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Monday, November 12, 2012

Happy Monday. . . again

So I believe it will be a happy Monday once again. Russell only woke up once last night (YAY). I did oversleep my window of outdoor running but it was raining anyway so it was just as well. I woke up with James at 6AM and made coffee, saw him out the door and had a reasonable stretch of quiet time which was spent Bible reading and Facebooking.

Russell decided to wake up around 6:30 and after half an hour of trying to put him back down I decided to let him join me. :) He's not a bad early morning partner. Once his belly is full he's content to lie beside me and wiggle for a good length of time.

This morning I am happy thinking about how Art and Music is being woven into our lives. We do not calim to be connoisseurs by any stretch but James and I have a common love of both. Furthermore we have similar , though not identical tastes in each. This is a happy surprise to me. Marriage is full of surprises. Many wonderful, many confusing, some disappointing (let's be honest). We of course have to accept these surprises with grace and love and even when they are hard. But this is something I did not even consider of great importance when we first got married. Now I see the incredible richness it adds to our lives and how it is pretty important that both of us see this incredible gift (Art) as something to place somewhat of an emphasis on. Just add it to the list of 1001 things I love about James.



Speaking of Art, this is the second time I have admired a painting of a friends and as a result had it gifted to me. 
I love it. :) This was done by my 12 year old violin student. She is talented in the Arts, no? 

I feel as though my life is very interesting. It's interesting to me because I get to do so many cool things like, watch a newborn grow into an infant-discovering new sensations everyday. I get to watch a toddler blossom into a little girl with all the delights and woes that accompany it. I get to attempt to train her "in the way she should go" all the while trying to remember to balance my "training" with the grace that is shown to me every moment. I am given grace upon grace. . I in turn should try to give as much to my children. Not in the sense of letting them do what they want but in freely forgiving, always loving, never tiring of their needs or KL's disobedience...always being ready to "start over" and forgive and forget the tantrum that just happened. . to not hold it against her in any way. This how I am treated by my Father.  How wonderful.

And here is picture of my favorite little boy just because it makes me happy. 



Monday, November 5, 2012

happy monday

At the risk of being incredibly cliche and corny I have decided to use a series of prompts to get me blogging regularly. Monday-Friday I will attempt a blog post centered around a specific theme.

So, since Mondays have the reputation of being gloomy and depressing I have decided to make an effort to make them "happy" and then blog about it. So here is today's "Happy Monday" post.

My Monday started off kind of rocky. The baby woke up around 4:45 (it was the second time). After I fed him and got him settled back in James was awake and decided to go ahead and get up and go to work. After sending him off to work (he left at 5:30) I stumbled back to bed hoping for 2 more hours of sleep. Oh well, KL woke up at 6:30 but with a diaper change and a cup of milk I was able to settle her back in too! Since I was already awake I decided to make coffee. I am drinking the real stuff mostly now since it doesn't seem to affect Russell. I was able to enjoy some much needed quiet time and that made me very happy. 

When my babies did wake up we had a good morning. Russell enjoys his new bumbo very much. . although I think KL thinks it's hers! 




We all headed out to the park about 9AM and met some of our friends there. the sand pile is very popular!
Then it was time to head back in for an early lunch (we  eat at 11ish) and mama's favorite time. . . NAPS!


Sunday, October 21, 2012

Things on my mind

So, I've re entered the blogosphere. I'm attempting to write my own blog but I'm also reading more blogs (as times permits).  Since I'm doing all this reading I kept thinking. . . there must be an easier way to keep up with all the blogs and websites that I like. Wallah! I RE discovered Google Reader. And then I felt really stupid for forgetting about it.

So things on my mind? Well, let's see (As KL would say):

My Babies, definitely my babies. They consume about 98% of my time and make me exhausted 100% of the time but I cannot imagine our live without them. They bring me joy and a new sense of wonder every day. Like the day KL decided to belt out "Row Row Row Your Boat" while looking through a nursery rhyme book that had an illustration next to the song. This amazed me because this is not a song I regularly sing to her. I mean I MIGHT have sung it half a dozen times total. I Sing A LOT to her. . but it's just not high on my list of songs I sing. So funny. So wondrous. She connected with this song for some reason and remembered it.


Russell just sits around being a doll mostly. He is a joy just to look at. He lights up when I smile at him. HE talks back excitedly when I talk to him. He is my heart, my snuggle bunny and how did we get along without him for so long?

