tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84286906819647547482024-03-14T02:50:42.265-05:00Abundant LifeEricahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-60793982309416277652014-09-05T21:40:00.000-05:002014-09-05T21:41:13.207-05:00September 5, 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love this picture. We snapped it at Bear Lake, Colorado on vacation a couple weeks ago. It captures all the girls right now. Anna finally lost her first tooth, then a day later lost her other front tooth. She had been waiting for the day, and it fits her well. Madeline has suddenly become a young woman. Julia test our patience every hour, and charms us in the same. Lydia has one month to go with her braces. She truly enjoys taking care of Evelyn, and tells me she wants to have twelve children when she is a mom. Cora continues to be sweet and innocent, although she appears to have shot up in height this summer. Evelyn! Every day we marvel at that angel baby. Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-2549718514180585142014-05-08T21:50:00.000-05:002014-05-08T21:50:12.540-05:00Evelyn's Birth StoryI woke up April 29, the due date, with no baby yet. I was fine with that, and really not surprised. As I started the day, I noticed that the contractions seemed more intense than before but not alarming. I had been having a lot of bloody goop since the day before after Dr. Wurtz checked me, but knew that was somewhat normal after being checked. Again, nothing alarming. <br />
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I went about my morning, washing dishes, making the bed, diffusing arguments, changing diapers, and other normal mommy duties. The contractions were continuing. At one point mid morning I timed the contractions for a little while and they were about every 3-4 minutes apart, but if I sat down or laid down they would really slow down. The contractions were more serious than previously but nothing I had to stop and breathe through. About 11:00, I talked to Mark and told him about the morning. A little later I called my mom and put her on standby, just in case I decided to go in later. She and my dad immediately took off for Lincoln. Then, I threw up everything I had eaten that morning. That is honestly when I first thought, maybe I am in labor. I had tested positive for Strep B and would need to be on antibiotics for 4 hours before the baby was born. Because of this, I figured I should just go in and get started on those just in case. I called Mark around noon and told him to come home so we could head to the hospital. I called a couple friends to make arrangements for the girls, packed my bag, and we were off. </div>
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Looking back, I was in denial the entire morning. My thought process was something like this: 1. It is the baby's due date. Babies don't come on their actual due date! There is no way I can actually be in labor. 2. I can't just wake up in the morning and start labor. I have never labored or delivered during the day. Every other time it has been during the night in to early morning. This can't be real labor. 3. These contractions aren't strong enough. My water hasn't broken. Yesterday I was only at a 2. My last couple pregnancies I have been to a 4 before actually going in to labor. This is not real labor. </div>
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Once Mark and I stepped out the door and got in to the car, my contractions started to intensify. I think that mentally and emotionally I gave myself permission to have the baby that day, and my body kicked in. By the time we were walking in to the hospital, there was little doubt that this was the real deal. It is a different experience walking through the busy hospital during the day when you're in labor versus at night when there is noone around. One person asked if I needed a wheel chair. Others joked, hope you make it there in time. A doctor looking fellow asked if I needed any help. </div>
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Yet, I had a plan in my mind. The only reason I came in that early was because of the Strep B concern. I figured we would go in and I would probably only be at a 3 or maybe 4. If that was the case, I would just get an epidural because it would be a long day and I would need to be hooked up to the antibiotics. I have never had an epidural, but really thought I would not be very far along and anticipated a long day with this different circumstance. </div>
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When we got in to our room, we did some preliminary stuff and then the nurse checked me to see how I was progressing. She told us I was dilated to a 6, almost a 7. A to the men! My attitude completely changed. So, no epidural. No messing around. We are doing this. At this point, it is 1:00. </div>
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Because they knew the baby would come before the 4 hours of antibiotics would completely kick in, they put in a different kind of antibiotic that they pushed through the IV. </div>
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While we usually walk the halls when I labor, this time we never left the room. I walked around the room and remained upright, but I didn't feel like we should leave the room because the contractions were so close together. I did have back labor. To combat this, Mark rubbed the bottom part of my back as hard as he could for counter pressure. I sat on the toilet and the birthing ball a little bit for fatigue relief. It felt like the nurse, Mark, and I were all just holding our breath waiting for the baby to come at any moment. I suggested that Dr. Wurtz just break my water and then the baby would be here. So, Dr. Wurtz came in and we discussed it. He agreed that if he broke my water the baby would be born in about 10 minutes. While this sounded nice to me, he thought we should really give the baby as much time as possible to get those antibiotics so wanted me to keep on laboring. </div>
