What the life looks like this week…

I never have any time to read books anymore.  I like to pump and then head on to bed  once Euphemia is down for the night.  Well for the remainder of the week I am going to make the effort to read at least 1/2 hour before heading to bed.  It is not as long as I am use too and I have so many books I want to read (most of all my new one by Jennie Chancey that just came today; Passionate Housewives Desperate For God) but the time flies by and I DO need the sleep. 

My goal for next week will be finding out the best way to do the internet.  I like to check up on thing peridically throughout the day while I think of them. This of course leaves the computer on for most of the day and while that is all fine and dandy, it is not in the fact that I just sit down at it and check this and that out.  End up spending more time on here than necessary.  Ha, what else is new?

Here is a small list of what I like to do on the computer

• Check blogs
• LIsten to Alistair Begg on truthforlife.org
• Listen to Ravi Zacharias on rzim.org
• Listen to Nancy Leigh DeMoss on reviveourhearts.org
• Check the message board I frequent on
• Update blog whenever possible
• check ebay for sales or watched items
• check websites with merchandise on them.
• check email
• bla
• bla
• bla

this list is getting too long!
YIKES!

Ok. Now that I have written my goals out. Lets see what I can do to acompish them.  Whew.  Anyone up for the challege with me? Minimalize your computer time! Work on your time at home! WOO HOO! Of course remember this blog! Don’t cut out my dear lil blog! You know you love it! Of course you do! Don’t you love my !!! marks? They really send a message dont they!!!!??

Weather Report

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o’ershadow with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh;
Carest Thou not that we perish?
How canst Thou lie asleep,
When each moment so madly is threatening
A grave in the angry deep?

Refrain

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will,
Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea,
Or demons or men, or whatever it be
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, peace, be still!

Master, with anguish of spirit
I bow in my grief today;
The depths of my sad heart are troubled
Oh, waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish
Sweep o’er my sinking soul;
And I perish! I perish! dear Master
Oh, hasten, and take control.

Refrain

Master, the terror is over,
The elements sweetly rest;
Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored,
And heaven’s within my breast;
Linger, O blessèd Redeemer!
Leave me alone no more;
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor,
And rest on the blissful shore.

Refrain

Daily surroundings

I am daily surrounded by so many things that it is easy for me to think nothing of them.  So I am curious as I mentally take in everything I see every morning and wonder what significance it has on my life.  I know very silly sounding but it is interesting to think about.

I saw the alarm clock this morning. Of course I groaned and wanted to pound a hammer into the silly old thing. Then I realized, it wasn’t the alarm clock but a beautiful winchester time clock in the living room.  David of course bounced out of bed and began the day.  I on the other stepped on the ant and went back to sleep (Provers 6:6-8).   Later on of course I regretted the decision. I was so full and needed pumping.  In search of relief I pushed the warm toasty covers away and went to fulfill my mission.  Once mission was acomplished I had to feed Piglet, or Emma.   Then there was breakfast to be had.  For some reason we need to eat.  It occured to me at this point that I went through daily routine without thinking.  Here I had the opportunity to pump for two other babies as well and feed my own dear Euphemia.  I had a chance to talk to her and I read instead.   I love getting my reading done while I nurse.  I had a breakfast to prepare.  We had food!  What a thought especially when there are websites for you to play to give one grain of rice to a starving family.  And not only did we have food but I made extra food to share at church today after communion.  No it wouldnt be a grand affair but the children would enjoy the snickerdoodle cookies and the adults the cheese and crackers.  

There is a song (rather childish one) that sings about the Bible;
The B-I-B-L-E yes that’s the book for me.
I stand upon the Word of God, The B-I-B-L-E, BIBLE!
How often I take the Words therein for granted.  I mean, we are surrounded by the Living Word everyday.  It is nothing to us.  We are not physically persecuted for seeing the Words or hearing them being taught.  Can we really imagine what it must be like to be imprisoned for even being a Christian?

With such thoughts as these I head of to our place of Worship.  God curb my thoughts towards Thee.

the Milk Matron

When I first had Emma I realized I wouldnt have as many milk problems as some women have.  I have been very blessed.  When I was little I thought because I had such a big chest it meant I could have more babies. I know differently now, it is for more milk!

