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Working On Wednesday {Breathing Heaven}

I’ve been busy.  Super crazy ankle swelling didn’t sit down for 6 hours yesterday busy.

I have a love/hate relationship with consignment sales.

But I’m in love with gardening.  Well, the idea of it anyway.  Or rather, sitting on my porch watching Joshua and the girls work in the garden while I sip iced tea.  I’m in love with that.

And the way Lowe’s smells right now.

Maybe it’s because I’m preggo and supersensitive, but the garden center at our local Lowe’s smells like heaven.  If we grow flowers and vegetables and spill potting soil and water on early spring days in Heaven.

Which I’m sure we do.

God created all this beauty so why would we ever think it would be contained to just here?

So that’s what I’ve been doing.  Tagging children’s clothes.  Babysitting for a friend.  Breathing heaven.

A return to regularly scheduled blogging is coming soon.

Top 10 Tuesday

Top 10 Things To Do {Before Baby}

Gus will be here soon.  
And he might appreciate it if I was a tiny bit ready.
Not because a newborn can notice a nursery 
but because nursing is easier when mommy is relaxed(ish).
So getting these things done might help
Top 10 Things To Do {Before Baby}
as in right now:
1. Plant the garden.  Amelia’s already on it.
2.  Find a new home for this very large cardboard box turned playhouse that was supposed to only last through New Year’s.  It’s still here and they still play in it.  We need a new distraction.
3.  Clean out and re-organize my out-of-control (again) kitchen cabinets.  Especially because the upper ones have to make room for baby paraphinalia again.
4.  Organize, and maybe finally make functional, this tiny “linen closet” in the hall bath.  I had to take this picture in the mirror because otherwise you might be disillusioned into thinking it’s a significant size.  It’s very deeply recessed into the wall which translates to: I can’t reach anything at the back of it.
5.  Deal with Amelia’s closet.  At least on a temporary basis until we switch the nursery and the office and Gus moves in with her.  
6.  Deal with Gus’s closet.  Right now, I’m storing all we’ve been given in an armoire, but it’s not as functional as I would like.  Plus, I don’t need 24 mo clothing in with 3-6 month.  But those shelves of boy clothes are a blessing I’m grateful for.
7.  Are you sensing a trend?  This is the big girls’ closet and it’s on the list too. We’re planning an actual real closet system in this one.  IKEA, here we come.
8.  I’ve also got to find room in our already crowded master for the cradle, and if I can manage it, the pack-and-play which we use as a changing station.  We had both set up for Amelia two years ago, but that was before the bookcase and when I was more disciplined about the clutter.  Right now our room is a holding area for anything that’s supposed to go somewhere else.  It’s certainly not a restful retreat…
9.  On the aformentioned bookshelf in the master is one shelf that looks like this.  It’s horrible.  It’s a pile of pictures and memorabilia that belong in baby books or photo albums, NOT piled like this ready to fall off at any moment.  It’s definitely a project that needs tackling.  And I don’t know why I put it off.  I could probably handle it in an hour.
10.  We’re looking to add more storage to that hall bath with the ridiculous “closet”.  I’m thinking some sort of cabinet on that very barren wall.  And mounted towel racks are becoming a must.  Then there are those hairbows to contend with…
So there you have it.  A peek inside my very messy life.  Some people think I’m organized. I probably just shattered all their illusions.  Sigh.
See any project you’re just itching to come help with?
Linking up today with Angie over at Many Little Blessings.
Post inspired by Julia over at Black Tag Diaries.
motherhood · summer

Looking Forward

I’m lying wide awake in bed tonight at 3 a.m. (welcome back, pregnancy insomnia) and start thinking about all that’s coming.  March and April are packed full of activities and plans and needs-to-get-done, and when they’re over, there will be a new baby boy waiting in my arms.

I’ve posted about this journey.  About my fear.  But tonight, for the first time, I thought maybe I can do this.

I started thinking about our summer, all the lazy day fillers the girls and I enjoy and how I could make them work with another little one, and I think I can.

Days at the Unicoi lake will look different, but Daddy works nearby now, so we can wait and go after naptime and stay through dinner time and he can actually come join us.  That’s never happened before.  And if that means we have to stop on the way home and have the best BBQ by the river in Helen, so be it.

Sometimes I think I’ll have to go to the grocery store alone.  As in by myself with four kids.  Which means I may have to save big couponing stock up trips for days when I have a little help, or I may have to use the sweet seven and six year old help I have.  Either way, those trips won’t be the (mostly) easy breeze they are now, but hopefully the won’t be horrible.

I can do this.  I can.

