keep him a little quiet as brain injuries are cumulative and we don’t want him to whack himself again for at least a couple of days!

Did he have an actual concussion? The doctor’s opinion was “something was wrong because you noticed something, but it was very mild.”

This morning I re-read this post by an internet acquaintance and EMT just to remind myself of the signs of traumatic brain injury. It’s one of those things I feel I need to review periodically as children will climb and fall and knowing the signs of something serious can save them from long-lasting complications.

Su did admirably throughout the whole thing. We periodically discuss how to react when someone gets hurt and she stayed focused and followed directions very well. They know that when I call them using words like these ” ____ I need you ____ got hurt.” they should drop what they are doing and come and both F and Su know where the icepack is kept and to put pressure on a cut to stop the bleeding. I find the knowledge of what to do helps keep them from panicking and means that I only have the injured child’s tears to deal with!

The whole incident turned out well although it did make me realize that I need to have a back-up plan for getting in touch with S when he’s at work as he was in a meeting and I carry our cell phone! I didn’t really need him to do anything but wanted him to know what was going on…

Looking at the site of the fall again I could see that W was once again protected from a really serious fall in that the tub broke and rolled under him which slowed his fall considerably. We both got a good scare but he could have been much more seriously injured and that is the Lord’s provision and protection.

I Live in An Antbed
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