Nearing the end of 2007

I can safely say I have not felt more exhausted on a daily basis ever in my entire life. My body is fighting tooth and nail to getting up early and going to bed early. My years of staying up late with Tim and enjoying the quiet of the house seem to be a thing of the past. I am confident that eventually I WILL adjust, but as of yet, I'm still groggy in the morning. My to-do list seems rather lenghty and while I really am trying to not be perfectionistic in everything I do, it is hard to go to bed knowing so much remains undone. There are still boxes... lots of boxes! Our routines are not yet established for things like paying bills and going to the grocery. Christmas seems to be coming at a very inconvienant time :) Honestly, I think being sick right after we moved threw a wrench into my ability to get stuff done early on and then Faith's birthday, Thanksgiving and now Christmas are upon us. All that said, I do love the house and the neighborhood. The schools are better than we could have hoped and things are really good in all that regard.

I hoped to share some pictures and will do so soon, but off-loading them from my camera is one of the things on my list that I haven't quite gotten to yet :) We got the Christmas card photo taken and back from the printers. The letter is written and waiting to print and the cards are sitting on my dresser ready to be addressed and mailed... I even have the stamps! I intend to focus on all that today in hopes we can get them out before Christmas. Most of our Christmas shopping is done and just a few items remain to be purchased. I know what they are, it is just a matter of going and getting them. Some of my baking is complete and if I can, I will do a bit more this week. Kelly begins "doggie day care/training" today with Mike. His "learn to obey while you stay" has gotten rave reviews from fellow dog owners, so this week is Kelly's induction into the realm of obedience training. We sat in on a class already and we beyond impress with Mike and his program. I expect it to be a fun time for us all. Anyhow, having Kelly out of the house during the day will making baking quite a bit easier, so hopefully I will accomplish great things this week. Wishful thinking anyhow....

The church hunts still continues. We visited two more churches since my last post. Nothing quite feels like home, but perhaps that is God designed. We met another couple looking for verse by verse teaching while visiting one church. Actually, it was someone I graduated with and her family who also just returned to the area. We are pretty certain we'll begin a home study in January... probably on Friday nights. We will continue to look for a place to fellowship and serve, but we need to move ahead with what the Lord seems to have put on our hearts. We'll have to see what becomes of it!

Well, I need to get the kids out the door for school this morning!

Sickness and the Humane Society

We have all been passing around a sore throat, cough and stuffy head mess but at this point I think we are nearing the end. (PTL!) There are still boxes everywhere and I feel like I'm running from the moment my sleepy head is out of bed. My body seems to be fighting tooth and nail to continue to be a night person. Life necessitates me being a morning person during this season and I'm beginning to wonder just how long it will be before my body and mind will cooperate with the alarm clock :)

Tim is settling in at work and all that seems to be going well. He has some certifications to get but they are providing the study materials so he picks away at that as he is able. The kids are settled into school as well. All three are enjoying their new schools and we are quite pleased with the entire situation. Communication between parents and teachers is amazingly good and so unlike what we had in the mountains. We really feel blessed to be here.

We visited at CCA again two Sundays ago and hit another special service so we have yet to hear the pastor teach. It was a bit discouraging. That Thursday we went to the Calvary in Dayton for their midweek study. It was good we went that week as that was the last midweek meeting before the New Year. Evidently they take a break over the holidays. The study was good and reminded me of Frank's Tuesday morning study. The kids were downstairs and enjoyed the evening as well. They have an old church building that reminds me a lot of Bill Faehl's place in Pottstown. It was refreshing to be among familiar teaching and welcoming people. Tim actually had lunch yesterday with a guy we met that night who also works on the base. Tim and the kids (sans Quin) went to their Sunday morning service last weekend. I stayed home with Quin and his runny nose. It is a bit farther to drive than we hoped but thus far seems to be the closest church teaching verse by verse. Tim and I went to a home fellowship in Kettering Sunday evening that was enjoyable as well. Since I missed services that morning, it was good to go to a study. We are praying about begining a study after the New Year. Stay tuned for more....

When we thought everyone was finally well last week, Tim, Quin and I visited the Humane Society to see what kind of dogs they had. It is a new facility and very nice. We looked at several dogs until they closed. I went back alone the next day (the kids were off school so Hannah watched the others while I went out). I looked at five more and found a sweet tempered young shepherd mix. I put a hold on her and brought the kids back to meet her. What a gentle dog. She rolled over and let everyone pet her belly and was friendly and very tolerant of all the hands and attention. So, Saturday we picked her up and now we have a dog :) She has just been great. Her previous owner released her (allergy evidently) and she has obviously had some training. She is house broken and seems to know "sit". She is a bit hesitant with her crate and I wonder if she spent a lot of time in one before. She definately likes to be near someone and follows us around where ever we go. Last night she seemed to finally relax some about following us from room to room. Going across the room to the kitchen didn't require her to actually get up... she just watched to make sure we'd be back. Her first vet appointment was last night and she got a clean bill of health and several comments of "you got a good dog"! We have a consulation appointment next week with the trainer to set up some obedience classes for her (and us). Anyhow, her is the blurry photo from her petfinder listing:

Landed

After much ado, we have arrived in Ohio. The closing in the Poconos went much longer than expected due to some issues with the buyer's bank. The drive was nearly more than I could bear and shortly after arriving I came down with laryngitis and Faith had croup BUT I love our house, the schools thus far are better than we could even hope for and the community is wonderful. I think we will be very happy here.

Tim had an interview the Friday after we moved in and was offerred a position, which he accepted. He is working at the air force base for a computer support contractor. The pay is less than we hoped for, but the benefits seem to be quite good and there is plenty of room for advancement. They have tuition reimbursement as well, so Tim plans to finish his degree while there.

Our first Sunday we visited Calvary Chapel Tri-State (in Cincinnati). It was a nice little congregation very much like we had in the Poconos and the teaching was good. They are a very mission/outreach focused church which was nice. The pastor was saved in prison, so there is an obvious love for that type of ministry. It would be a fine place to get plugged in however the distance and time is a bit prohibitive. Last Sunday we visited Clearcreek Assembly which is a larger group and much closer. It went well there also. The teaching isn't what we are used to at all, but seemed fine for what it was. They also have seem to have a lot going on, especially for the teens, which is nice. I miss the verse by verse teaching I've become accustomed to for the last 18 years. We are still praying about what the Lord would have us do in the church regard... where to attend and serve as well as if/when to start a home study. Not many churches have a Sunday evening service, so perhaps that would be a good time to have a home study. At this point, we'll wait until after the holidays.

School is going quite well. Emma and Hannah are both a bit behind where they should be which was expected. They seem to be working hard to get caught up though and I don't doubt that they will. Hannah and I attended a winter guard informational meeting and she has decided to join. I'm excited for her and hope she finds it as fun and challenging as I remember it. Practice starts after Thanksgiving and she can hardly wait.

Jot's resource room teacher and helpers are just what we hoped for and more. He is finally being challenged and pushed to work hard and learn. We are so thankful to have found a place where they are willing to put in the effort to get results from him. His main teacher doesn't buy his "it's too much/hard/confusing" line that other's before her have given in to. Jot is excited to be reading "real" books rather than photocopies of younger readers. The class just began Holes yesterday. I really appreciate that they are stretching him up to the materials/curriculum rather than simplifying everything to the point of not challenging him at all. Thus far we are quite pleased.

I still have not quite gotten my voice back but am trying to push on and get the boxes unpacked. It seems to take six times as long when Quin keeps getting into everything and requires my attention. My goal is to unpack five boxes a day at least. Eventually it will get done. (I hope.)

I have lots of pictures but haven't spent the time uploading them yet. Eventually it'll get done... :)

Totally forgot...

I began this Belle dress nearly four years ago for Emma. Then we moved and it got pushed aside. Well, I'm thrilled to report that I finally finished the Belle dress. Now it belongs to Faith because it's too small for Emma. My guilt over that is nearly unbearable, but I have already begun (with Hannah's help) a Cinderella dress for Emma. I think it is very appropriate that this dress' completion was interupted by a move and now has been finished before a move :) It isn't for Halloween, it is just for dress up. Faith has declared she will wear it for her birthday too. Maybe after it fits better, I'll consider letting her wear it out and about... maybe.