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When I labor, I really go into a zone. As I'm having a contraction, I focus on relaxing my whole body. I close my eyes, breathe slow, and try to let go. I tell myself: Do not be afraid of the pain. Relax. The pain means that my body is doing what it should be doing. Pretty soon I will meet our baby. Relax. This sacrifice is worth it. This is a gift and a blessing. Relax. Lord, have mercy. </div>
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I really stayed on top of the contractions until a little after 3:00. Then I had a couple really hard contractions that I had trouble with. When I get to that point, we know that I am very close. Mark left to go get the nurse to check me again. Right after he returned, my water broke. </div>
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That is when things got a little crazy. It was a burst of greenish/brownish water. I knew that was not good. I immediately needed to push but there was no nurse or doctor in the room. Mark was telling me not to push when the nurse walked in, saw the fluid on the floor and me ready to push. She called for Dr. Wurtz to come, the nursery people to come, and the NICU people to come because of the meconium fluid. Our room went from calm to chaotic. In the meantime, I really really needed to push. I could tell the baby was right there. I was telling everyone this, but they didn't seem to understand. It seemed like there was a flurry of commotion in slow motion. One of the nurses suggested they break down the bed so I could get in bed to push. I told them I couldn't do that. I needed to push right now. Another nurse slid a birthing stool over for me to sit and push on. As soon as I sat down, I stopped trying not to push and out came Evelyn! I don't think anyone was ready. Dr. Wurtz was not ready for it, but was there and caught her. He immediately handed her to me. She was covered in yellow vernix, and she cried. I was so glad she cried, but was concerned about the yellow vernix. I asked a couple times if she was ok as he was rubbing her with a towel and he said yes. The NICU nurses then took her to be suctioned because of all the meconium in the amniotic fluid. They had to put a tube down into her stomach to get everything out, and her oxygen level was low for the first hour, but she is beautiful and fine. </div>
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Overall, Evelyn's labor and delivery was my easiest. The not having to push was great. The whole day felt somewhat surreal, from being in denial about labor to the end going so fast. Even though the end was a messy scramble, it was beautiful. I am thankful that we went in to the hospital when we did. If I had not tested positive for the Strep B, I would not have gone in when I did and who knows what would have happened. I like birthing babies in hospitals. </div>
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The best part of the day was holding our sweet Evelyn Joyce. I love the first couple hours after a baby is born. After the uncertainty of labor and delivery, the peace and joy of new life rushes in. She looks exactly like her big sisters did when they were born, and it seems right that we have her here with us. </div>
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Evelyn Joyce Scheve</div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-45721109278607475042014-04-28T21:40:00.000-05:002014-04-28T21:40:15.379-05:00Baby updateA lot has been going on lately that I really do want to catch up on. But the main event in my mind has been preparing for baby. <div>
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Tomorrow is my due date. If baby was following the set pattern, she should have been early. As in, up to three days early. It doesn't appear that will happen. She has two and a half hours left. </div>
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As of today I am 2 centimeters dilated. While that is much better than the zero I was two weeks ago, I was really hoping for more. With Julia I was dilated to a 4, weeks before she was born. That was agonizing. I feel like I have been contracting quite a bit like I did with Jules, so I have been surprised that I'm not more dilated. </div>
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All that to say, I feel very content. My other babies were either summer or early fall babies. With those pregnancies I was so hot and swollen at the end. I don't feel like that at all this time around. Yes, I am tired and big. But I don't feel miserable. I feel at peace. </div>
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A week ago I caught my reflection in the mirror and was a little shocked, so I took a quick picture. What an amazing body God has given us women. Ignore the dirty mirror, and check out that tummy. There is a complete little person in there that we will be meeting soon. </div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-66969255014291554702014-04-09T21:29:00.003-05:002014-04-09T21:29:36.980-05:00April 9, 2014Today was a good day. I slept hard during nap time. We had grilled hot dogs on paper plates for supper. I went to Target by myself after getting Julia to bed, and ran in to a friend I hadn't seen in a while. The weather boasted upper 70's and sunny. The girls played outside a lot. Lydia finished her math book for the year. Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-14082473002838923152014-04-08T22:13:00.000-05:002014-04-08T22:13:21.521-05:00Baby UpdateToday marks 37 weeks that this babe has been gestating in my womb. It still blows my mind that there is a real live human being in there. Even though I can feel her move and am reminded every second that I am growing a person within me, it boggles my mind. I have always been a bit surprised when you deliver, and out pops a real, live baby. It is a miracle, whether it is your first baby or sixth baby. <br />
