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Nov 1, 2017: Because

Wednesday, November 1st, 2017

So it’s November. I said I’d blog every day in November, so here I am!!

Today I…

Put in an order for some of my favorite teas, because it’s certainly the season to have a warm mug of tea in my hands all day every day. :) Rumor has it that we’ll have a dusting of snow this weekend.

Today I put away a mountain of laundry, vacuumed, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, after the kids got home from school we did homework and had pizza for dinner.

Oh, also, I started the registration process of switching sweet Deeder out of traditional public school into homeschool. I’m not going to tell him until I’ve gotten through turning in all the forms I need to have together. If I do prematurely let the news leak he’d totally blow off school which obviously isn’t the attitude I want. Hopefully my intuitions about this being a profitable switch for him will come to fruition.

Time for bed, time to let tomorrow pick up where today left off.

PS: That picture’s old. My youngest is currently the age as my oldest in the photo. Mind.Blown.

Breath, Speak, Love

Friday, November 20th, 2015

390572166d02379f0068722cd31abd76Morning’s do stress me out. There. I admit it.
If you live with me, most mornings you know this more certainly that others…be you one of the three or four that I’m getting ready to leave the door on time, or the one who needs to sleep through it in preparation for his day.

Yesterday Willie asked me why I always say, “I love you” to each of them before they get on the bus. I told him, nearly with humor, “Son, because Mommy doesn’t know if you’ll get hit by a truck and this may be the last time I get to speak to you. I’d want those last words to be you hearing that Mama loves you.”

I’d never say I love you without meaning it. Forever I want my dear family and friends to know it, because every moment could be the last. There’s frustration, exhaustion, distraction, sometimes life’s just moving at a rate where it’s hard to see or feel straight. Sometimes impatience can overwhelm positive sentiments.

Sometimes my need to not take a cutting remark personally can be muddy unconditional attachment. Forever, I desire for my children to know that moments of anxiety that they’ll experience should not loosen love or overwhelm any bond that makes a unit one.

Yesterday Willie asked me why I say, “I love you” to each after they have their backpacks sorted, their lunches organized and their jackets on.

This morning he said, “Mommy, I’d like you to not yell at me today.”

He said these words as I was just setting down next to him his clothes and shoes that he needed to wear for the day. To that request I said, “OK, buddy, but Mama needs you to get ready on time. Can you do that?”
He shrugged and rolled up in his blanket. I unwrapped him and held him to sitting and said, “Mommy means it. Get dressed.” with that I held the clothes up and said, “You’re wearing these. Go potty please.”
Too direct? Remember, I do have other kids to feed and supervise on getting dressed.

It’s tough to appreciate the moment when I have the timer set to get the moments filled as fast as possible against the clock. Doesn’t “savor the moment” mean taking the time when you’re settled into the couch, snuggled up in an afghan or working together on a puzzle or play dough activity…maybe engulfed in a good book? It’s not hurrying through a time limited morning routine.

Deeder and Willie, 2009

Deeder and Willie, 2009

The news is too full of children getting hit by cars and trucks who fail to stop for the red stop sign that buses extend when children board busses. Parents and the public are horrified…the guilt and shock are just overwhelming, they call that A Parent’s Worst Nightmare. If that were me, I’d relive forever the last moments that I had with my child.
That’s just one reason among a million why the hurried times are worth living with a heart of love and appreciation. Be confident, structured, but kind as well.

While looking for the verse that says that if a man hath all knowledge but not love is nothing, I came across 2nd Timothy 1:7 which isn’t what I was looking for, but fits terrifically with what I want to say in a way not quite expected…which is exactly how God works for me in all ways, more and more as I age. Here it is:


For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.


What it means in context is that we should stand up for our love of Jesus, son of God, equal is spirit and mission, against all overwhelming negativity. But how real as well in this context.

Here I want to say love in all moments, not just the easy ones but in the pressure of scheduling, because every moment could be the last; any moment could be the one that a child or adult holds up as the defining seconds spent with whoever you are.

I am mother, wife, friend, and above all, lover of Jesus Christ. I want that to offend and impassions, define and strengthen the life I live–the love I give and the flavor I leave behind for all those who come and go, for the last word and the first beginning.

