Posted in Faith

A Friend

I’ve never been a good friend maker.

I’m an introvert, and definitely not a social butterfly.

I’ve been called shy, quiet, and aloof.  It’s just who I am.

I consider myself nice.  I will speak if spoken to, I’ll answer your questions, I’ll smile at your stories, but I’m not usually one to offer my own or go out of my way to strike up a conversation, especially if I don’t know you.  I know that probably sounds super weird since I tell all my stuff through this blog, but it’s easier for me to write than to speak.  Through writing, I have time to think and I use the backspace button a lot!

I’m not completely friend-less.  I have a few dear and true friends in my life.  There are people who would bend over backwards if I needed help, and through our move to New Mexico, we have had so many people offer and extend help our way.  It is truly remarkable to know my family is cared for by so many.

As we leave “old” friends, my prayer the last few weeks has been for God to help us make new friends.  For all of us.   Ashlynn, Jason, and Emma will have no problems.  But me?  It’s not as easy.  But God never ceases to amaze me.  He is so good.  He cares for the little things in our life.

I was thrilled Friday evening when while I was putting sheets on Emma’s crib mattress, my next door neighbor came over to introduce herself, and instantly it seemed I had a new friend.  A beautiful, fair-faced, redhead named Summer.  Who happens to have a child one year younger than Ashlynn who will be attending the same school. Who happens to have a bloodhound named Daisy.  Little do you know, I have always wanted a bloodhound, and when I was much younger, I wouldn’t let my sister name her Golden Retriever Daisy because I was saving that name for my future little girl.  I didn’t follow through with that of course, but I’ve always loved the name.

We chatted it up for a few minutes and exchanged numbers.  She told me of a play group I might get connected with, where to pick up the mail and the where the school bus stops.

It was a nice visit.  I felt at ease.  And relieved to have met a new person.

We had to leave the next morning to return to our former town for business, but when we get back I’m going to get some courage and do something big, like walk over there and knock on her door or something!

 

 

 

Posted in Children

11 months

Dear Emma Kate,

How did this happen?  I blinked twice, maybe only once, and you have been with us now for 11 months.  My goodness, this is zooming so fast.  It makes my mama heart sad knowing your littleness is gone forever, and knowing that the next 18 years will fly past as well, but it makes my mama heart happy each and every day as I watch you grow and learn.

You are quite the little girl!  And you have so many people who just adore you.  There is no other way to say that.

This month you are standing alone really well and have just begun to take one or two steps as long as you have something ahead of you that you can grab onto.  I know as soon as you get the courage to go, you will be all over the place!

You are talking up a storm too.  You attempt to repeat many words when told what something is, but you can plain-as-day-say mama, dada, ash, night night, horse, ball, bye-bye.  You can almost-plain-as-day-say Grace, cat, I love you, bath.

You love music, singing, and dancing.  You sway back and forth singing a precious little “la-la” when its a soft song, and you bounce up and down and throw in some Elvis legs when you really want to get down.

You are a serious child mostly, and only let loose around people you feel comfortable with.  In a strange place around unfamiliar people, you study and watch and observe.

Climbing is your thing.  You climb on anything you can easily reach, and you think it’s great fun to get in small spaces like cabinets or to sit on things like boxes.

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You celebrated your first Christmas and learned pretty quickly what that was all about.  Of course it took a while and you wanted to stop and play with all your toys.  You loved each and every one, except the pony we got you!  It is a bit scary to you for now.

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Sleeping.  It just isn’t happening still.  You my dear, will sleep when you’re old I guess.  Its a struggle; not to get you to go to sleep, but to get you to stay asleep.  We’ve tried it all, and the best I can figure is you do best with a routine and  lately that isn’t happening with the holidays and traveling and moving to a new state.  I hope soon it will all settle down and become normal again.

We went to see your favorite book, Pete the Cat’s author at a school where I used to work and you are all but old enough to start going to school.  You loved the children and when he started reading “I Love My White Shoes”, you crawled towards the stage and sat attentively.  It was so cute!

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Even though you are super cute, setting limits is our next job with you it appears.  You have started doing some things that mama and daddy don’t think are so cute.  Like throwing fits and food.  As much as we’d love to let you have everything you want, it would turn you into a brat, and brats aren’t any fun to be around.  There will be times when it seems like we’re being mean, but we’re only loving you the best we can.

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I love you so much!  The past 11 months have been a joy for me.  I’m trying to take it all in.  I can’t slow down time, as much as I wish I could, but each day I’m trying to make last.

xoxo,

Mama

 

Posted in Family

Christmas Morning

 

 

 

I don’t know how your family does it, but my family tears it up, literally.

There is no designated “Santa” to pass out gifts.  We don’t sit patiently taking turns watching others open gifts.  It’s pretty much a free for all!

It is loud.  Paper is tearing, boxes are tossed across the living room, people are hollering screams of excitement and sometimes groans of disappointment are heard.

It’s a complete disaster when it’s over, and there’s really no telling how many gifts get thrown out with the wrappings and bows.

