Monday, October 29, 2012

Sitting Still.

I.  Am.  Terrible.  At it.

But sit, I must.  I listen to this creaky old house sing to me under the duress of a fierce country breeze.  I sip my coffee, drawing in every earthy note of flavor.  I sit here in the still of the morning, before first streams of light, before the pitter patter of little feet coming down the stairs, before the bustling day begins, and I ponder.  

Lots of things.  

Funny how things can change so fast.

Little more than a week ago, The Man and I went for our ultrasound.  The big one.  And you'll never believe it, but we will be welcoming another sweet little princess to our home.  I cannot tell you how thrilled we are.  I guess God thinks that we are starting to get the hang of it by now.  The Man is positively glowing and I am beside-myself-giddy.

But we also found out something else, a fairly serious complication that I wasn't expecting.  It's something called a complete previa.  The doctor said it would probably cause problems later on in the pregnancy and I would have to deliver by c-section.  New territory, but I figured we'd cross that bridge when we got there.  A few short days later, I was admitted to the hospital for problems already.  I was reluctantly released from the hospital under strict doctor's orders.  (And when I arrived home, The Man had a lovely fresh cup of chocolate coffee waiting for me.  How is that for love?)

Take.  It.  Easy.  (Ha!)

Things wouldn't be such a concern, except that I now have a condition that could cause a life-threatening hemorrhage at a moment's notice and I live a daunting ninety minutes from the big city hospital that is equipped to deal with that.  (Hello, Country Living!)  So as much as I adore living in the middle of nowhere, right now... not so much.

Another admission or two to the hospital and my doctor is ordering me to stay in the big city until delivery time.  Away from my lovely little family.  *sigh*

Thank God for devoted friends who are stepping into help me "take it easy."  Bringing meals.  Helping me clean.  Directing the Christmas kids' musical in my stead.  I am even more terrible at letting people help me.  But I'm trying to let my control-freakness go.  

Honestly, I am pretty much going berserk.  It's the holiday season.  I should be baking pies like mad, crafting to my heart's content, and decorating til the cows come home.   And Ladybug's birthday party this weekend?  Her much-anticipated homemade pinata will now be store-bought.  I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter.  Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

But here, I sit.  Awaiting the "official" bed rest order that is surely in my future.  I fully intend to not re-enter that hospital until at least February, with admission to the delivery side of the floor, not the bed rest side.  

I'll try to keep up here.  But my schedule is now strewn with even more doctor visits.  Theoretically, I should have even more time to blog... but we'll see how that goes.

I covet your prayers.

"You will keep in perfect peace
    him whose mind is steadfast,
    because he trusts in you."

Isaiah 26.3 

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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The Best.

I waited for it.  I could have settled for less.  But I waited.  And it was worth it.  

He is the best.  God's best.  For me.  

I often wonder if people really understood how tough marriage can be, would they go through with it?  So many quit just before it gets good.  There is a sweet certain something about having weathered something fierce together that tightens the marital bond.  And believe me, there have been moments.  Curve balls come.  Finances get tight.  Sleepless nights ensue.  But he is there.  And he loves me.  And he models His greater love for me.  

And it works.  

It's our favorite time of year.  And time to celebrate something special.  It's our date-a-versary.  

Twelve years.

And it's time he had a name.  Of course, he has a given name, but as of yet, in the blogosphere he has only been known "Sweet Hubby" or "Dear "Hubby" or any other cheesy sort of moniker I can conjure up at the given moment.  Of course, my girls are known as Peanut, Ladybug, and Lovey... but hubby?  I have no idea.  I have been thinking on this for some time and continually draw a blank.

Naturally, there are the ridiculously sweet sort of names such as Honey Buns, Pookie Bear, and
Love Muffin, but I don't think I want to go there.

He is unwaveringly devoted to technology and all things computer-related, but "Mr. Roboto" doesn't seem to jive with me. 

He is hopelessly analytical, but "Anal" doesn't seem the best way to go here, either.

He is enthusiastically drawn to all things outdoors.  He is a man in every sense of the word.  Tall, strapping, handsome, and makes-me-weak-at-the-knee rugged.  Perhaps, that would suit him best:  The Man.    

My dearest, you are heretofore known as "The Man."  As if you needed any confirmation.

Happy Date-A-Versary!  

(See Creature Comforts)

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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

9 Lives?

So along with my profound love for the changing of the season, my sweet little ones are learning to deal with the seasons of life.  (Cue Lion King soundtrack.)   

As we were feeding the sweet little kittens recently, the girls noticed our sweet Fozzy wasn't there.  It wasn't unusual, because as country cats those critters roam all over and come whenever they please.  Later that evening, we discovered him in the road just in front of the mailbox.  Just like a pancake.  