Above I added a photo of my two sons napping together when Willie was a few days old. That’s a moment anyone would think worth treasuring. Easy to treasure, bond to pray lasts through and beyond life.

Farm Time

Wednesday, October 7th, 2015

We visited a family farm this past week to pick out a pumpkin, and ended up with a bag of potatoes and a squash as well. There were organized games, none of which my children ended up staying with as they’d just lived through a whole Thursday of school and were pretty spent up on social compliance. It was an awesome little outing, in which I wanted to express both thanks for hospitality and vast apology for being who we are: the ruckus crew that I really do not hold 100% control over!
goat
As imperfect as this crew is, they did manage to pick up a good arm load of happy memories and are chattering on yet about the excitement they had. I got a picture of them meeting Cookie the goat, and obviously showing off the coloring they did on the pumpkin and squash once home.

pumpkin

This Wednesday after school venture was a drive out to another fam, this one a home to over 100 rabbits living “colony style” meaning running around under the shade of a tremendous evergreen tree, hopping in the mud, with hacked open squash to eat, corn husks and a few tall piles of lettuce. The fencing wasn’t high, the rabbits didn’t have names and they looked as happy as could be just living quite care free. We were there looking for a housing companion to take the physical space of our darling rabbit Billy Jo who just passed away. We chose a faw colored doe who the lady estimates to be under one year old. This rabbit is a cross between New Zealand and Flemish Giant. She’s a pretty girl, and will now be known as Sugar Buns. Currently Sugar Buns is living in my office in a dog kennel which we’ve filled with Timothy hay, some feed and veggies and a fresh bowl of water. She’s named for my first rabbit, Sug Sug, who was a Holland lop and just an absolute dear friend in early childhood.

Anyway. Farm Time. In an alter ego, I could so be that farmer lady walking around in a big yellow rain coat with a tremendous herd of rabbits, goats, chickens and whatever else was out there.

Bye, Bunny

Monday, October 5th, 2015

billy-the-bunny-019-448x336The first pet that I brought home to this address died today, seven years after we brought her home. While I didn’t spend hours in the rabbit pen stroking her fur and talking to her daily over the years, I did feed her and our other rabbit, make sure they got plenty of exercise and kept them living in a comfortable temperature during the hot and cold seasons. Billy Jo lived a comfortable seven years with us, totaling 9 to 10 years of age. She was the good bunny between the two rabbits: the one who would stay near the cage when the door between their run and the rest of the yard was left open instead of going to the other neighbors yard and risking losing her life to a dog or some other unknown danger.

190d7d5fff73cc5fc2c001579c0b7a0bHow interesting that the rabbit that lived carefully, ever a silky coat and a healthy appetite, ever ready to be held when given the opportunity would be the first to die. When she was a house bunny she didn’t get in trouble. She knew who her people were and just enjoying being who she was. I’ll miss my sweet Billy Jo, and hope to find another sweet bunny to fill that place in our family.

This neat graphic found on pinterest comes with the caption:

Hare is a lunar animal, attribute of all moon deities; as closely connected with the moon, it represents rebirth, rejuvenation, resurrection, intuition, and ‘light in darkness’.

That’s dang awesome! She’s begun the tradition of having a Flemish giant here, and it’d be great if we could get another…perhaps in her honor. Billy Jo is gone, but not forgotten.

As I’m writing good things that I did to help the rabbits be comfortable, actually it’s half truths. My hubby reinforced the pen to make it more more escape proof with each time the bunnies would jump over or dig under the fencing. It was he that bought the feed, paid for the spaying a neutering and the vet bill too for when they got some sort of skin situation that they both lost fur in bald patches three or four years back. The bunnies are family pets, the first two living things that we cast our concern on when planning our family vacation. Who will watch the bunnies?! As time has gone by we’ve acquired more pets, and come to have a number of house plants as well…because a house isn’t a home until it has animal hair and plants in it, in addition to the human inhabitants, or that’s how I see it anyway.

Good bye, Billy Jo. We’ll miss you so much.

Cat Man

Saturday, September 12th, 2015

DSCN1000DSCN0999DSCN0998Have you ever noticed that when a guy (or girl) doesn’t want to hold a cat, said cat seems to want to do everything possible to get near that individual. So is the case for my wonderful husband who has some sort of allergy to fleas.

