Tulip Girl

I would say pregnancy is for the birds but even birds are smart enough to just lay the egg and skip all the mentionable and unmentionable pregnancy symptoms. Some pregnancy symptoms would make a grown man shudder. That being said. Our deacon and his son who is also in our Sunday School came and raked our leaves. Phew! They are pretty great for doing that. It was a lot, let me repeat, a lot of leaves. On a different note, I have this cute little thing to spend the day with so I'm happy.

Don't you just hate it when bloggers you follow don't write for a long time, then apologize for it? I hate myself. Seriously. I've got my reasons. Losing my last pregnancy then getting pregnant right away and then thinking I lost that one and then having to sit around and wait to find out if I was right or not. Not fun. Right now I am 9 weeks this coming Monday. Thursday is our next ultra sound. I'm not out of the woods yet but right now I'm dealing better with it. Mind you, out of five times I've been pregnant, I've only made it to 9 weeks once. Enough about the sad stuff. Well, almost. Hubby fractured a hip three months ago and finally two weeks ago, an MRI found it. Last Monday as in the Monday we were to be getting ready to leave for Thanksgiving, we dropped Sarah at a friend's house and headed to the hospital where Hubby had surgery to put three titanium pins into his knew. Whew! With Thanksgiving plans canceled, I played nurse maid...as in nurse an...

Dear Mrs. Elizabeth Prentiss, Thank you for writing your thoughts and experiences in a journal the whole of your adult life. I am thankful that they have been made into a book for all to read. I realize you lived well over a hundred years ago. I feel sometimes that I will never understand this life or my God who walks with me in it. Sin flows through my veins at times as thick as the blood. I try so hard to live as Jesus did and am frustrated when I don't. That is why I am so thankful for the pouring out of your heart into words. It has been so amazing to see how your journey with God transformed you, to see your spirit refined. I am encouraged. I see how you lost babies as well. I also see how that loss strengthened you but not in the ways I thought they could in my own life. As a matter of fact, I've been so angry at God. There have been moments that if He were to walk into the room I might leave. I imagine making eye contact with Him impossible. Then I read your story. I r...

So today, Sarah drags her diaper bag over to me, takes out the changing pad and lays on it right there in front of me. So there you have it. I really wanted to wait until, oh I don't know, after Christmas. The girl is only 19 months and she is dragging her potty chair around the house saying "Potty potty". She says "Diapa chi" and then squats to pee in her diaper. So next week I'm going to take the leap and go diaperless (which means we will be spending a lot of time in the kitchen) and try that way. Honestly potty training for what ever reason, good or bad, scares the pejebers out of me. Any advice is much wanted.

So, I was perusing articles on the web earlier this evening and came across THIS article which is a list of the things modern moms do. I don't normally comment on articles that disguise themselves as blogs (but often comment on blogs). This time I just had too. After reading the article, I wrote something along the lines of, "Moms for centuries have been living under the pressure to live up to someone else's standards for how to be a cool mom so the modern mom would take this list and recycle the paper it came on and go do her own thing." Take that people who try to tell us what we are supposed to do! Well, now that that is off my chest. Miss Wiggles and I went to the SPCA today. It was not however to get an animal. Our SPCA has a petting zoo in it. I'm not sure what it is about animals (I cried watching Babe) but Miss Wiggle's first time seeing chickens, goats, llamas and even a kangaroo got me all choked up. The moment was saved from my sappy over load when ...

One thing about grieving...or at least my grieving, is the desire for escapism, something else to think about. Right now, I am obsessed with my wardrobe. I've disected it and looked into the styles that are out there, consumed anything about the upcoming fall fashions, the last fashion weeks in Milan and New York. I've become something of a junkie. Then again, I design jewelry so it must not be all bad right. I have discovered that I lean towards preppie fashion with a little rebellious rocker thrown in...or I want to have a rebellious rocker thrown in. I do have one band t-shirt...from a Christian band made up of high school kids. Moving right along. Autumn is my favorite time of year though and I am excited to pull out, wash and revive all my fun and cozy sweaters. There is my tried and true rib knit army green pea coat (did I write that right?) style sweater with hood. Discription enough for you? It needs a little work as there seems to be quite a community of little pills ...

It doesn't get much better than that. Things are good right now. Thank you all for your kind words. You know, it was a lot easier this time around. There wasn't the fear that it just wasn't ever gonna work for me since I have Miss Wiggles. Having her also meant that I had no choice but to keep going, to play, to smile and laugh for her. I still grieve the loss. My dad has predicted every child in our family and a few friends as well. He always knows whether a boy or girl will be born. He has never been wrong. So when he said I was pregnant with a boy, I didn't doubt. So my little Owen is with Adam and Charis. I always have a picture of a playground in Heaven. I know that isn't Biblically accurate but I do none the less have a picture in my mind of my children and my friends children and my own sibling and my nieces in Heaven in a really big play ground that is red with sand and blue accents. There is the little ones, all of them that I love and can't wait to...