 

I didn’t get many pictures, but I managed a few.

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Hope everyone had a blessed Christmas!

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized

The First Night

We loaded a borrowed horsetrailer with pots and pans, sheets, and an overnight bag along with an assortment of cardboard boxes I have spent the last 3 weeks packing up and we headed west.

We thought it a good idea to get a jump on moving to our new home in Ruidoso and besides just being a good idea, we’re too excited not to get a headstart.

As J-dub and I carried in box after box in the dark, our niece Ash and our near 11 month old EK were busy too.

Even though it’s already the 23rd of December, and even though we won’t be here for Christmas day, but because it’s EK’s first one and because  it’s the good and proper thing to do in a new house in December, they set about putting up the Christmas tree.

Some of the lights wouldn’t light, and it’s bare on the bottom where EK can reach.

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It’s not perfect, but neither are we.
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But it puts a smile on my face, as does the sweet girls who worked on it.

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Stress? Why yes, I’ll have another.

My blog has been rather quiet lately and I hate that, but that’s because right now I am literally up to my eyeballs in moving boxes.

I had this great idea to start the process of packing early, uncluttering, and only taking the essentials.  And it seems that has dragged this whole shindig out way too long. Image

Needless to say, I’m a wee bit stressed right now.

I have a motto that I try to live by.  “Live Simply”.  And so far, I’m pretty much stinking it up.  I  have no idea how on this blessed earth I have managed to accumulate so many things.  Anybody relate?  I mean really, do I need two Bundt pans?  And it’s not as if I’ve lived in the same place for 40 years.  We’ve only lived here for about 2 years.  You would think I would have cleaned out the last time we moved. But my lazy bones got the best of me and I just moved all the stuff and decided to deal with it later.  And later has become now.

In the process of cleaning out, I’ve had to make some really tough decisions.  It seems my hoarding/sentimental side can come up with a myriad of excuses as to why I should keep the things I own.

But your grandma/dad/brother/third cousin twice removed gave that to you.

What if you host Christmas or Thanksgiving some year?  You might need 24 drinking glasses.

You actually plan on making something crafty with that broken rake head, remember?

It’s nice to have a spare coffee pot, iron, Bundt pan. What if the other breaks?

This needless, worthless, piece of junk might be worth money some day.

You paid a lot for that {insert item here} 24 years ago.

To my hoarding/sentimental self, I’ve had to say, “Enough!  Just because something was a gift, doesn’t mean I have to keep it forever.  If I ever need 24 drinking glasses, I’ll borrow some from a neighbor.  If my iron breaks, well then yippee! And just because it cost a lot 24 years ago, doesn’t mean it’s worth a thing now.  I mean, Look at it!”

Then there’s the packing.  I’ve only ever moved a short distance in the past.  So you know how that goes, you just pull the drawers out from the dresser and stack them in the horse trailer, right? Why bother actually pulling the clothes out and putting them in boxes? You make about 50 trips with small things like lamps and bread makers.  If it’s just a few miles, you don’t even have to really seal up the boxes.  Drive slowly with breakable items clinking lightly, watch the bumps, and everything will be just fine.

But we’re not going a few miles, we’re going 300 or something.

That means bubble wrap has become my new best friend.  Things I never thought actually belonged in a box are being put in a box, which makes for a lot of boxes.

Adding to the frustration of this move is attempting a day to day routine in the house while I’m packing.  Realizing I already packed the spatulas in the midst of frying eggs is never a good thing.

Plus, there’s the emotional trauma of moving from the town that I was born and raised in to a place where I won’t know anyone in the grocery store or who I can borrow 24 drinking glasses from on Thanksgiving.

And just for fun, why don’t we throw in the biggest holiday of the year right smack dab in the middle of packing and moving away from home?  Which in and of itself is a major stressor right there.   The shopping, the wrapping, the presents, the relatives.  Please pass the eggnog.

Oh, and least I forget.  Mix in a ten month old, whose really in a clingy stage or if she’s not clinging, she’s unpacking what has just been packed.

Or using the boxes to her advantage.

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But I will persevere.  And we will get moved in just a few more days.

One of which is a major holiday filled with gifts and presents.

Which translated means more stuff to pack.

But I gotta look on the bright side.  Maybe I can score some really great boxes.

And have eggnog.

Posted in Children

Tight Spaces

Forgive the quality of the photos in this post.  I think I must have been drunk when I took these.  Just kidding.  Really, they were taken with my phone, which is so old it’s considered a dumb smart phone.

Lately our little EK has been quite the explorer.  Finding just the right spaces to crawl into is her current obsession.

First, she empties the small space to make room for herself.

And then she climbs in.

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She’s especially partial to cabinets.

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Although she doesn’t discriminate.  Sometimes, she prefers drawers.

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And occasionally, she’ll attempt to fit herself in a canvas bin.

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When she’s not squeezing into small spaces, she’s climbing on top of them.

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And going after what she wants.

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Even if she has to get on her tippy toes.