So, with Emma just nursing off the one side and having a bottle in the evening of the pumped milk from the other, I thought, “what am I going to do with all this milk?!”  I pumped every 4 hours to keep the milk supply up. Filled bags in the freezer, David would drink some with breakfast, whatever was necessary to make sure the milk (my hard work) didn’t go down the drain.   So, I went to pumping every six hours.  Less milk, less hassle.  We still would fill the freezer with more milk than Emma could possibly drink. 

I began to be discouraged. The hospital wouldnt take my milk, what could we do with it? I asked for help on one of the boards I frequented. Someone suggested a milk bank.  Well, I looked at what it would take. Um.. a tall stack of paperwork, lots of test, free stuff and a healthy baby.  I would love to help a healthy baby but all that is required there is no way I could go  through.  They want so much information.  And I do drink coffee (I know, a no no).   But we had to do something with it. Like I previously mentioned, our hospital does not want it.  They want blood, and money= bloodmoney.

So, when I finally was ready to send in the proper forms to donate it (not exactly sure where it would have gone) I received a nice email saying,  See if some adoptive family could use it.  PING!  A secretary at dh work just adopted a baby.  Then my mind went spining. A nice young man from church had a baby and his girlfriend has been giving forumla so I thought maybe I would just ask to see if it was something they wanted.  He said he would prefer to use that. Hooray!

So now I am a nursemaid (matron). I am feeding 3 babies. 2 more or less with forumula as well.  I pumped just this morning 8oz. YIKES! Well, one down.  Emma is not lacking for food. She is still a healthy girl and enjoys the cuddle moments with her Mama.  I am back to pumping every 4 hours again. 

It’s thrush, the reason I still cant feed Emma on the other side.  It has been diagnosed with Thrush.  Thank you Mumsie for the diagnoses… I think?  Anyway, we cannot seem to find any recommended creams or tablets to take care of that stuff here in town but hopefully… someday…soon… still browsing websites here.

 

My first knitted Dishcloth!

I am still in shock that I did this.  I don’t know why it took me 10 years for it to finally click.  I love the internet. The video’s available helped TREMDOUSLY! I cannot emphasize that enough. I have to see to understand.

 

The Crafter’s corner

Finished projects;

3 of these for my neices

This for a friend of mine on another board.  A child size prairie bonnet.  I think it turned out cute!

I am learning how to knit so this is right by my nursing chair.

And the puzzle you see underneath, was completed this morning. Hubby and I like to work on puzzles in the early morning daylight. We are going to leave this one up for a few days before we destroy our beautiful work. hem, hem.  Euphemia I am sure would be more than happy to handle the job of putting it back in the box. 

 

So, what is left you may ask? Don’t ask, is what I say.

A Beautiful Letter

Dear Son,
 
      As long as you live under this roof you will follow the rules. In our house we do not have a democracy. I did not campaign to be your father. You did not vote for me. We are father and son by the grace of God. I consider it a privilege and I accept the responsibility. In accepting it I have an obligation to perform the role of a father. I am not your pal. The age difference make such a relationship impossible. We can share many things but you must remember that I am your father. This is a hundred times more meaningful than being a pal. You will do as I say as long as you live in this house. You are not to disobey me because whatever I ask you to do is motivated by love. This may be hard for you to understand at times but the rule holds. You will understand perfectly when you have a son of your own. Until then, trust me.Love, Dad

A White New Year

I didnt get the white Christmas I prayed for. But God showed me that beauty can be found any day.

A Glorious Sunrise

 

Snow!

My first scrub

I think it turned out all right?

Quick Dinner

I threw this together as kind of spur of the moment. It actually turned out very good.

Ingredients needed:
1 recipe for beef fajita’s
Corn tortilla’s
Sour Cream
Rice
Cilantro
Lettuce
Cheese

I added the rice to the beef fajita’s,  Put a spoonful on the corn tortilla, Put down some lettuce, a bit of sour cream, some shredded chedder cheese and topped it off with some fresh cut cilantro.  I am not as good as pioneer woman when it comes to cooking but my hubbyman did enjoy this (amazing!) and so did the boy we babysit.    Tonight thouh, we will be enjoying Pioneer Woman’s Marbolo Man Sandwhiches!

To strive for excellence or to be in a rush

That is the question.  How confusing one might say, I agree. Let me explain what I mean.