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I am having a lot of contractions, just like I did with Julia for weeks before she was born. I know they are not labor contractions, but if this was my first rodeo I might be freaking out. They don't knock me out, but some definitely make me stop and take a deep breath. I think this also may contribute to my tiredness, since my body is working extra hard with every contraction. Although, I will say the my exhaustion has been better the last few days. A good (relatively speaking) night's sleep really helps. My doctor hasn't checked to see if I'm dilated yet, although I would be surprised if I wasn't. </div>
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I had a doctor appointment yesterday and I'm measuring a couple weeks behind because she is down in my pelvis. Dr. Wurtz asked me if it felt like there was a cantaloupe in my pelvis. That sounded like a pretty accurate description. I've not gained any weight the last three weeks. I just don't have room to eat much at one setting. I'm not as puffy or retaining as much water this time around, which is a welcome relief. All my other pregnancies ended in July or very beginning of October, so I was very hot and swollen. It is in my makeup to gain most of my weight the first half of my pregnancy. I've found that the best way for me to combat the "morning" sickness is to eat. And for some reason water doesn't stay down in those dire days while pop and fast food will. I've learned to just embrace it, and know that my weight gain really slows down in the last half as I reach my set point. This baby moves quite a bit, but not as much as Julia did. Julia was my biggest party girl inside. </div>
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I am mentally preparing to go through labor and delivery. I tested positive for Strep B, which is a first for me. I'm a little worried at how fast I will go this time, with having to get to the hospital to get the antibiotics going. Julia was three hours from the time my water broke at home til she popped out at the hospital. So if that is reduced by an hour, that is a pretty quick turnaround by the time we get out of the house, get checked in to the hospital, and so on. But, I'm not going to get worked up about it or fool myself into thinking much of this is actually in my control.</div>
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Overall, I really can't believe there is only three weeks left. This pregnancy has flown by. My mom and sisters are coming in a couple days to help rearrange girl rooms, decorate, and prepare for baby. The truth is, I need the help. I still have to buy little diapers, pack a hospital bag, pull out and wash baby clothes, figure out a plan for the girls when the baby comes, clean the baby equipment, and so on. Until then, sweet little baby girl can stay nice and snug in her Mommy. </div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-86776014143595957232014-04-04T20:38:00.003-05:002014-04-04T20:38:59.929-05:00April 4, 2014One difficult thing about having a wide age range of kids is that it is difficult to find a movie that pleases everyone. Friday night is family movie night. After being at CC all day, we are all beat by supper time and need a night to just veg out. We've gone for a while where we rotate who chooses the movie. Whatever Cora chooses, even if it is Dora, everyone watches. Everyone gets a turn to choose on their week. We've been out of that habit for a while. Tonight there was vast disagreement about what to watch. I let everyone pick one movie they would like to watch, wrote the movie down on a piece of paper, put it in a cup, and Julia chose the piece of paper with the winner. That seemed to be a decent remedy for the disagreement.Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-6315801396673611312014-04-02T20:13:00.000-05:002014-04-02T20:13:21.705-05:00April 2, 2014I have hit the wall in this pregnancy. Many women talk about how hard the first few months after having a baby are. Not me. For me, the hard part is the first 4 months of pregnancy and the last 4 weeks of pregnancy. The first four months bring puking, exhaustion, and all over yuckyness. The last 4 weeks bring exhaustion and exhaustion. I can handle a brand new baby nursing all the time and functioning in the haze of little sleep for the beautiful babe. I cannot handle the monumental task that just getting through the day is at this point. <br />
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I've heard someone describe a person's ability to handle things as a washing machine tub. There is a small, medium, large, or extra large tub capacity. You know the people that you wonder if they ever sleep? They are extra large capacity. My capacity right now is extra small. I've also heard of the ability to handle things as points. Everyone gets so many points per day. The points may be used on physical, emotional, intellectual, or spiritual tasks. Once your points are used for the day, you are done. I don't know if all my points are going to the physical task of growing a baby or what, but my points are gone by mid morning. My tolerance level is low. </div>
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The funny thing about me is that as soon as that baby pops out I feel like a different person. The pregnancy taste in my mouth is gone and I am able to taste and enjoy food again. My energy level increases. I feel better. I make a deliberate effort to take it easy so my body can heal after labor and delivery, even though I for the most part feel better than before.</div>