I cried.  I'm pregnant.  So I really cried.  He was my favorite.  

When we arrived home from church later that evening we couldn't see him in the road. Ladybug said sweetly, "Oh, heaven has already come for him."  (Or a coyote.)  Nevertheless, bestill my heart.  I love that child.

And I miss my kitty.  
Loving on the kittens.

Boss Kitty (the gutsy, orange, and dangerously overweight cat who is Garfield incarnate) has been missing for weeks.  I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that he has tempted fate one too many times by wrangling with a combine or one of the free-spirited teenagers who speed down our road.  

In other news, I am officially declaring that I am giving up on giving up coffee.  It's simply not working.  I love this baby and I take pregnancy pretty seriously, but this girl has got to have a little more caffeine in the tank or life will not be possible.  Or at the very least, I will be a more pleasant person to deal with on a daily basis.  One a day.  And then it's on to decaf... ugh.  

I hope this is not a slippery slope... 

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Thursday, October 11, 2012


I love the changing of the seasons.  I love preparing for the onslaught of the cold, biting wind.  I love filling my kitchen with the warm, toasty aromas of autumn.  I love everything about this time of year.  Almost.

It's that daRn calendar again.  That whole hiding-from-my-calendar trick didn't work.  (See:  Hiding It got me.  And I swear I am officially saying NO to everything else.  Everything. 

Please, don't peek into my laundry room.  Or my kitchen.  If you happen to drop by, you will be blindfolded and hastily escorted to my lovely dining room for a steamy cup of coffee and some sort of gooey baked goodness.  Because at the moment, my dining room is the only room that is remotely presentable.  And I am still blaming my calendar.  

I find myself relishing every sacred moment of the cool autumn air that has at last made a radiant appearance.  The trees are in full color and my coffee pot is working overtime.


However, in addition to my suffocating schedule, I have spent the bulk of my free time weather-proofing the house.  As anyone who has ever lived in a turn-of-the-century home can vouch for, there are old windows to be cloaked in plastic, doors to be wrangled with weather stripping, holes to be perfectly patched, and on and on and on.  And the windows... are gargantuan.  Lovely and grand and so entirely huge!  Just when I think I am almost done, I remember all the rooms I forgot.  

My sweet hubby and I tackled a few of them together one evening.  He measures.  And measures.  And measures.  I eyeball.  And estimate.  And eyeball.  And estimate.  I appreciate his precision.  He appreciates my free spirit.  And we both agreed we could better express our appreciation for each other by not working together on the windows.  Moving on.

My darling husband has been just as busy keeping up with the outside of the house and teh acreage despite the dwindling daylight hours.  He's a rock star.  

And tomorrow is field trip Friday.  One whole day to go exploring with my sweet angels, including the aforementioned hubby.  There will be brownies and coffee and hiking along the river.  (And my calendar is not invited.)

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Monday, October 1, 2012

C is for Cookie.

It's National Homemade Cookie Day!  

It seems like there is a national holiday for just about everything these days, but I'm not necessarily complaining.  Life is short.  Why not celebrate the simple pleasures of life?  

(And while I am at it, I should probably address the fact that National Coffee Day occurred just this past Saturday, September 29.  I didn't forget.  I didn't miss it.  In fact, I was celebrating and cavorting lavishly on a beautiful weekend away with good friends, good music, and good food.  And of course... the coffee was flowing freely all weekend long.  It was good to unplug and disconnect for nearly three days.)

Today is a breathtakingly beautiful beginning to October.  The colors are just starting to turn, the country breeze is hardy, and I am watching legions of leaves flitter and float by the bay window.  I could only wish the temperatures were a bit cooler and the days a bit shorter, but all in good time.  All in good time.

The kitchen is positively crying out to be fired up and filled with the aroma of a warm, buttery cookie on such a day as this.  I can think of nothing better than my Grammy's Sugar Cookies, cut into pumpkins, leaves, and apples with a fine dusting of sugar.  

So I am off to craft some sweet kitchen magic with my three sweeties.  Enjoy the day.  Grab a coffee.  And be sure to eat a cookie or two.  After all, it is a national holiday... 

Grammy’s Sugar Cookies

Sift together:

2 ½ c. flour
½ tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt


½ c. butter
1 c. sugar
2 eggs (unbeaten)
1 tsp. vanilla or ½ tsp. nutmeg
1 T. milk

1.  Beat together on medium speed until well-blended (about 2 minutes). 

2.  Wrap in waxed paper and chill for about 2 hours.

3.  Roll to ½ in thickness on lightly floured board.  Use cookie cutters to cut.  Sprinkle with sugar.

4.  Bake at 425 degrees for about 5 minutes.

Song for a Monday...


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