 I strive for excellence in my sewing.  I mean, if someone is going to pay me good money I would love for them to get their money’s worth.  Lately though it seems like I am doing just the oposite.  If I take my time, do things correctly, I end up with a total mess on my hands. On the other hand if I rush to make something I end up with a perfectly good outfit. WHAT?

For Example; Just before Piglet was born I had a large order.  I botched it. I worked for a couple weeks everyday to do the order. I thought for a while I just rushed through it, I am begining to think otherwise.  In my journal I wrote my “progress” during the last few weeks of pg and the sewing that needed ot be done. I did take my time and try to do things right and professional.  The result was disaterous. Sigh.

Example 2: My neices came into town day after Christmas. I wanted to make them some dresses for Christmas. I whipped out 2 dress complete with sashes in about 4-5 hours.  They were some of the best ones I ever did.  *sob*.

 This doesnt just happen in the area of sewing.  My total life is like this.  If I try to be a good Christian then I fail. I work on faithfully reading my bible, take time to smell the roses, etc. but the spiritual life becomes chaotic. However, when the days are so busy taht I dont take time to meditate on Scripture or read, etc. then I seem to walk closer to God.  Why is that? Is it because I allow Him to work through me?

 I am so frustrated right now that I had to put down some of my thoughts.  If you have read this far… you are very brave.

So, What do you do?

I am often asked this question.  “What is it that you do?” Should I respond with, 
“I’m a full time mom”
“A stay at home mom”
“Hearth Keeper”
“A stay at home wife and a full time Mother”.

Honestly, I really do not know how work mom’s do it.  Yesterday was a busy day.  I was here and there and everywhere.   We hadn’t really done our shopping in a week,  I had laundry piled a mile high,  I had my last Christmas party to go to, and I had meals to make, a baby to take care (much more willingly then any of the other stuff on the list!!!),  I also had to finish up the cups to take to the Glow Source store I mentioned in previous blogs.  Dinner was late because Emma decided she needed my undivided attention.  We laughed, we played,  she ate and I read to her from Genesis (what a way to start the new year off!).  Poor hubby dear. After having to get up at 5 because Emma was so hungry he was thuroughly exhausted and longed for a restful evening.   I can’t imagine having to do all that and still finding time to make sure another company was running smoothly.  My own home has been neglected just by being on the computer in the morning.  Shame Challice!

I try to keep up my blog, mainly to teach ME how to write and to take time to enjoy the moments that God has given me each day.  But I know that it is more important to keep a home a haven. And so if I dont get to update everyday I do apologize to my readers. I can’t imagine the pressure of the larger bloggers have about updating every day. YIKES!

So, Christmas, it was wonderful! Christmas Eve with a candle light service, going over to Mumsie’s house to open up one gift (David and I had a exception.  We opened 3!).  Christmas morning was spent at home.  David read in his soothing gentlemanlike voice Luke 2, Matthew 1, and Isaiah.  Emma snuggled up with me in the rocking chair.  Our bellies content with the Christmas breakfast of eggs, morning glory muffins, persimmons, and the rare water.  Our stocking were opened bit by bit.  While I was making breakfast David would open a gift.  

We decided to go with a poem on how to choose gifts,
Something to wear
Something you need
Something you want
and Something to read!

I got a pair of boots to wear, a mop as a want, a pair of copper scrubbies and a need, and I got to read the label on my new Scotch Brite Spong brush!  What a man! He knows how to spoil his woman!!!
David recieved a pair of new pants for something to wear, as his are very faded for Church.  A camera bag as something he wanted, a new devotional as something to read, and a new Pioneer Woman Calender as something he needs. Everyone needs a calender!  

Emma recieved her new hat that I made from both Mommy and Daddy.  Her Bestamor gave her Carl’s Christmas, and a pair of wooden build up blocks.  Mom, if you read this, what is the correct name for them? We were so blessed by the generosity and love from those near and dear to us as well. 

We were so thrilled to have Dan and Adrienne come up for our New Years Eve Day open house Party.  Whew, say that 10 times fast!   Unfortunetly, sadly, we didnt get a picture of us but here is the picture we did manage to get-

 

Well, all taht being said, I really must go.  Happy New Year ya’all! God bless ye!