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So, how do I handle this time until Baby Sister comes? </div>
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I think about all the women who have trouble getting pregnant or carrying a baby. I pray for them, and ask God to bless them. I know that the difficulty I am going through right now does not compare to the difficulty of not being able to have children. </div>
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I look at our five girls. I think that I went through this tiring part of carrying them also. But now they are here, and that hard part is for a very short period of time in comparison to the length and fullness of their lives. </div>
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I focus on how this suffering is not for nothing. There is a new soul that will be entering the world in about a month, and I have the privilege of knowing her and carrying her. </div>
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Practically speaking, I am pulling freezer meals out of the freezer. I'm telling the girls "no" more often. I'm setting low expectations for myself. I'm asking the girls and Mark to do more. </div>
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I know that this is all worth it as our family grows, welcoming a brand new person. And for all of this, I am thankful. </div>
Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-66406107564050819702014-04-01T20:04:00.000-05:002014-04-01T20:04:08.791-05:00April 1, 2014March did not seem to go fast for me. I'm happy April is finally here. <br />
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She fought a valiant fight this afternoon, but Julia finally gave in after rocking and singing. She is the baby for only about a month longer, so I was happy to enjoy the snuggles.</div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-57825677786965256652014-03-28T21:16:00.002-05:002014-03-28T21:16:45.251-05:00March 28, 2014I made our monthly trip to Sam's Club this afternoon. I'm sticking with the once a month big grocery shopping, and so far it is working pretty well. By the end of the month we are running low, but it is keeping me out of the store which helps our budget and my time.<br />
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-49070313256977222602014-03-27T20:33:00.003-05:002014-03-27T20:33:34.751-05:00March 27, 2014Mark is taking the day off tomorrow. I love the possibility of a weekend. There are so many things to check off the to do list. But then there is always the idea of relaxing. Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-3261893105440774612014-03-26T20:41:00.000-05:002014-03-26T20:41:12.011-05:00March 26, 2014Madeline passed her second round of Memory Master for Classical Conversations today. They recite every piece of information that has been presented this year in every subject. This includes reciting the times tables from 1 to 15, an entire timeline of world history, 24 science facts, detailed history sentences, Latin conjugations, finding countries on a world map, plus much more. The whole recitation takes from one to two hours, depending on how quick the child spews the information. The student first has to complete a proof with his or her own parent where they can miss or get help on 3 facts per subject, then they have to proof with another parent outside the family where they can miss or get help on one fact per subject, then proof with their tutor with no mistakes, and finally be spot checked with the director. <br />
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The lessons learned, hard work put in, tears cried, and studying instead of playing are all worth it. It seems that in our modern culture and education system, self esteem is a big issue. Yes, I want my children to feel good about themselves. I want them to be self confident. I want them to know that God created them perfectly and has great plans for their life. I believe that the most effective way to instill self esteem in a child is to give them a hard task, watch them have to really struggle or work at it, and conquer it. They can see through the telling them that they did a good job all the time, especially if it is a false congratulations. But they know when they have worked hard and really accomplished something. And let me tell you, memory master is difficult. </div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-91749098246084577832014-03-25T20:06:00.000-05:002014-03-25T20:06:09.114-05:00A random day indeedThe day started out getting the house ready for our cleaning lady to come. She comes once a month, and it helps me remain sane. While it is a monumental task getting everything put where it is suppose to be, that is part of the beauty of the arrangement. I know that once a month the house will be completely put together. It is also one of the difficulties of cleaning house. By the time everything gets put to its rightful place, I'm too tired to clean. Juanita waltzes in and helps me out. <div>
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After eating some nummy Carlos O'Kelly's (Tuesday is discounted kids meal days), stopping in Dress Barn to look for a dress for a very pregnant lady (I resisted going in to that store for years simply because of its atrocious name, but may be appropriate at this point), and getting everyone to bed for naps, I started looking at beds and bedroom inspiration online. That is when the toddler beds caught my eye. We've never used a toddler bed. But they are so cute! And space and money saving compared to other options, I think I'll tuck the Jules in a toddler bed in someone's room. After nap time, we were measuring and brainstorming. We have three decent but not big bedrooms to work with. I'm still not sure what we'll end up with. </div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-40777727987550114492014-03-23T20:57:00.000-05:002014-03-23T20:57:10.538-05:00March 23, 2014Julia will occasionally pretend to throw up in the toilet. <br />