Update on the post below (wow, two posts in one day!)... Jot did get a cast put on. A nice bright red fiberglass cast... just the color of Lightening McQueen. I knew he'd pick red. Six more weeks.

Never a dull moment...

Not that we don't already have a lot going on this week, but Monday evening, Jot fell and broke his arm. If there is a blessing in this, it has to be that it was a week before we move rather than a day before and that it is his right arm rather than his left. His right side is the weaker side so he still has the use of his domant, left hand. It happened just before bed on Monday night. He was outside running around and I guess he slipped in the leaves... he doesn't completely explain much when asked "what happened". "I fell down." So we fill in the blanks. He was up a few times that night and Tim took him to the urgent care first thing Tuesday. They x-rayed it, put a temporary splint on it and sent us to an Orthopedic specialist. This seems to be the norm nowdays... they did the same thing when I broke my arm a few years ago. Evidently, gone are the days of them casting it at the hospital. Anyhow, Jot and Tim are, as of this writing, on their way to the specialist to see if a hard cast is needed or if an air splint will suffice. It is two hairline fractures across both the radius and the ulna (thank you Mr. Holderman for my knowledge of the bones that I still remember from Physiology... flash cards work!) Anyhow, if you look at the picture above, the fracture is at the little outside bump of the left bone (the radius) and goes straight across the bone. The ulna fracture is just a bit higher along the same line. X-rays are so cool. We have a whole bunch on a disc.

Soooo... Jot has a broken arm.

In other news, we are nearly packed entirely. Only the things we are still using remain out. Tim is getting the truck early Saturday and we'll pack over the weekend. The forecast calls for rain on Saturday which won't make loading a truck any fun, but it has to get done. We are going to leave town here on the 30th, stop over near State College and arrive at my dad's in Miamisburg on the 31st. We will really hit the ground running then because I register the kids for school at 9am on the 1st while Tim and the kids start unloading the truck. (If you are in town, feel free to meet us at the house to help!). That will likely take most of the day and then at 8am on Friday Tim has another interview. He has gotten four more calls in the last two days from people interested in him. He has several phone calls to make once we're in town. Everyone wants him to "give us a call when you are here". Yes, we are very thankful for that. He will still telecommute for Philadelphia as necessary, but having a "real" job would sure be handy ;) I've tried not to stress too much about it as I know the Lord will provide for our needs. My comfort level is much better though when all things are neatly in line weeks ahead of time. I think I've grown considerably in my obsession to have my ducks in a row, but I've learned this week that there will always be room for improvement.

Hannah and I are going to attempt to drive to Lancaster Friday to meet Beverly Lewis. I'm really psyched about it. I finished her newest book, The Parting which confirms that she is still my favorite author. Unexpected endings and amazing story lines. Love her. Her book's settings are in Lancaster County which will make her book signing in Lancaster extra special for me and what a great ending to our time here in Pennsylvania. I'm really looking forward to it.

It's Fall

We took the kids to Country Junction, or what is there during the rebuilding process, on Monday. If you recall from a previous post, there was a huge fire that destroyed then entire, amazingly fun building. The kids were off school due to the holiday and we wanted to find something to do out of the house. It was a fun trip even though the place is just a shadow of it's former greatness. They are rebuilding though, so eventually it will stand again. They have rebuilt the petting zoo area and the kids enjoyed playing with the goats, alpacas (a new addition), geese, ducks and various other barnyard fowl. There is also an enlarged play area in the midst of the petting zoo, so evidently they are making some nice improvements as they rebuild. Inside the enourmous tent that is being used as the "store" part of the place it is still just as confusing as ever to get around in. It must be their trademark to have isles and stock strewn everywhichway making it easy to get lost. Getting lost in this place is fun though, so perhaps it is a marketing plan. The primary stock seems to be the home decor and holiday decor items, which I assume was always their biggest sellers. I miss the zillions of stuffed animals (the elephant!) and the "themed" areas of furniture, decor and the like... but it is what it is and we still got our $3 pumpkins. We try to get pumpkins each year. We don't celebrate Halloween (various reasons why and a post for another time) but I do love fall and harvest time, so the pumpkins add to our enjoyment of the season.

Another traditional fall event: Hannah and I picked apples on Saturday. I only got about half of what I got last year since moving will interupt things for a time. I have already made several batches of applesauce and two rounds of dry apple pies (think Hostess pies). Hannah made a pie and I also made crisp. We still have a good amount left, but they are dwindling.

All seems in order for our move. The inspections, mortgage and appraisal are all fine so it is really down to just waiting for the closing. Less than three weeks to go. We began making the calls to have the utilities turned on and set up phone and internet services... no cable TV though. Except for the three free months we got when we set up internet (cable) service here, we have been TVfree for over 10 years. I don't miss it at all and I don't think we will ever have TV again. The only time there has even been an urge for it is during World Cup time when Tim wants to see the games. We decided that is a perfect time to visit friends though ;) We do own a television set, but we only watch DVDs on it. Have I talked about our TV Picks jar? The kids each pick ten movies they want to see (from our collection here), Hannah only picks five because she occasionally gets to watch her own choices after the other kids are in bed. So all the picks go into a jar. During the school year, the kids get to draw one pick to watch after school on Friday, two after lunch on Saturday and two after lunch on Sunday. During the summer, it was one on Tuesday, one on Thursday, and 2 each on Saturday and Sunday. This has seriously cut down on the arguments over who gets a pick and the continual nagging of "can we watch a movie?". Anything that cuts down on arguments is a great thing in my book. So... anyhow, we are getting utilities set up.

I've been packing at least a box a day for several weeks now. It has helped me slow down and not freak out over all there is to do. We are getting down to the bare bones of it all though in that most of the stuff that is still out is stuff we are still using. The last couple of days will surely create several "panic pack" boxes, but hopefully it will be kept to a minimum.

Here are some pictures from Monday at Country Junction and one of Quin's first time to feed the deer...

The Land of the Disenchanted; aka Boring Might be Better (warning: this is long!).

I began scrapbooking almost exactly seven years ago. I had always loved to take pictures and had several slip-in albums full, all in chronological order (a nesting project just before Jot was born). Often Tim and I, as well as others, would pull an album off the shelf and flip through it, enjoying the fun and seeing the changes in ourselves and the kids. I always ordered doubles and shared the seconds with family and friends. Never did I attend play group without my camera. As an aside, 13 years later, I’ve still had fellow playgroup moms thank me for all those pictures of their little ones. Fun days indeed! Well, anyhow, I attended a Creative Memories party as a substitute for someone who couldn’t go. I honestly never had really been into scrapbooking or even remotely interested because my system was working fine. Occasionally I would wander the isles of AC Moore but just never grasped the need to spend more money to display the photos that I already was displaying happily. SO… anyhow, I went to the CM party.

Backing up a bit for reference, I was just a few months into my light bulb moment of diagnosis of PPD from Emma’s birth. That is another story for another time, but I mention it here only to point out that I was very into getting breaks from the kids and finding things that “I” enjoyed to relax and help me cope. I had begun volunteering at the school and at church two days a week (and developed my theory that the best antidepressant is serving others) while Emma spent some time at the daycare for staff there. I was beginning to discover that after dealing so intensely with Jot’s medical concerns and then having a very surprising and difficult emergency c-section with Emma, I was hyper focused on everything and had forgotten to feed my soul, so-to-speak. Getting some time to remember that I had valuable skills to offer in other settings was very therapeutic and I really became better at all the things I was doing. In some ways I guess I remembered myself, in a non-selfish way if that makes sense. It was a group effort though and not something I did alone at all. I was encouraged greatly to find things that were purposely not about my “mom” role, especially in regards to Jot and his therapists and doctors and issues that I’d been juggling for over three years at that point. Seeing him go off to pre-school left me with a LOT of free time and the first revelation of how much time and energy had been involved in his full time care. I was ready to find something more enjoyable to do with some of my time. I was primed for the invitation to the party.