Our two cats, Tony and Norman are just the perfect picks for our family, except the flea thing, which of course is treatable, but you know…dang expensive. Our first kitty came completely flea infested–we bathed him every day until he was old enough to be treated, perhaps that’s what caused the strong bond.

There’s an interesting story on how Tony came to be part of our family.
It was back when AJ would let me put her in the stroller and go for walks the length of which I could decide (an era long gone). I’d dropped Willie off at preschool and for some reason decided to go up the hill towards my parents house, despite knowing that no one would be home. It’s just a nice walk and had been a beautiful day, that Tuesday afternoon in May.

10409771_10154292812535425_1791237982008525763_nAnyway, along the windy pretty much one lane road that would lead toward their street I headed. Before long, as we passed the long succumbed to blackberry bushes apple orchard, across the street under a tree in front of a two story brick house were a cat and several kittens.
A man nearby looked us over as we slowed and said, “Hey there, Miss, you wanna kitten?” I said that I’d come over to look, noticing that AJ had fallen asleep.

The kittens were so cute!! And old enough to go to homes, I estimated them to be about ten weeks old.

home with AJ

home with AJ

It wasn’t hard at all to see that they had mites in their ears, a couple had entirely black inside their ears and quite possibly had worms as well. I asked where the litter had been born. He gestured to behind the house and said, “back there, ma’am, under one of ’em trailers. I rent one of ’em back there.” Pointing to the brick house he continued to explain that, “This ain’t my house.”

Any reasonable person would have gotten up then and thanked the gruff looking kind hearted man for his time and moved along, but I’m not a reasonable person. I’m a person who remembers her mother letting her bring home a mite and flea infested white male kitten who turned out to be the best kitten in the world by my 7 year old standards.

10440959_10154292812665425_7930921237325673505_nI asked this man if he had any way for me to bring a kitten home. His grin got really big and he said, “Sure thing, pretty. I betcha I got a box in the dumpster in the back. Got a minute, wait right there, please.” I did wait.

It’s been over a year. I hope his litter mates are OK. He’s grown into his adorable big paws and is a little too chubby, but such a sweetheart. Our lives just wouldn’t be the same without him. Well worth the price of flea medicine? I think so.

Darren talks about his precious childhood cat living double life expectancy. May our sweet kitties live so long. With good care and plenty of love perhaps they will. Thanks for being part of our family, Tony, this really was meant to be.

Willie hoping we can keep Tony!

Willie hoping we can keep Tony!

I had no kitten supplies at home, as there hadn’t been any plan to acquire a cat at all. It would soon be time to pick up Willie.

10441264_10154292812775425_6645306066461484093_nI quickly got Tony home in the box that the man had given me from his dumpster and when home set up a doggie pen that I had purchased when we got our rabbits, Waldo and Billy Jo back when Deeder and Cath were toddlers.

I then went off to get Willie from preschool telling him that we had to walk over to the feed store for, “some stuff” there we purchased a starter set which included a cat food and water bowl and litter pan. We bought a bag of kitten food and litter and got home as fast as our legs could carry us. The sweet little kitty was sleeping when we got home.

10409026_10154429912930425_4130011533005934104_nWhen AJ woke and the bus arrived with the oldest two Tony was absolutely at home, as if this were the place he’d been born.

We were all just absolutely in love, and worried that Daddy’d say we weren’t ready and that the kitten had to go.

Of course that was far from what happened. When he got home he saw the little guy curled up with really what looked like a sweet smile on those little kitten lips. This was home, and still is.

Norman, however, also here very much forever, was quite planned! I fell in love with her through her picture over Facebook and secretly planned to have her brought to my house. She’s so precious, and adored by our whole family. This post is full of pictures of kitten Tony, starting out with pictures of big cat Tony.

Another day we’ll have pictures of sweetpie Normy and how she came to be our little girl.

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Have any of my readers noticed that the Bible pretty much has something to say about everything under the sun? Even on the subject of loving our animals!

A righteous man cares about his animal’s health,

but even the merciful acts of the wicked are cruel. Pro 12:10

Moral of the story, that in consideration, is that we sure better keep up on taking care of our kitty-cats, bunnies, and … well…we’re still hoping for a dog, and telling the children what a, “big responsibility puppies are.”