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-49732915362825384912014-03-22T15:53:00.002-05:002014-03-22T15:53:21.791-05:00March 22, 2014After having visitors for a week straight, today we are regrouping. We are enjoying long rest times, putting everything away where it goes, cleaning out the refrigerator, and reestablishing our parental authority. Living away from family, we are so grateful when our parents, sisters, and kiddos make the effort to visit us. I know that it is not easy. But we love them and love to see them!<br />
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-75558362241127539952014-03-21T21:23:00.000-05:002014-03-21T21:23:18.771-05:00March 21, 2014Last night Mark and I went out to eat to Misty's, a Lincoln steak place. I know that Misty's isn't the hippest spot in town, but I didn't know that Thursday night is senior citizen night. There was hardly any music playing to drown out conversation. We had a case of the giggles listening to all the white hair conversation around us. I think it was one of those "had to be there" situations, so I won't document the hilarity here. Just trust me, it was good. We have had a lot going on in life lately, and it was a relief to laugh. Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-45365832097044566482014-03-19T22:27:00.000-05:002014-03-19T22:27:08.521-05:00March 19, 2014<div style="text-align: center;">
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-6160576038844917382014-03-18T21:32:00.000-05:002014-03-18T21:32:07.182-05:00March 18, 2014Tonight I finished <i>Heart of Darkness</i> by Joseph Conrad, the next book in our book club. While not my favorite thus far, it was interesting and tells of the political happenings of the time.<br />
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-55356485236363338422014-03-15T21:24:00.001-05:002014-03-15T21:24:25.808-05:00March 15, 2014Diana, Sydney, and Dalton arrived today for a short visit. I am always awed by how different our kids look, our blonde haired skinny girls to their dark haired stout kids. Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-50442190185688750192014-03-14T20:47:00.000-05:002014-03-14T20:47:11.442-05:00Fairy LandWe have had a gorgeous weather week here. Temperatures in the 60's, sun, fresh air, and plenty of outside play time. <br />
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I remember the first time I participated in all the prepatory liturgical days leading up to Easter. I grew up in a church that did not observe Maundy Thurday or Good Friday. It was just "He arose!" without the acknowledgement that He died. When we lived in Ankeny and went to Westkirk, we attended the Ash Wednesday, Maundy Thursday, and Good Friday services. The sadness and darkness of those services made Easter Sunday a true celebration of depth and emotion. The lead up and walking with Christ through those days made it all more real. The memory of the joy and tears on that Easter is a treasured memory. </div>
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Now I am encountering Lent. Lent is about spiritual discipline, preparation, and training our affections to love what we ought. It is acknowledging our sin, and the new life we receive only through Christ. Just as Jesus prepared for his earthly ministry by 40 days of preparation and retreat, we use Lent in the same way. </div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15712885346815887617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428690681964754748.post-41809672001824402932014-03-11T20:57:00.002-05:002014-03-11T20:57:24.033-05:00Best tantrum to date for the JulesJulia gave a magnificent performance earlier this week in her quest to prove that she has an iron will. <br />
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As I was downstairs getting lunch ready, she was upstairs practicing how to put lipstick on. (Side note: how do they know what goes where? If I catch her with my eye liner, she is trying to get it on her eye lid. If she has lipstick it is somewhat close to her mouth.) By the time word got down to Mommy that there was trouble brewing, there was lipstick all over her face, hair, clothes, and my bathroom. It was a fine exhibition. This picture is proof of the terror, after it was cleaned up. </div>
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I took her to her bedroom to change her clothes. Heaven forbid! Oh no, this was not acceptable to her one year old mind. She started screaming, kicking, flailing about. She did not want clean clothes on, her face cleaned, or her hair without the lipstick. I took this as a personal challenge of my wrestling abilities. I got her all cleaned up, but she was still freaking out. So, I did what any rational mother would do and left her on the floor of her bedroom screaming. </div>
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When I came back a few minutes later, she was still screaming. But instead of on the floor, she was climbing her changing table in hopes of retrieving those dirty clothes! Put them back on! I worked hard to make that big mess! Get me up there to reverse this tragedy! Mommy cannot win!</div>
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Oh yes, dear child. Never give up. I scooped her up and dropped her in her crib to cry, scream, and kick some more. After about 15 minutes she was done. But she still wimpered for a while after she had a good Mommy snuggle and calmed down. This was not our first or last battle, but it was a good one. </div>
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