When the opportunity arose to go to the Creative Memories party, I decided that I would continue with this trend of trying new and different things. I went, knowing no one nor nothing about what would happen there. As it turned out I really enjoyed meeting new people and it was quite fun to actually work with my hands in a sort of arts and crafts type of way. I knew I had some creative abilities at one point in my life, but discovered they had become dormant after not really using them too much. In short, I really had a good time. I liked the project I came home with and proudly showed it off to Tim. “This is something I enjoy”, I remember telling him. He was very encouraging (still is :) ).

Basically, I was excited and I was hooked. I figured that even if I was relatively happy with how I had been storing and displaying my pictures (which I was), this would be a fun, relaxing way to continue the process that I had already been doing. Carolyn, the consultant who presented the party, and I soon became good friends and I was at her house about once a week for quite awhile just cropping and talking and having a great time. I continued to take pictures in the same ways I had and I enjoyed displaying them on the big pages with a bit of color here and there. I thought it was fun to sit and talk while working with my hands to create a nice album to look through. Then things began to get out of control.

I discovered a couple of scrap booking message boards and began seeing new and different ways to scrapbook. I saw unbelievably beautiful layouts. I saw pages without any photos at all but just journaling about thoughts and feelings. I saw gorgeous photos and amazing paper art projects. I had to get in on this! I could do that, I thought. And I did. I got major “product envy” and started straying from just displaying my photos in a relaxing and interesting way. I made that jump from putting photos in albums, to creating little pieces of art. Fine for awhile for sure, and I did do well. I began submitting my layouts to magazines (another big deal among many in the scrapping community) and was even published a few times. What a thrill. I joined a design team to promote a company’s products to the scrapbooking world! But it didn’t end. Soon more products were hitting this booming market and at an ever increasing rate (and price). There was no end to the embellishments and the papers and the styles. It was totally out of control, and in my opinion still is today.

Recently, I woke up to this stray path I found myself on. No one was looking at pictures in my house anymore. Piles and piles of layouts were lying around being enjoyed by no one. I considered that if I ever scrapped all my pictures the number of albums would be insane at the rate I was going. Lumpy pages with one or two pictures on the page took up an enormous amount of space. Where would I put all these albums? Would anyone even read any of the in-depth journaling? Would anyone even see the pictures in the middle of all the “art”? I hesitated even taking pictures anymore because I knew it would add to the pile of pictures I already had that weren’t in albums nor were likely to make it in albums anytime soon. And goodness, just how much money had I invested in all this stuff that was taking up enormous amounts of space? I missed just looking at pictures.

Attempting to find some meaning in all this madness I found myself in, I took a class (actually several) about the whole organizational process for storing pictures and how to scrapbook in meaningful ways to capture memories for all eternity… blah blah blah. I really thought it would work for me too. It did for a bit. I began to see a higher meaning behind scrapbooking. I believed that telling the stories of my life was important and that I could do away with the accepted rules of the industry. It seemed OK for awhile. I still wasn’t enjoying the process much and I really wasn’t getting much done though. I was still spending too much money on the tools and the stuff. I still wan’t happy with this “new” meaning.

That is until I had my scrapbook epiphany. That epiphany is this… I NEVER scrapbooked for the memories, not in the sense that those memories went beyond the pictures themselves. I began scrapbooking ONLY for the pictures. Now, yes, just the pictures do have memories attached to them, but I truly just wanted to display my pictures in a way that they could be enjoyed. For me, it has always been about the pictures. I understand others have different reasons for scrapbooking. For some it is a way to keep a family history journal and recording generations and generations of memories and life stories. That is fine, but that isn’t what I wanted to do or ever wanted to do. I keep journals, and those serve a purpose in my life. But this thing with pictures was something all together different. I discovered that the way I display pictures (or want to display pictures) doesn’t line up with the capturing memories and making art projects and recording life stories. Essentially, I became quite disenchanted with the entire scrapbooking industry. I was overwhelmed to the point of frustration and I have never been more thankful. I also felt a considerable amount of guilt for not seeing all this sooner and essentially for being so gullible as to fall for the whole “thing” in the first place. How could I be so out of touch with who I am and what I enjoy?

Well, I am happy to say, that after several months of this thinking (if not a year or more), I am on the path back to my picture displaying roots! I took (and am taking) all my “un” chronological photos and put them back into chronological order. My orderly, linear, detailed, perfectionist, self is so much more at ease now. I literally am less stressed over such a simple thing. Putting pictures in an album was supposed to be relaxing and enjoyable, yet it had become anxiety ridden and incredibly frustrating. Having my pictures in chronological order brings a great sense of peace and stability to my life and in the words of one of those scrapbook celebrities… it makes me happy. A bit odd that something so weird can bring joy to my life, but I have always liked order and do find a sense of peace in it. Remember, I once said that the dryer running was one of the most calming sounds I know. I freely admit, I might be a bit abnormal in that. But, I am old enough to do what makes me happy regardless of the association with weirdness (and assuming it is within the boundaries of Godliness, which I think this is probably OK in that regard ;) ). Loads of products, always newer and always more, doesn’t make me happy. Spending time agonizing over the ins and outs of design and style doesn’t make me happy. Rubbing elbows with people that irritate me for the sake of artistic expression really doesn’t make me happy either. Life really is too short to wear uncomfortable shoes and the scrapbooking industry is way too uncomfortable for me lately.

So where does this leave me? One place it leaves me is with a LOT more room for living… physically and figuratively. I have sold nearly every scrapbook embelisment that I don’t LOVE. That alone has freed up large amounts physical space. I’ve created boxes of doubles for the kid’s albums and am finishing up putting all my pictures and existing layouts back into chronological order. Aaaahh that feels good! I will still do the occasional theme album and have some planned already. Primarily though my albums will be about a LOT less “stuff” and a lot more pictures. Insanely boring? Perhaps. But it makes me happy.

I liked the creative outlet of making elaborate pages, but I’ve rediscovered a former creative outlet. I’m back to sewing and enjoying the feel of the fabric and the true utilitarian uses for creating with fabric. I am finishing some projects from long ago and planning some new ones. My picture taking will always be a joy of mine and I will display my photos in my home and in albums. The pictures will be preserved safely and with a few notes to help me remember the times and the places. But the days of spending hours and fortunes for something that doesn’t bring me joy but in fact brings me guilt from the wasted (?) time and money is over.

What a freeing feeling I have from finally typing out these thoughts that I’ve been cementing in my mind these last several months, rambling though they may be :)

More on the move and life with the kids coming soon. By the way… any ideas for a change to the blog title? After all, I won’t be telling it on the mountain much longer!

Sale Pending

Tim found a house for us and put together an offer yesterday late afternoon. By noon today we had gotten the call that our offer was accepted as written and we our on our way to buying a house. It has really been an exciting few months. Our house sold in record time and we found the perfect house for us and we are shooting for closing on the same day. Amazing! God really seems to be working in all this. We felt it was His leading that called us back to Ohio and it would sure seem that there is great confirmation of that. We are all eager to move and get settle in our new "old" town. I have just a couple of pictures to share. This one is obviously the front :) It backs up to the Community Park. There is a lot of landscaping and the home it super clean inside. I think we will do very well here. The space is a different than here in the mountains but the square footage might actually be a bit more. It is what is called a quad level. On the left side is the ground floor with a basement under it. The middle section is a split level up to the bedrooms and a split level down to a bonus room area (likely will end up as Tim and my's bedroom). The basement is reached through this bonus area. Then the two car garage is also reached through the bonus area and is actually six steps up from the bonus room to the garage. I really like the seperate spaces and we've found that this type of layout works really well for us. The kids will have the upstairs bedrooms. The back yard is fenced with a deck and several trees, shrubs and the like. It is a great "kid" yard, but I'm going to love it as well. There is already a little garden so I can once again grow some veggies and not worry that the deer will eat them all!! And here is one of the really wondeful aspects of the house....

Yes, I will never again have to drive to the post office to get my mail. I will never have to struggle filling out an online shipping address form because I don't have a street address. My PO Box will be obsolete and I will rejoice greatly. This wondeful mail box will only be shadowed by my great joy in never having to drive my trash to the dumpster again. Someone will bring me my mail and someone will take away my trash. Life doesn't get much better!!