On my mind is my new interest in "looking put together." HA! Hopefully it lasts. I bought some jeans that fit (still a bit snug but the next size was too big). I bought a pretty top and a pair of black pants. I also bought a lipstick and some eye shadow! I am on a roll. Judging from the compliments I got when i "assembled" myself I figure I better try to stick with it because I must have looked SCARY before. LOL

                                          (the setting of a recent band performance. out in the country on a crisp, Fall Mississippi evening. nothing like it.)


On my mind is also my love of music and my attempt to balance this love and desire to be active in pursuing opportunities to teach, perform, and just play with the needs of my family. My family comes first, but James and I began this journey with the idea that my continual involvement in musical pursuits would serve as educational for our family as well as pleasurable. There is also the need for a musician to be continually well. . being a musician. As it is I DO NOT practice even a fraction of the time I did when I was in college, but if I didn't have gigs here and there or a couple student I think I would surely dry up as a musician. Maybe not completely but it would be hard to pick it back up I think.

On my mind is also my dear husband. What a saint he is. He tolerates, encourages and supports me at every turn. He is truly a servant leader and I am so thankful for him.


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

discoveries

So a lot of my perusing of the internet is generally time wasting but sometimes I find things worthwhile. Here are a couple blogs I have been enjoying lately.

To Think Is To Create- I am LOVING this blog. This lady is awesome.

I have loved this blog for awhile now. - her style is amazing. Her pics are exquisite. Her recipe's have never failed me.

In addition to all my time wasting on the internets I have been thinking a lot about body image. Wah wah wah. . . yah here we go. I am on a weight loss journey. I am a mom of two precious children and I have the body scars to prove it. I believe I will reach my goal and be a healthier person with more energy to play with my kids (have more kids ;) ) and do the things I feel called to do as the domestic engineer of my home. I BELIEVE that I WILL get there. . . eventually. I have recently started a eating very similar to the Atkins diet. I have come to hate the idea of a fad diets but I am trying to look at my new way of eating as just healthy. I eat a lot of veggies and eggs both of which are good for you. I eat meat too but try not to over eat or eat super fatty stuff. Bottom line: it's working. I lost about 8 pounds pretty fast and now it's going a bit more slowly. But that's OK. I'll get there.

 In the mean time. . . . I HAVE NO CLOTHES! My maternity/ post partum type pants are too loose now but my jeans still don't fit. I intentionally got rid of a lot of stuff recently. Stuff I've had since college. Stuff I paid $5 for and now it really looks like it etc etc. So with the exception of 2 small boxes at the top of my closet with a few things I hope to be able to wear in a year, my wardrobe literally consists of 3 pairs of jeans that don't fit yet (getting close), about a thousand T shirts, exercise pants and shorts and a few skirts and may be 3 decent looking tops. So guess what I'm going to do? I'm going to buy some clothes! Yes, and I don't care if I have to buy 2 sizes up from my normal size (which was already too big in my opinion). Mama, needs to look decent again. Then, when those clothes are too big I will pack them up to be used as postpartum clothes for the next baby. And then I'll really go shopping! It'll all work. :) I just need to feel pretty again.

Monday, October 15, 2012

That's the news from Lake Wobegon.


Why am I suddenly blogging again? I honestly don't know. I don't really have anything to say. KL peed on the floor, Russell blew out his diaper, I ate about 3 spoonfuls of peanut butter because I couldn't wait to scramble 2 eggs for my lunch. ( Yes, I am on the infamous high protein diet. . it's working if I don't cheat.) That's the news from Lake Wobegon. . . . . .

No seriously I think I get lonesome sometimes. I have friends, don't get me wrong but being a stay at home mom of an infant and a toddler (who is TRYING to potty train) can feel rather isolating at times. For some reason it's made me want to write about it. . .  because i'm an extrovert and if you don't like it you can get over it. ;) Id like to share some of my kitchen chaos on here eventually. Maybe soon. I LOVE to bake. Much too much.

It's ALMOST feeling like Fall around here. We will have a few beautiful days only to be greeted by horrid humidity after a few days more. Oh well. Maybe one day I can wear a sweater all day and not feel like I need to rip it off at 10AM.

Plans for this blog include: baking experiments, baby adventures, toddler adventures, and the odd musical endeavor. stay tuned.


Meanwhile I am staring down the barrel of nap time. Otherwise known as the time where I try to get a days worth of chores accomplished in 2.5 hours and squeeze in a little quiet time too.

Maybe if I keep rambling I'll come up with something worth while. Peace out ya'll.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Just me.

