Nov 3: Is It Bedtime Yet?

November 3rd, 2017

I’m rounding into hour 36 of my current fast and have to admit to being a little on the grumpy side! Which obviously is totally unfair to my kids, but really I totally wouldn’t mind if the clock said 9 rather than 7:12. Nine is weekend bedtime, they deserve extra play time. Play means loud activity with my kids, when all mama wants to do is curl up with my snuggly blanket and close my eyes.

Also, it’s snowing! In November.

Nov 2: Living on the Fast Track

November 2nd, 2017

It’s been nearly six years since I had a baby. Year after year I (and at least a million other Americans) put “Lose Weight” on my New Years Resolution list. This year I did, and not aiming for the next January, rather for my birthday. Then after that my goal would be to hold the weight steady and to lose another five which would bring me to where I was when I received my wedding dress so long ago. Kind of romantic, right?

Eat less, exercise more is what any doctor will begin with as advice for slimming down and staying healthy. I did that, and plateaued at about 20lbs above where I want to be which is pretty good, since it means that I’d lost 15lbs. But why stop there. I’m 32, plenty life to live certainly I can make it. With that in mind I looked for more options and came upon intermittent fasting and eventually water fasting. The thing about fasting though is that you become cold and lose energy around 17 hours with out food, interestingly however is that after hour 24 the hunger goes away. I have yet to make it past 31 hours. My knees get weak, a bit of a headache comes over me and all I want to do is sleep, none of which symptoms jive well with getting my work done around the house to go biking or volunteering at school. Fasting for prolonged periods of time isn’t meant to be a long term thing at all, just a boost in getting my body to use it’s energy that’s stored away as fats rather than just burning calories taken in through my usual food consumption.

Here’s my goal picture! We still have the truck, the husband is still standing with me…all I have to do is get my body back, well, according to me. He’s the type who will love me no matter what. :) I truly am blessed beyond measure. We’re living, loving and enjoying the family God’s given us.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going. Ecc 9:10

Nov 1, 2017: Because

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.

Every Day

October 31st, 2017

Long gone are the days when I wrote daily. Or the times that I came home to to write about the birthdays, the anniversaries and the small details that make life worth waking up to. However, it is November, which is national blog every day month. So! I’m going for it.

The two biggest things I’ve missed writing about are my 12th wedding anniversary and Koen William turning 8. Our anniversary was September 10th, this year on a Sunday. We literally had no unsupervised time together…the morning was our usual rush to get to church, then when we arrived home my sister’s van was parked in the driveway. She was already digging into our food and had all the kids toys scattered around for her children. Darren had to shower and get going for his evening shift and didn’t get home til midnight.

Koen turned 8 last Friday. All the pictures are on Darrens phone. We had pumpkin pie, and were super successful in gift picks. Turning 8 for Koenig meant a new skateboard, a RC Jeep, pajamas and two card games from Grandma, a storybook and plush Scottish terrier from me, a day in Vancouver and hockey game with Darren and donuts at school with his second grade class.

Also, since I last wrote, my mom was diagnosed with and beat cancer. Praise the Lord for early detection of what could have cost my mom her life.

So the journey continues.

Miracle Makers

September 16th, 2017

It’s time for MACC (Miracles of Adoption Christmas Campaign) which was originally called Angel Tree when I started following it back in 2012.

The premise is that waiting children are sponsored over the Thanksgiving and Christmas season, ending new years day to bring individual attention to little in overseas orphanages who can easily become such an ambiguous cause if not talked about specifically. There is of course always much debate over if the young children in orphanages should even have photo listings before adoption commitment, some countries absolutely prohibit showing children’s photos which can make raising funds for their future adoptions quite a bit of a challenge.
Sponsoring a child comes in all forms with a universal goal among those who commit to sponsoring, which this year we’re calling being a “Miracle Maker”

The goal is to raise upwards from $1,000 for That Child. Two years in a row I sponsored a little boy named Kolya. The third year I intended to signed up for raising 1K, he’d died and his fund had been gifted to another boy with Down Syndrome waiting in the same country. My heart was torn into so many pieces and I really was brought to the brink of wondering if raising a thousand meant any more than donating a dollar to that child’s “future adoption” Kolya never knew anyone knew about him, it could be he wasn’t even able to see beyond his day to day minimal care or reason anything as there was nothing else to compare in his perceptions any other reality to that which he lived and died in.
While I cried over the loss of Kolya, I knew too that it was because of him that I needed to sponsor another child. Last year I picked a boy and girl sibling set. This year that set has been split up, I’ll apply to be Miracle Maker for the remaining child who has severe epilepsy and just really is not doing well.

When I say that there are many ways of being a sponor I mean this: Some warriors go all out, setting up an awareness fundraising table at the mall selling baby booties and washcloths to profit their MACC child to organizing a spaghetti feed while others get their church to pray and share on FB a few times. Online auctions is another way pull in a bit of money for building adoption funds.

The questions I get asked is, “If this is so great, why haven’t you adopted?!” Simple answer is that God’s plan doesn’t include that for me now, maybe ever, but He sure can use me to bring awareness to the need of orphans even aid in finding the perfect placement for a little one near to my heart.

Through all the changing tides that my life has taken, either written or not, adoption is one that I forever come back to here. My hands are always comfortable typing out words on this subject, I can have the balance of peace, plea, grief and sorrow safely and come out with a smile knowing that God sees all these little kids and takes care of them in his own timing and perfect plan.

I’ll announce shortly which child on Reece’s Rainbow I’ll be participating in the Miracle of Adoption Christmas Campaign (MACC) with.