Going on a House Hunt

Tim is currently driving to Ohio (nearly there as of this writing) and has an appointment tomorrow morning to walk through seven or so houses. Yes, he is going to buy a house without me :) With the wonderful invention of the internet however, I feel as though I already have a good idea of the houses he's going to see tomorrow. There are pictures galore available of these homes, so we've narrowed the choices together here. Growing up there, I am familiar with the area and though it has been 20 years or so, I have a general idea of the layout of the houses and the community. There are several good homes and any of them would meet our needs (assuming that upon walking through them Tim doesn't find a missing roof or anything horrid). I hope that by this time tomorrow night, I'll know which house we plan to write an offer for and that by the end of the week, we'll know what our new address will be. I can hardly believe we are already at this next step. It is very exciting. Tim also will be interviewing for work, which is the other reason he will be in town. We trust that God is the one who has led us here and He will continue to provide what we need or close a door... we're welcoming whatever He happens to have for us. Stay tuned :)

Sold

We accepted an offer on the house and are quite happy to have the house officially sold. We still have to get to settlement, but it would seem that there isn't anything that will stop that from happening. Overall the house sold is just about 1 month, which is wonderful in this market. We feel quite blessed by that.

Now things step up a notch in the "moving along" arena. Tim is planning a trip to Ohio (most likely a week from today) and will buy a house and hopefully find a job too. We've been watching several homes since May on some realty sites and have seven good possibilities. Tim has talked to a few mortgage companies and we are in good shape in that regard, so it will be a matter of actually looking at the houses and putting together an offer. Tim is a bit anxious about buying a house without me there (understandably so) but it really does seem best all around to have just him go. I can tell much from the pictures online and after 18 years of marriage, I trust him to make a fine choice. Each possibility has good and bad, so it is really just narrowing things down.

It is nice to not have to stress over keeping the house spotless for awhile. We can soon begin packing more things. We'd already packed several boxes in preparation to sell, so we are already down to bare necessities, but it will all have to get done. We close on October 30th which is about six weeks from now.

I'm home this morning from church with Emma who isn't feeling well. I kept Quin home as well to give the nursery volunteers a break. Emma and Hannah both got haircuts yesterday... Hannah got layers (that look really nice) and Emma got all hers cut off. She's been begging for month to go really short. Last haircut she went with bangs again and a short bob, but still not above her ears. She now has a definate pixie cut. It looks really cute and she loves it. I'm glad she doesn't hate it, 'cause it would take awhile to grow back out. I'll need to take some pictures and post them.

Well, since I'm home this morning, I guess I should do some laundry :)

Things are progressing...

First, I have to share some really great news! Last summer I began searching for a copy of The Big Tidy-Up by Norah Smaridge. I actually have this from my own childhood. It is one of my very favorite books about a girl named Jenny and her horribly messy room. In the end, she cleans her room and all is right with the world.... such a happy story that I can SO relate to! So anyway, my copy (a first edition I learned) had one page that was torn and the binding is very loose. I thought it worth the effort to replace this book as I had done with another favorite childhood book (Peter's Wagon). I found the other on ebay for about $3.00, so I thought surely I'd find some used book seller that had The Big Tidy-Up for a reasonable price. Oh my goodness was I in for a surprise. There were two listed on ebay and both were over $500.00! Evidently I had quite a rare and expensive book on my hands. I immediately removed it from the shelf and put it up for safe keeping. Now before you judge me for keeping good books from the kids, I do take it down and read it to them quite often, but we always read it together. After all, one page is already ripped! And until recently, I thought this was the last copy I'd ever see! Well, tonight I found this! In May of next year, the book is being re-released!! All for only $8.99! I can hardly wait. I will be on the pre-order list. In fact I would have ordered it tonight but since I have no idea where my address will be in May, I thought it best to wait a bit.

Next bit of good news is that we have an offer on the house. We knew it was coming last Friday as there was some verbal negotiations already (the offer is through another agent in the same office) but we actually have it in hand now. It is not the best offer in the world, but in this poor housing market, we have decided to accept it. In the end, it will give us what we need and enable us to get into another house. If all proceeds as planned, we will close the end of October. I'm hopeful that all will go through and we'll be on our way.

School for Jot has been difficult. The district isn't implementing his IEP as it is written and each night seems like another struggle to overcome. We are quite discouraged and even more eager to get out of this district and this state. He isn't getting the services and support that we spent so many hours on last spring trying to get straighten out. It is so frustrating. Hannah is doing quite well in her classes and Emma is progressing along as well, though neither situation is what we would like it to be. At least we have a plan to move on. I only pray that it is better elsewhere. We've tried to do our homework and have talked to several people, so I feel much more informed than when we came here. All that has to be good right? I haven't yet abandoned all hope that a good public school education still exists somewhere. I'm close to that giving up point, but haven't yet crossed that line. A return to homeschooling may yet be in our future. Only time will tell. If we do return to it, at least we'll be in a state that isn't considered the second worst homeschooling state in the nation!

Cool weather is here and the leaves are changing. I love this time of year!

September begins....

School started last week for the oldest three. Hannah is now in 8th grade, Jot is in 4th and Emma has begun 2nd. We managed to get everyone off for the new academic year without any major trouble. School supplies were purchased and thankfully, only two of the five kids needed boat loads of new clothes. Thank the Lord for hand-me-downs. Hannah and Jot, however, being at the top of the hand-me-down chain were in desperate need. I was able to outfit Jot completely for the year (I hope) at Target. Hannah and I spent a good part of last Saturday shopping for her. It went very well though. Five of the first six pairs of jeans she tried on actually fit. I was stunned and amazed! Early this year we went on a hunt for jeans and had to go to five different places before we found anything acceptable. We started on Saturday at Kohl's and found nearly everything she needed in less than an hour. Miracles do still happen. We made some rounds to JoAnns and Target (and Taco Bell) but were home in time for dinner with everything we went out to get. It is a rare thing indeed. Emma needs some new tights and Jot will soon need shoes, but for now we are all set in the clothing for kids department.



Although I haven't mentioned it here, most of you reading this know we are moving. The house has been for sale for a few weeks and even in the bad market, we've had a handful of showings. Today was a second showing and we are quite hopeful that we'll soon get an offer. Tim has made some very good contacts and had a couple of promising phone interviews as well. I'm praying that all the timing of sell the house/get a job/buy a house all works out. It seems unlikely for it all to come together perfectly but God is able I'm certain, so we'll just wait and see what unfolds. We are headed back home to Ohio. So many things have led to the decision and we are finally at a peace about where to go and what to do. Now we wait out the details.


I wanted to share this picture of dirty belly boy. Doesn't he look like a complete wreck in this picture? His milk gut is really getting the better of him. He also has a unique relationship with dirt. If it exists, he will find it and eat it and roll in it and cry when you wash it off. We find ourselves pulling his shirt down quite often throughout the day now. He still is cute though, even if a bit smelly :)

We are enjoying much cooler days here and the nights are getting down right cold. I absolutely love it. I adore the fall and especially here where the leaves are changing and the air is crisp. I'll miss the weather here that is for sure.

We had some friends from church here for Labor Day and enjoyed a beautiful day. It was fun to not have to clean the house because it is so clean already from showings. In fact it has honestly never looked better since we've lived here. Isn't that always the truth? Looks wonderful just in time to leave! We are trying to enjoy it and trying to maintain order throughout the day. I figure if we learn how to keep it spotless while selling it, perhaps we'll get used to it and keep our next house just as nice.

Big Black Bugs

No, I did NOT take this picture. And NO that is not anyone I know or am related to holding it. Read on to understand why not. In real life these Broad Neck Root Borer Beetles are 2-3" long and ugly as sin. Why am I telling you this?