I am a sensitive person. Ok, I am a VERY sensitive person. Those who have known me only a short time may find it hard to believe that i used to be a LOT more sensitive. How is that possible? It's possible. . there are scars on my marriage to prove it. Ok, that sounds a bit extreme. Lets just say that James and I could have avoided many a conflict if I was not so sensitive. . and yes maybe if he were a bit MORE sensitive. But that's neither here nor there. We've both improved. He is much more thoughtful than he used to be and yes I have improved too. But still the fact remains, I am a sensitive person.

I try to spin this in different ways in my head. I am sensitive. Translation: I am an artist! Or, I am so much kinder than other people BECAUSE of my tendency to be ultra sensitive. I try to make it into a virtuous thing. It isn't. It's just what it is. Yes, maybe there are some pluses to being sensitive. . SOMETIMES. But most of the time it just ends in my being a big baby all the time. My feelings get hurt easily. It's so bad that my TWO YEAR OLD is capable of hurting my feelings!

Here's the point. I am trying to figure out how I am to use this trait. God made me this way. He made me ultra sensitive. HE didn't intend for my feelings to be hurt constantly (as they are) but HE did intend for me to be a certain instrument. . a certain part of the body. My sensitivity must be turned toward others I think. I think? I know! I must stop turning inward and reveling in my hurt feelings over someone's words or being left out or overlooked. The more I turn outward with a giving heart, sensitivity and thoughtfulness to others the more I am glorifying my Father. The more I strive to cultivate a thankful heart the better it will go for me and the easier it will be to deal with the hurts that come. I'll be able to "get over myself" and get on with the business of loving people instead of myself.

Hard lesson. :)

Saturday, October 13, 2012

life goes on

My babies are growing up. The oldest one can't really be called a baby anymore. She is going to be 2 in just a couple of weeks! my real baby is a baby but is almost 3 months old himself! I go back and forth between rejoicing that things are getting a little easier and bemoaning the fact that they are growing up. :)

We go through a lot of diapers at our house and even though i don't exclusively cloth diaper my washer stays busy. I do not know how you mama's who ONLY use cloth do it. I sure love all the cute diaper colors.

So life goes on. . . 

We go on lots of walks. I clean up lots of spit up. KL tries to learn to go the potty. Russell finds his fists. James brews beer. James and I try to stay connected and not get too exhausted. These are trying times. These are awesome times. :) Meanwhile, I'll write a song and snuggle up to my husband at night and try to catch those few hours before it's baby feeding time again. I know these days will go fast. Trying my best to enjoy them. 

(streets we often find ourselves on. . we love our double jogging stroller.) 



Tuesday, October 2, 2012

life in the loony bin


I often feel these days that I actually live in a loony bin. I live for quiet moments and alone time. I live for a clean bathroom and time to read a book. I live for clean laundry and a spotless kitchen. And then I realize. . I actually live for my kid's smiles. For Russell's coos and KL's sweet kisses to her brother.  Yes the clean laundry, the quiet moments, the alone time keep me sane but it's not what I live for. . not really. I actually live to see my family happy and healthy. The quiet moments help me get to a place that helps me make that happen. :)

Monday, August 20, 2012

It's a boy! russell Allen arrived July 27th at 3:54 AM. Approx. 4 hours after we arrived at the hospital. The timing could not have been more perfect.

Labor began almost 24 hours previously though. I woke up about 3AM on the 26th with my first contraction. Tried to go back to sleep and did off and on until about 5AM. I gave up at that point and got up to watch movies and sit on my birthing ball (a life saver by the way). I had an OB appointment already scheduled for later that day. So I was excited to go in and get checked to see if I was making progress. I spent the morning playing with KL and waiting for contractions that continued to come off and on but they were very manageable so it didn't interfere with KL's and my normal morning routine. I went for my appointment at 11 and even brought my suitcase with me in case my doctor sent me straight to the hospital. Alas, it was not meant to be. I was only 1 cm dilated but I was 50% effaced. So my doctor advised me to go home, rest, walk when I felt like it and he said he might see me later that night or in the morning.

KL and I headed home after a quick stop at Chick Fil A. . . conveniently locate right across from hospital/doctors office. ahem. We got home and proceeded to take naps. My contractions actually started to peter out and I was getting discouraged. In hind sight it was a good thing because it allowed me to sleep for 2 hours, which I desperately needed to do!

James got home about 4. We ate supper, played with KL, watched netflix and then decided to go for a walk. This got the contractions going again! Big time! They were still very manageable but I could tell stuff was happening! :) We walked for about an hour and a half. When we got home I showered and James got KL ready for bed. I made sure all my ducks were in a row for leaving for the hospital and spent some more time with KL before putting her to bed. The last time I would put her to bed with just her to think about and not another child needing attention.