And there’s VBS and MOSAIC and art camp for the big girls and always popsicles on the hill with some of our favorite people.

Summer will be different this year.  But in this moment? I’m looking forward to it.

madelynne · motherhood · reflections

Just for a Moment

Sometimes in the midst of all that seems too much, we have the sweetest moments.

Annabelle fell asleep on the couch tonight after a long day of school and church and fellowship supper.

I can’t lift her when she’s dead weight.

But her big sister can.

Madelynne picked her up and carried her to her bed and we tucked her in together and then she told me how sometimes lately Annabelle is grouchy so Madelynne doesn’t tell her goodnight.

“I think God tells her for me, Mommy.”

I’m sure He does, baby, I’m sure He does.

Sometimes it’s just for a moment that the world seems perfect.  But it’s those moments, those small glimpses of Heaven, that renew my faith everyday.

http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · Top 10 Tuesday

Top Ten Tonsillectomy Facts

If you found this post via the great Google world, thanks for stopping by. Just know, it’s 4 years old. It’s not my best writing. And it’s our personal experience. Everyone’s is different. Since writing this, I’ve quit my job, had another baby, become a full-time writer/mama (novel coming 2017), and put my third daughter through a tonsillectomy that flared up an underlying neurological condition. If you’re interested in any of that hop over to my home page, just my story, or read about Clinically Isolated Syndrome right here. If not, good luck with your T&A. My best advice? Expect anything.

Top Ten Tuesday at Many Little Blessings
If you follow this blog or stalk me on facebook or know me in real life you know we’ve had some medical drama lately in the life of my six-in-three-weeks daughter, Annabelle.  Here’s what I’ve learned from her recent tonsillectomy (and adenoidectomy if that’s a word) that I hope might be of help to anyone staring down giant tonsils that must come out of their kid’s throat.  I’ll be praying for you.  Seriously.
one.
Believe the doctor/nurse/anesthesiologist when they tell you that your child will be furious upon waking up and realizing they have no tonsils and a giant needle in their hand.  Expect the kicking, screaming, and thrashing about.  There may even be some foaming at the mouth.  But this is not the worst because your sweet baby still has some heavy drugs in her system and will pass back out shortly.
two.
Understand that tylenol with codeine will put this monster to sleep but it may not turn off the pain they’re experiencing.  Don’t be afraid to call and ask for something stronger.  Doctors know best, but you know your child’s tolerance level best and, believe me, if they’re little, they have no tolerance.
three.
Don’t buy a lot of food beforehand.  For us it’s only an old wives’ tale that post-tonsillectomy patients want popsicles and ice cream.  Belle wanted (and still doesn’t really want) either.  I bought at least fifty popsicles.  The good kind.  They look like crayons.  But so far, if she’s eaten anything with consistency, it’s been bland.  Like naked noodles.  And that wasn’t until day three post-op.
four.
As a parent we strive for good nutrition for our kids.  That means that when they won’t eat anything you’ll offer (and cave) to anything to get them to eat.  I sympathize more than ever now with parents of picky eaters.  Oh, and apparently an ounce an hour is enough fluid to keep a 42 lb kid going.  So says the ER doc.
five.
Rely on someone else.  There’s no winning battles with stubborn kids who are on meds.  If they’ll accept medicine from someone else (even your mother-in-law) let them do it, no matter how inadequate it might make you (the mom) feel.  yeah, that might be a whole other top 10 issue.
six.
If the recovering patient wants to try something that you would never think she would want and it’s not going to risk scratching her throat, let her try it.  Annabelle has eaten both pop-tarts and crescent rolls with great enthusiasm for the past two days.  She still won’t touch the ice cream and left an uneaten bowl of chocolate pudding on the table.
seven.
On day five (to seven) the scabs come off.  This is tricky business.  Days three and four make you think she’s making progress and the worst is over.  Then she’s hysterical at 4:15 in the morning when by all accounts on the medicine bottle the Lortab has just worn off.
eight.
Send her back to school as soon as possible.  We had a Wednesday surgery, so after five days, she went back to school on Monday morning.  Distraction makes a kid forget they’re “supposed” to hurt.
nine.
Get a good icepack.  For some reason just holding that on her throat calmed my child more than anything else.  In a pinch you can always use frozen vegetables. Or in my case the old freezer pack I used to use when packing bottles.
ten.
Just hold that baby.  Or rub their arms.  Don’t touch their face.  This might cause sudden shrieking spasms.  And know that those moments are foreshadows of a future delivery room when she’s making you a grandmother and remember when that time comes, you want to be safely waiting down the hall.
Any more tips for me?