Well I have a little story. It rained for quite awhile yesterday and as you can read in my previous post, Quinton enjoys playing in the mud. In a failed effort to keep him from totally covering himself in mud again, he found other ways to amuse himself. I was inside reading a book and Tim and the little girls were outside. I hear Emma shrieking that Quin has a bug... "DAD, HELP!! HE HAS A BIG BUG!!!" She was really yelling good, so I thought this had to be interesting. Silly me, thinking he had a Daddy Longleg or a stink bug, put down my book and casually went outside. Tim also must not have thought it was too much of an emergency as neither of us were really hurrying to see what the commotion was all about. We met outside the garage on our way out back toward Quinton. Faith and Emma, at this point, were literally jumping up and down. Quin walked around the corner of the house with his prize. Yes, as you might already have guessed, he had one of these big ugly nasty bugs. Tim picked up Quin and pried the bug out of his hand. Once in the grass it immediately tried to bury (bore?) down under the grass. Can you blame it? It was probably as freaked out as Emma and Faith (and me.). So what does Quin do next? He screamed and cried to be let down and then picked the ugly thing back up. I couldn't believe it. The bug was bigger than his hand. When he grasped it the thing looked like a guinea pig in an adult's hand. He was not the least bit scared of this thing and quite to the contrary, was rather mad that we took his new toy. Finally something that doesn't require batteries! We had to pick the ugly bug up (with a shovel) and carry it back into the woods so Quin wouldn't chase it down. Of course, as soon as he was back on the ground, Quinton headed for the woods on a bug hunt. Yuck, ick, ick. So, I do not have an actual picture of this thing because I was too grossed out to go get my camera. I'm still shocked the thing didn't pinch him. Ick. Ick. Ick. It was really big and really creepy. When I know that everything he touches he also tastes, my imagination runs wild and I feel a bit weak in the stomach. Can you imagine??? EEEwww.

Let's Talk About the Weather

So, it's been raining here.

Disclaimer: Emma was watching him, not me.

He was really mad when we took him in....

look at the compassionate dad face compared to the muddy mad face.

Aren't they both just too stinkin' cute?

Feeling Rather Thankful for Crocklings (Thanks Mom)

This cute little shoe is one of the pair that my Mom bought for Quinton. She also got a pair for all the other kids, but I am especially thankful for these. They are the real deal Crocs for toddlers, aka as Crocklings. Quin just adores them. He wears them all the time and when they are on his feet he instantly assumes that means we are either going somewhere in the car or going out to play in the yard. He has his little routine of bringing them to you and holding them up for you to take. Once you have them, he immediately flops down on his back side and waits for you to put them on. Once they are on, he toddles straight for the door and attempts to open it on his own. SO cute!

We had a brief time of distress when one went missing a few weeks ago. I think I was more upset than Quin was. I was quite afraid he had thrown it in the trash (which is where my long lost, but since replaced, mixer attachments ended up I fear). Well, there was great rejoicing when the lost shoe was discovered in the box of Barbies. I hear they like shoes, so they obviously were hording Quin's crocklings.

Crocs, I have discovered are the nearest thing to a perfect shoe for our family. All of our kids would go barefoot everywhere if it were acceptable. Crocs are close to going barefoot and they live in them. They don't need tying, so that saves time when we are all running out the door and are late. They are easily rinsed off when they get sandy or dirty. And they don't require socks so that cuts down on the laundry I have to do... definately a plus in my book.

Mom, thanks so much for the Crocs for the kids. They love them. I love them. I have less socks to fold. You are wonderful.

I may hit you up next year for another round for everyone :)

Mid July Checking In

Well it is nearing the end of July and work on the house continues. I am happy to announce that all the room painting is done!! We have some touch up work in the family room and three doors to paint but the complete end of painting is so close I can see it. In the last three years Tim and I have nearly perfected our painting skills. Every room in this house has been painted and some twice. We've spackled and painted more in the last three years than I ever thought possible. And do you know what? I STILL don't like to paint. I love the look of fresh color on the walls but I really have gotten to the place of not liking the process. But, it's nearly done and that makes me very happy.

We have the floors to put in the laundry room and the bathroom.... purchased and ready to go. The heaters need to be put back in and one light needs to be installed. Our punch list is getting shorter and it is a good thing.

Tim and I are continuing our journey through the DVDs at the library and are into the second season of All Creatures Great and Small. We are enjoying them and have found ourselves wrapped up in the stories. A nice break from all the craziness of life.

Everyone is well here and for that I am quite thankful. We've gotten to the pool a few times and seem to be managing the summer for the most part. The annual baptism and church picnic was last weekend. Only one person was dunked this year, but it was a celebration none-the-less. The weather threatened to ruin the day, but it held off until the festivities were over.

Sorry, no pictures this time... I haven't spent any time downloading them yet :)

Chasing Chipmunks and a new author....

Look carefully at the above photo. I have attempted to highlight the little chipmunk running under the step by leaving it in color and making everything else black and white. Now, see that blurry little boy on the right there? That is Quinton. He has discovered that chipmunks live under our front deck steps. All that white stuff spread by the step is corn. The corn is actually purchased to put in our deer feeder, but the girls felt bad that the chipmunks were missing out, so they feed them too. Well joy of joys these chipmunks are. I'll insert here that the little girls consistantly call them "chick"munks which just cracks me up. I'll always have a picture in my mind of a hooded, cloaked svelt cheerleader type woman... the really religous chick. Anyhow... Quin will sit on the step of the garage which is about 12 feet from the deck steps and wait and watch with great patience. Soon, a little chipmunk peeks out and begins to gather some corn (which really is hilarous to watch them fill their cheeks), then Quin hops up and toddles as fast as he can toward the chipmunk. The little animal really is pretty brave as he (or she... I can't really tell :) ) waits until Quin is nearly on top of it before it scoots back under the step. Sometimes it'll run into the downspout thing which totally delights Quin as he pounds on it until it runs out and across the driveway. Poor Quinton isn't quite quick enough! You would think Quin would tire of this game, but as of yet he hasn't. In fact, he followed this routine for over an hour the other day. He also has discovered the joy of sitting in puddles.

I go to the library all the time and I just love to read. Sadly, my reading does keep me from other important things like laundry and housework and other not-so-important things like scrapbooking and sewing. But, I enjoy it and find that relaxing in our fluffy chair with a book helps me make it through another day sometimes, so I do indulge occasionally. Well a few weeks back when browsing the new titles, I came across Jennifer Chiaverini's book, Circle of Quilters. Being a quilt lover, the cover caught me right away, so I grabbed it and thought I'd give it a try. Well let me tell you.... I couldn't put it down. What a wonderful story and what a fabulous writing style she has. Her books all have quilting and quilters intertwined in the storylines and let me warn you, you'll want to quilt if you don't already! On the inside covers of her newer books are the designs of the quilts mentioned in the story. On her website you can find the actual photographs of the quilts that she as made to go along with the stories. Beautiful quilts! I finished Circle of Quilters eager for more! I was a bit concerned that I had jumped into the middle of a series, however after looking at her website I found that evidently, the order of the books doesn't much matter. I went back to the library and got her first book, The Quilter's Apprentice. Fabulous!! It is rare to find a book that holds my attention but still is "G" rated. I can't stand reading filth. I am so afraid to read a book that I've not gotten a trusted review on so I began this new book with some caution. Cover to cover it was good wholesome reading. I can't wait to read them all. I have her second book on hold and in the meantime the library got in her newest release, The Quilter's Homecoming, so I picked up and enjoyed it just as much. So while I am attempting to read them in order, the two that were out of order really didn't seem to be problematic at all. At this point I think Jennifer Chiaverini has moved into the second spot as my favorite author. My all time favorite is still Beverly Lewis. I am impatiently waiting for her new series as I have already read everything she has written... even most of the children's titles :) I've gotten Hannah hooked on her too, so you know I trust her writing. Beverly Lewis is technically classified as a Christian author, but I believe her Amish based stories would be very attractive to many audiences. Therein ends my author reviews for tonight!

Now, if you take my advice and begin reading some of Jennifer Chiaverini's books and get inspire to quilt, let me leave you with this fabulous website I discovered, Quilt Blocks Galore. There are over 1000 quilt blocks with instructions for free! I spent over an hour just browsing and dreaming!

Here is a picture of the floor in progress, it is now complete but I haven't taken a more recent photo :) I like how it turned out and definately improves the look of the entire space. We have all the baseboards back up and are prepping to paint those (again.). I began cutting baseboards for downstairs which has honestly been a real thrill for me. We had to replace several pieces from when we first moved in and I figured out how to measure them and cut them. Tim showed me how to use his cut-off mitre saw thing and it's really cool. What a feeling of accomplishment to cut wood and have it fit correctly :)

This next picture is proof that Quinton loves Strawberries. If he even sees a berry he cried until he gets some. Using a fork is a new skill of late and he is really excelling in it. Though he has gotten quite frustrated that you cannot eat pretzel sticks with a fork. And evidently, everything tastes better when on a fork.