 On our walk my contraction got as close as 5 mins apart and were lasting a good 45 seconds. I had been texting a friend off an on all day about my progress and after telling her this she suggested she come over and walk with me again after KL was in bed to keep things moving. I said sure. . so about 9PM she arrived and I sent James to bed to get some sleep if he could and we walked a good hour and a half. My contractions really ramped up at htis point and got about 4 mins apart lasting a min or more by the end of the walk.  I was still not ready to go to the hospital. . . more psychologically than anything. I was terrified of getting there and stalling like I did with KL. But I could not deny the contractions were getting stronger and stronger. I couldn't talk through them anymore and by the end of our walk I was having to stop and lean on something during each contraction. R (my friend), who has had 4 babies naturally herself, strongly suggested we go on to the hospital and at least have them check my progress. I agreed. We got back to the house and I woke up James. R said she would stay with KL until our other friend arrived to stay until KL's grandmother got there. . all in the event we ended up staying at the hospital. Well we did!

We arrived at the hospital at midnight and found out I was 5 cm and 80% effaced! Contractions were getting so tough at this point and I was trying so hard to focus on the progress I was making and not on the fear the this baby was posterior positioned as well. I was feeling a lot of lower back pain so I really had no clue if the baby was positioned correctly or not. When I finally got in my room and was finally off the monitor and free to move around I got right on my birthing ball. Oh my word, this helped SO MUCH! I stayed on it almost the entire time except to get checked or go to the bathroom. James pulled up a rocking chair and sat behind me and rubbed my back through each contraction. He was such a calming influence over me. . nothing rattled him.

 The next time the nurse checked me I was 7 cm. Progress! but I was still so distrustlful that this was all happening like it was supposed to. With KL I got all the way to 9 cm and then stalled for hours. So all the nurse's and James' encouraging words about how well I was doing fell on deaf ears. I wasn't going to believe anyone until I was holding this baby in my arms!

Back on the ball. . I came so close to asking for drugs at htis point. Oh so close. I was wishing for the nice warm birthing tub that I had with KL. I would have gotten in the shower except it hurt too much to move! Another hour or so and the nurse asked if  I was feeling any pressure. . and I was like "uh . . yeah. . a lot." She said she wanted to check me again so she could give the doctor enough time to get there in case I was about to need to push. At this point she said she could not even feel cervix anymore just a bulging bag of waters. I was adamant that my water not be broken by anyone. So the pressure began and I was told my  doctor was on his way.

By the time the doctor got there all they were waiting for was my water to break. The doctor mentioned once that I really needed my water broken but after I refused he let it go. I finally felt the urge to actually push. . a scary feeling by the way if you've never felt it. After about 2-3 pushes my water finally broke on its own. about 2 more pushes and Russell was OUT!  Ah such relief! I was shocked and over joyed to hear his cry and see the head full of dark hair. Wow. I could not believe it was OVER! At one point during the worst moments of the labor I am pretty sure I swore (at least silently) that I would NEVER put myself through this again. LOL But, when I saw Russell's sweet face I knew it was all worth it. :) Russell arrived almost exactly 4 hours after checking into the hospital. Perfect timing.

Recovery time was so quick compared to last time. I could walk on my own within an hour or two and took a shower by myself a few hours later. It was an amazing feeling to feel so good after giving birth. With KL it took forever for the epidural to wear off and even longer for me to be back to normal because of all the hemorrhaging.

So yes, I got my natural, completely drug free birth. It was the hardest thing I have ever done and also the  most incredible feeling to have DONE it. I give all the glory to God. . truly for it wasn't in my own strength that I did anything. I am so thankful for a safe delivery and a healthy baby. . . I am also so thankful for a loving and supportive husband who has taken such good care of all of us.

So, then there were four. . . .


Let the adventures begin. (hopefully to be seen on this blog.)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

So in just a few weeks this little girl, my first baby girl will become the Big Sister. Sigh. I am treasuring up our time together. . These last few weeks of just me and her. My first, my long hoped for, waited for, prayed for, Katy Lynn.  She has been the biggest challenge of my life so far and definitely the greatest joy (coming in a close second to my marriage to her father of course.)