School is officially out and the kids have been finding things to keep busy with. They covered the entire driveway with people pictures to the point that it resembled a mass murder scene with body outlines everywhere. Thankfully they colored them all in and it turned out very nicely. Of course they asked me to take a picture. How could I resist?













It has been lovely weather the last few days. The evening have gotten quite cool and it makes for great sleeping weather. Working on the house is the main thing on our schedule for the near future, but we are trying to plan a few day trips and some other short outings to add some excitement to the summer. More on those plans as they come together.

Everyone is well and we are thankful for that. Nothing much to report really :)

Home Today

I was on the schedule for the nursery this morning and actually made it to church... but, came back home. Earlier this week Quin's nose started running. He is getting more teeth (his canines... oh those are so fun :/) and allergies have been bad, so we just figured it was a combination of both things. Well, this morning he had a fever and the crusty yellow junk in his nose didn't look good. I took everyone in, got Tim's opinion on the matter and brought Quin back home. A sub was found for my nursery spot. He nearly fell asleep in the five minute drive so I just put him to bed. He slept for over two hours! Now I'm not sure if he'll take another nap later this afternoon (he normally only takes one after lunch) but he does seem to be feeling a bit better. Perhaps he was just worn out.

Tim and I started installing the floor upstairs yesterday. I now remember how frustrating putting in the first two rows are, but now that we are on our third row, it does seem to be going in easier. We had a later start due to some door frames that were still in need of more trimming, but at least we are on our way. What is down so far does look nice though :)

Hannah and I went and picked some strawberries last night after dinner. I got two batches of jam done last night and another two made this morning (when I wasn't at church). I've eaten a good amount already too. I love strawberries and fresh picked are just beyond good. Quin loves them too.

Today is the Pocono 500, so the trails are full and the traffic is heavy. I had planned to go to Kohl's and look for shoes for Hannah but had forgotten about all the traffic. It will likely wait until tomorrow night. The raceway is about 10 minutes from our house so this is a popular place for all the fans to stay. It wasn't too bad last night noise-wise. The Pennsylvania 500 (in July) is usually worse for fireworks (illegal here) and loud parties, but I'm still thankful for the quiet night.

We had what was supposed to be an IEP meeting for Jot on Friday. We actually were not able to have the meeting though due to so many changes necessary to the evaluation report. The actual IEP meeting was re-scheduled for Tuesday. I went into the meeting fearing it was going to be a huge argument, us vs. them, about services and needs for Jot. Granted, we are already at 80+ days of something that is to take no more than 60 days to complete, so I was primed for an argument. Nothing much was said about the late time, but we did manage to have some good discussions about Jot and his schooling. More thought on it is necessary before we can sign off on anything, but at least we made some progress. I'm still rather conflicted about the benefits of public school for our family and the benefits of homeschooling on the individual child. What is best for them and best for "us as a whole" seem to be different. All of it goes into our bucket of concerns and our prayers for guidance and wisdom. The issues this week with watching movies in school wasn't super encouraging either. Anyone that has seen The Princess Bride, please feel free to leave a comment as to the educational significance of this movie for a history class . The lack of reply to an email or return phone call sort of gets my back up too.

SO, in summary.... this week was full. Next week will be even more so (three doctors appointments, and IEP meeting and the last days of school), but our floor is going in :)

Well it sure has been awhile hasn’t it? Lots to catch up on I guess…

First of all, I was able to tape together my Bible and for now anyway it will be fine. And in case anyone was wondering, the missing corners were from Job :) How funny is that?



The play went very well. The sound drove us all nuts and Tim's expertise in that area could have been utilized well, but all in all it was good. Everyone did great and fun was had by all. Hannah is the third from the left in the picture (which didn't turn out too good but is what I have to offer :) ).

My mom came to visit over Mother’s Day. It was a short visit but we all had a nice time. We went to Boulder Field (That great picture of my mom is from there) and on Saturday spent the day at Knoebel’s. I’m so glad we decided to go. It is a really fun place. Just like the old time town carnivals. The crowds really weren’t too bad and everyone got to ride several things. I will eternally remember Faith on the little race cars. Oh my goodness… right out of the gate she ran straight into the wall. The workers hopped on board to help and she just let go of the wheel and let them take her around the track. Definitely a princess in the making. Which does remind me of a latest quote of hers. Tim: “Faith are you going to grow up to be a responsible citizen?” Faith: “No, I’m going to be a cheerleader”.

We are continuing to work on the house (nothing new in that statement). It is safe to say that I’m getting rather tired of living in a remodel, but the end is in sight. After much deliberation, we decided to go with a Mohawk laminate in the entire upstairs area (living room, dining room, hallway and kitchen). We got a great deal on a discontinued oak look that matches the kitchen cabinets and have it all ready to go. The last several days have been spent pulling up the remaining wood tiles. These, for some unknown reason, were glued (with what seemed like gallons) to the subfloor. It took much patience but all the tiles are up. Next we began work on the very crooked, very ugly, very pink-grouted kitchen floor. This had a ½ inch concrete backer board on it on top of a ¼ inch subfloor. All in all the “step” up into the kitchen was about an inch. It has been an eyesore since we moved in. Prying up the tile has taken longer than we thought (doesn’t everything?) but it is all up and already looks a million times better. It made a huge mess and we (Tim) carried around 20 boxes of debris downstairs. Thankfully a guy from church in Philly is letting us throw the mess in the dumpster, so we don’t have to pay to take the stuff to the dump.

The Memorial Day weekend was rather quiet in the Trails here. It bulged with renters, who in past years have been rather loud and disruptive, but we made out pretty good this time. We held a yard sale on Friday and Saturday which made us over $300. A nice little bit of money for a couple days of sitting in a chair talking to people. Lots of stuff left our house which was the point and for which I’m happy :) I took the profits and paid for some summer clothes for the kids, Chinese carry-out and Tim and I went to see the new Pirates movie.

As far as the Pirates movie goes, I enjoyed it. I held off watching any of these movies until just before we left for Disney. I have to say I enjoyed the first one WAY more than I thought I would. It is actually now one of my favorite movies. Tim picked up the Jack Sparrow accent immediately and continues to make me laugh with his lines. Anyhow, about the third one… I read several very negative reviews. They said it was too long, too confusing, even too dark. I found it quite fun. Of course it’s a confusing story line, that is part of the point. No one is on anyone’s side…. for me, that is much of the fun of it. It was a bit on the dark side, but no more so than the second one in my opinion. I was quite surprised by the ending, which I liked. I hate knowing what is going to happen. There were some great lines and some classic Johnny Depp. My only gripe might be that there was not enough scenes with Keith Richards. He was a hoot and does have the best line of the movie (again, in my opinion.). So in conclusion… if you are after great drama and serious story lines, choose Lord of the Rings. If you are after Princess Bride laughs and a fun movie, go see At World’s End. So much for my movie review :)

It’s a stormy raining night and I am worn out from prying up tiles. I think I’ll go finish cleaning up and take a shower :)

The last picture is of all of us with Mom. We stopped to look at the lake at Hickory Run after our trek on the boulders. Mom got a big glob of tree sap in her hair from leaning into the tree. Oops.

Oh, I nearly forgot. I broke down and bought new mixer attachments. Mom tried to bring me some from the KitchenAide outlet near her, but they sold her the wrong size. Evidently all of the parts do NOT work on all of the mixers, contrary to what the salesman thought. Anyhow, I found them on ebay and am now back to being able to mix things :) My oven is fixed too :) Things do appear to be looking up again, one month later.

Horrible Rotten Very Bad Day(s)

Monday went pretty well. Tuesday got worse. So far today is even worse. Why is it when Tim leaves town all manner of things happen? I so very much want to be "with it" and keep the world spinning while Tim is away, but the honest truth is is that it usually is very difficult and I usually end up feeling like a complete failure as far as a mother and human being. Gone are my ideals of having Tim walk in and reporting that we had a marvelous time and all is well with the children and the world. I'd really stink at being a single mom. If God decides to take Tim, he had better take me with him 'cause I can't do this alone.

Last week before I left for the conference, the dryer and the oven broke. Actually I broke the oven trying to clean it (talk about guilt). Evidently that is what I get for trying to clean the oven. I lifted the heating element to wipe the junk out of the bottom before using the self cleaning function (just as the instructions tell you to do). Well, it shorted out, tripped the breaker, shocked and created a huge spark (neato.). A wire totally fried and we are now waiting on the replacement part (thank God for RepairClinic.com). Thankfully the stove top and the broiler work... but I do miss baking. We've grilled quite a lot this last week or so :) The dryer's heating element was on it's last leg for nearly a year, but at least we had the forethought to order a new part before (again Thanks to RepairClinic.com) and Tim repaired that last week. I'm ever so thankful for a handy husband. He has saved us fortunes by fixing stuff himself.

The kids all go nuts when Tim isn't here. His stabilizing force keeps the calm. Hannah and this play with the ever increasing practice times and every increasing lack of information has been very tiring. We had to arrange help to get her home while Tim was away since the kids are all in bed and I can't leave them to go get her (20 minutes one way... gotta love the boon docks!). So now, not only is she having to be there earilier and earlier, and getting home at Lord-knows-when, she is making our friends have to wait at the curb for nearly an hour. Not a good thing in our house. We are trying to be understanding, but keeping kids out after ten on a school night is really pushing it in my opinion. The play is this weekend, so at least the end is in sight. God help us make it through tonight's rehearsal.

So far today Quin was up at 12:30 AM hungry because he wouldn't eat dinner last night. So I fed him. I didn't get to bed until after 1:00 AM due to being a worried, angry mess that Hannah wasn't home and I had no idea where she was and then feeding Quin. Quin was up again at 3:30 AM with his leg twisted through his crib slat (not hurt, just stuck). Then he got up at 6:30 wanting breakfast, that he wouldn't eat. Perhaps it is still his teeth, but I have little sympathy at this point. Read on. I've not had much sleep (not a good ingredient). Hannah was up late, of course, because she didn't get home until after 10:00. She rushed through a shower and tried to wear her dirty clothes to school... that was a molehill I would really have rather done without this morning. Jot spilled jelly all down the front of him and gave me an attitude when I told him he'd have to change his shirt. What is it with wearing dirty clothes to school? At least Emma was dressed in something clean (probably too cold for shorts, but at least it was clean... she'll learn). Quin refused breakfast. I ate mine and his and then somemore. Somehow it seems as though food does help stress, though I know with my head that isn't true. I sat down with my tea and got ready to read my Bible. Got up to do something (bathroom maybe? I don't remember now), put my Bible in the middle of the kitchen table (what I thought was well out of reach) and came back a few minutes later to Quin tearing the pages into little bits. I had to take a quick walk to calm down and I'm still upset about it. 15 years worth of notes in that Bible and several parts of Psalms are now in bitty pieces. I actually screamed something totally unintelligible to no one in particular. It seemed to help some.

I have since tried to tape and glue the pages back in, though I still have two parts that I cannot find where they came from. I imagine this is a lot like what the guys that found the Dead Sea Scrolls had to do. I'll use BlueletterBible.org and try to locate the passages so I can find where they are supposed to go. Now I need to decide if I try to make do with this or buy a new Bible. I hate the idea of both options. I really, really love my Bible. It is a Cambridge Concord and hard to find (and not real cheap even though I only have to pay cost). I know the bookstore in Philly can order another, but what about all my years and years worth of margin notes? Ugh. It just makes me sick. I know Quin doesn't have the ability to know what he was doing, but gosh I hate it. This is worse than when I lost three roles of film in the mail. That sick feeling stuck around for months but there was nothing anyone could do to fix it.

For a bit more than a week now, I'm also missing my KitchenAid mixer attachments. I found the dough hook but cannot find the whisk and the flat mixer thing. We've looked everywhere, twice. Quin loved to bang them with the pots and pans and I just have this sinking feeling they made it into the trash (a new game Quin plays). Emma's chore is to empty the trash and she would never have considered that it was heavier than normal or there was anything amiss. We put the trash behind a closed door for safety, but it has been out a lot recently with all the painting and work we've been doing in the living room and the kitchen (and another reason a heavier-than-normal bag wouldn't create suspicion). I'm looking at $35 plus shipping to replace them. I just can't give in yet, I still think they might be somewhere here. I know if I do order replacements, we'll find the originals the day the replacements arrive.

So this whine and vent post is nearly over. I put Quin back to bed and I think he is actually sleeping. I'm sure I'll be trading in his afternoon nap, but at least Tim will be home by bedtime and I can have some quiet now. I'm breaking our house rule and letting Faith watch a movie on a school day. Gosh, am I pathetic or what?

It's Wednesday Night

Tim is rolling the paint in the hallway and I've finished cleaning brushes, so I thought I'd take a second (or few) to check in here. We've been working like crazy on the house and are really seeing results. It is a good feeling. We are motivated and taking advantage of that motivation. The hallway and kitchen ceiling was completed yesterday by me and today Tim did the trim and taped for the final color... what looks like coffee with lots of creme :) We replaced the kitchen light too. I finally took down the ugly wooden thing that spanned the cabinets over the sink. Is there a name for those things? It served no purpose other than to loom over my head as I washed dishes... but it's gone now!

We had snow over the weekend. I kept walking by the window in disbelief that it was really snowing this late in April. The kids even were off school Monday. Who would have thought of having a snow day after spring break? I guess that is life in the mountains. There is still snow on the ground, but at least the afternoons are a bit above freezing. Saturday before the weather hit, we headed over to the playground at the lake for a little while. Quin loves to swing and Faith still loves to swing. We spent a good portion of our time pushing the little ones. It was nice for us all to get out for a bit. Especially knowing what that weather brought. I have some pictures that aren't loading to the blog at this point, so I guess I'll have to share them later.

We got some bad news last week too. Hannah's Mexico trip has been cancelled. Gil (the youth pastor) talked to Tim in the hall at church in Philly and was pretty upset about having to cancel. There were not enough men signed up to go and after asking many guys, it just wasn't coming together. So for the first time in eight years, he had to cancel it. It was such a hard decision for him and I feel bad for him and the kids that were looking forward to it. But I trust that God has His reasoning for not allowing it this time. I told Tim that for the sake of the young people, I hope that reason is made evident. I think seeing an obvious reason that comes to light would be encouraging for them. However, certainly God knows what he is doing and we'll just go with that. Hannah was, as expected, disappointed and now rather bummed about her "boring summer". I have hopes that Gil will plan some local outreaches and other events for the group though, so maybe her summer won't be as boring as she thinks. I'm still waiting for spring to truly arrive, so it has been rather difficult to think too much about summer yet!

All's Well

Just a quick post to let everyone know that Quin's surgery went fine. He went in at 7AM for 8AM surgery and was done by 8:13. No IV, no surprises, no trouble at all. He was quite the trooper and didn't even cry at all. He crawled and climbed all over everything while he was supposed to be "recovering quietly" and seems to feel better than fine. We are home now and he is napping nicely. Thanks for all the prayers and well wishes!

“He is not here: he is risen, as he said.” Matthew 28:6

On March 14th in 1987, over 20 years ago, in my driveway with a co-worker, I opened my life to Jesus. I had sat on the fence for many months, refusing to admit that I was in need of a Savior... that I had sin in my life that I could not make go away. That night, I gave up and asked Jesus to take over. And did He ever. More than just headed for death, I was headed toward a lifetime of selfishness, living only for me and what I wanted, without a care for anyone else in the world. He saved me from much more than my destiny in hell. He saved me from a life here of misery, lonliness and pain. He put my feet on a path of life. He gave me true joy and a life I could not have even dreamed. Not easy all the time, as this blog can attest, but full... an abundant life of direction, reason and significance. From that moment forward, I am blessed to say that I've never walked away from Him. I've had valleys and difficulties, but none so great that God wasn't there. Take time today to read John 3. On the original Good Friday Jesus was lifted up as Moses lifted up the serpent in Numbers 21. That all that look to Him would be cleansed and saved... just as all that looked at the serpent of Moses were healed from their snake bites. We've all been bitten by sin and each of us, as individuals... just like those in the desert with Moses, must look to Jesus' completed work on the cross to be healed. But don't leave Jesus on the cross. As today reminds us... He is not there anymore, He is risen.