 Life is unimaginable without her. I daily have to offer her up to the one that Loves her more than James and I ever could. Daily I have to remind myself that she is His and only loaned to us. Every moment I desire and pray that she would never know a day when she did not know the love of  Jesus Christ and that she would never know a day that she did not love Him. What a blessing that would be. God is so VERY good.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

a philosophy

(picture from a tranquil morning at the Mockingbird, waiting for our breakfast.) 




My new Philosophy is this: do what you can, when you can,  the best that you can. This may seem simple but it really works out to be quite complex in my everyday life. 

I tend to get paralyzed very easily about all the things i want/need to accomplish. I feel like most days I am just barely treading water by barely keeping up with the dishes and laundry. When I think of all the extras I'd like to achieve I get so overwhelmed to the point that I am likely to neglect the basics even out of sheer exhaustion and the feeling that it's all useless anyway. . why even try? Why even bother with the dishes when I can't seem to get started finish the scrap book I started? why even put away the laundry if my little girls room still isn't pretty and girly like I have always imagined? This seems pretty illogical I know but it's how my mind works. 

I am not giving up on the extras because I still have hope that I can create a tranquil, pulled together, each child with their own scrap book, home. . one step at a time. Just not right this minute maybe. Right now my focus has to be on doing what I can, when I can, the best that I can. Do the dishes. Do the laundry. Plan meals. Put away a few things when you can. Organize a closet when the moment presents itself the best you can before the toddler starts pulling on you too hard. One step at a time. There will not be a perfect time to make a home. You just have to do it along the way. :) 

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

I am a mess of a person. I think that's why I feel like I can't or just shouldn't be blogging most of the time. My house is a mess, my emotions are mostly a mess, my heart is definitely a mess.But maybe that's what it is supposed to be about after all. . . my big messy life.  My big messy life and the God who is cleaning me up. . . over and over again.
(a quote from one of my favorite songs that I am finding particularly meaningful today.)


"It seems that all my bridges have been burned,
But, you say that's exactly how this grace thing works
It's not the long walk home 
that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive with the restart"

~Roll Away Your Stone from Mumford and Sons 

Monday, February 13, 2012

This is my life. I am who I want to be. Well, almost. I find myself being utterly thankful for my life and rebellious about about my life almost in the same instant.
The rebellion creeps in when the dishes are piled high and I am exhausted. When the floors are filthy and KL will NOT stop pulling on me. When the the plain old tiredness of being 17 weeks pregnant hits me and I realize I have not gotten one viable thing accomplished all day. These are the times when I am very apt to assume an attitude of martyrdom, just in time to greet a tired and hungry husband. I put myself on the defensive. . waiting for him to make a remark that could possibly be seen as snide or critical. It's because of these things. . . Knowing these things about myself and longing to put the attitude of rebellion and bitterness off forever, that I say I am who I want to be. Almost. God is not done with me. Everyday I realize how far I have to go.
But this is my life, and I love it. you see that smiling face up there? That's my little girl. The most amazing gift I have ever been given. She is her daddy all over and that makes her all the more special and precious to me. Of course she looks like me sometimes but I love seeing her daddy's grin come over her face, like in this picture. These people (and the one in my womb) are my life and how Thankful I am. :)

Thursday, February 2, 2012

What can I say about life these days? Not much and A LOT at the same time. Life goes on pretty much as it always has but changes everyday too. My plans for a baking blog never materialized. It's just as well. I don't have the time or energy it would take to make such a blog interesting and readable + I would gain so much weight! Maybe one day.

So life is pretty much the same. I stay home with KL and try not to use my job as an excuse to not get anything else done. . creative or otherwise. I am still a violinist though some days I feel this ability slipping away from me and wonder home many days I can go without serious practice before I lose my "touch."

Katy Lynn is growing so fast. The rare moments when she is still enough (read: tired enough) to let me cuddle and rock her I force myself to take a mental picture knowing full well it is one of the last times she will probably let me rock her for any length of time. Oh how the newborn days seemed to drag. . . with nothing BUT rocking and walking. Now these sweet times are waning. I know they will only be replaced by other, different sweet times but still. My baby girl is so big.

Speaking of newborn days. We get to experience them again very soon! Baby Dobson 2.0 is set to arrive in late July, Lord willing. We are beyond excited! :)

This morning I actually had the kind of morning I have been dreaming about for awhile. I got up with James, made breakfast and sent him off to work, but instead of returning to bed until KL wakes up I stayed up! I made coffee, toasted my bagel and sat down with my Bible. This is the habit I want to form at least until the baby is born. We will see.

Well, there it is. . . a blog post. Hopefully I'll come up with something enlightening to say eventually but for now I'll just prattle.