So many songs are so special to me, but these few in particular.


Because He Lives (Bill Gaither)

God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus
He came to love, heal and forgive
He lived and died to buy my pardon
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living
Just because He lives!

How sweet to hold a newborn baby
And feel the pride and joy he gives
But greater still the calm assurance
This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living
Just because He lives!

And then one day, I'll cross the river
I'll fight life's final war with pain
And then, as death gives way to vict'ry
I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living
Just because He lives!


In Christ Alone (Keith Getty & Stuart Townend)

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My comforter, my all in all—Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine—Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home—Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.

Baby Got Book

This video is absolutely hilarious! It was sent to Tim by a friend from Ohio. Go and listen :)

Last Supper Thursday

I often am at a loss as to how much of our country celebrates various holidays. The conversations often arise when I overhear someone saying something about a certain holiday or tradition. I heard today referred to as Holy Thursday and felt rather dumb that I'd never heard the term before. I understand why it is referred to as that, but really shouldn't every day be holy for the believer? Holy means set apart for a specific use. Can a day really be holy? Maybe so. I think today is more of a memorial for me. To me, today is the anniversary of The Last Supper as described in Mathew 26, Mark 14, Luke 22, and John 13 and beyond. I think I am quite glad that I don't have a lot of tradition about the passion week. I don't know the "rules" for what to do and what to eat or not eat. I wonder sometimes if any of that "stuff" makes a difference to the doer. I hope so, for them. But for me, I'm quite content knowing that I walk with God every day of every year, without regard for seasons or holidays. I'm thankful that I don't require a lot of liturgy. I mess up enough without breaking liturgical tradition as well. I take the holiday for what it is based on what I've learned from the Bible. Simply taught and simply believed. A lot happened on that first "Holy Thursday". I think most memorable to me is the way Jesus washed the feet of the diciples. We pick up so much dirt trudging through this world. We do need our feet washed. I also love the example Jesus provides for us in this account. Peter is always an encouragement to me as well... it's so good to know that even someone so close to Jesus didn't quite "get it" all the time. So, I still don't have a clue what the Easter Bunny has to do with The Ressurection, but I try to take it in stride. We don't "do" the Easter Bunny....just like we don't "do" Santa Claus. Our kids know the culture and what these things are about, but we don't get caught up in it. I'm sure some would call us extreme or even abusive by depriving our children in such a way. Oh well. We're used to it. Oddly perhaps, to me, Easter seems to be the more appropriate time for giving gifts. What better reason to celebrate than our risen Savior? So Sunday, churches across the nation and the world will be filled to the doors with well dressed children and adults, tired from arising earlier than normal on the weekend. Messages will be spoken from the pulpits about what Easter really is. Some will have heard it before, some may not. Some will listen and others will not. Most will never return to that church until December. Oh if they only knew what they were missing! It is my prayer that many lives will be changed this Sunday.

Quin update:
He returned to the ENT and his ears were worse than before the antibiotics. We cut out dairy hoping it would have an affect, but as of yet, it has not. The fluid in his ears is thick and cannot drain. The scariest part for me what the hearing tests they did. Quin's eardrums are not moving and he is not hearing most of the things around him. Obviously, we are quite concerned. His newborn screening for hearing was well above normal, so it is definately the fluid that is causing the hearing loss. He is scheduled for surgery on Tuesday next week. They will drain his ears and put in tubes. A short procedure (and one that Jot successfully had at this exact same age), but still a hard thing to hand over your baby for. Prayers are appreciated.

Other stuff:
Hannah was accepted onto the M2M team. That is, the mission trip to Mexico. She will need to raise all her support to go since we cannot afford to give much toward the trip. There are some opportunities for her to work for some ladies in the church and God has already provided her deposit, so we will trust Him to provide the rest. She will send out a support letter in the next week or so. It has been a great lesson already for Hannah in prayer and seeking direction. More to come on that!

Report cards came home this week. Emma and Jot both did great and Hannah did outstanding, earning a spot on the Honor Roll. We are quite proud of them all and pleased that the stressful decision to return to public school seems to be going OK... not perfect, but OK.

Thoughts on Circumstances and Sufferings

The next chapter for our Ladies Study is Lies Women Believe About Circumstances. I came across some powerful quotes in this section that I felt led to share.

[When we say I wouldn't be...if he/she/they didn't/weren't....] we are saying someone or something made me the way I am. We feel that if our circumstance were different - our upbringing, our environment, the people around us - we would be different. We would be more patient, more loving, more content, easier to live with.

If our circumstances make us what we are, then we are all victims. And that's just what the Enemy wants us to believe. Because if we are victims, then we aren't responsible - we can't help the way we are. But God says we are responsible - not for the failures of others, but for our own responses and lives. The Truth is, our
circumstances do not make us what we are. They merely reveal what we are.

I just love how Nancy Leigh DeMoss sums this up. It is so true. And it is so easy to fall into the cycle of blame shifting. The culture seems to continually feed us lies about how victimized we are in all areas. I know there are true victims among us, but too often we (I) blame my sinful response on someone else's behavior (be it right or wrong). One example she gives in her book is the mother of twins who claims, in exasperation, that she was never an impatient person until she had twins. The truth is, that she was always an impatient person. She just didn't realize how impatient she was until God introduced the circumstances to show her what she was really like... and I love this part.... so He could change her.
Nancy goes on...

The Truth is, if we are not content within our present circumstances, we are not likely to be happy in any other set of circumstances.

Then she quotes Elizabeth Prentiss (I love her writing!) who wrote to a friend upon learning that she and her husband were leaving all they knew behind and moving from New York to Chicago in the midst of her own health concerns.

We want to know no will but God's in this question...The experience of the past winter would impress upon me the fact that place and position have next to nothing to do with happiness; that we can be wretched in a palace, radiant in a dungeon...perhaps this heartbreaking is exactly what we need to remind us... that we are pilgrims and strangers on the earth.

Then of course we can't forget Paul. In Philippians 4:11-12 he reminds us that "I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances, I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want."
The next section goes into suffering. Does this sound like a dismal, depressing book? It really isn't, trust me! Arthur Mathews served as a missionary in China and was one of the last to leave in 1953. He wrote this powerful stuff:

We tend to look at the circumstances of life in terms of what they may do to our cherished hopes and convenience, and we shape our decisions and reactions accordingly. When a problem threatens, we rush to God, not to seek his perspective, but to ask him to deflect the trouble. Our self-concern takes priority over whatever it is that God might be trying to do through the trouble...
An escapist generation reads security, prosperity, and physical well-being as evidences of God's blessing. Thus when he puts suffering and affliction into our hands, we misread his signals and misinterpret his intentions.

Wow. That just blows me away because I see it is so true. It is all around us and even in me more often than I care to admit. Don't we read into suffering just as Job's friends did? Too often we rush to judgement against God for allowing such things, but how often do we (I) go to him seeking wisdom, perspective and instruction through the suffering?
Just a few more closing quotes from Nancy:

God is far more interested in our holiness than in our immediate, temporal happiness - He knows that apart from being holy, we can never be truly happy. The Truth is, it is impossible to be holy apart from suffering. Even Jesus Himself, during His years here on earth, was in some unexplainable way made "perfect through suffering" (Hebrews 2:10) and "although he was a son, he learned obedience from what he suffered" (Hebrews 5:8). We say we want to be like Jesus, and then we resist the very instrument God chooses to fulfill that desire.
...there is a redemptive, sanctifying fruit that cannot be produced in our lives apart from suffering. "To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps" (I Peter 2:21)
True joy is not the absence of pain but the sanctifying, sustaining presence of the Lord Jesus in the midst of the pain. "The God of all Grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast." (I Peter 5:10)

I can't say why all this especially touched me as I studied this week. It isn't anything exactly new and unique to me, but it does seem to be a great reminder for me. I struggle quite often with seeing others in similar places that seem to have little if any suffering. I think it was Elizabeth Elliot that said suffering is any lack of something desired. I sometimes feel as though we are the only ones that go with unfulfilled desires. Perhaps the reminder for me is: rather than comparing my sufferings to other people, I ought to compare my sufferings to Christ's as I take up my own cross and follow Him (Matthew 10: 38).