Monday, April 30, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Remember my friend Mindy? I asked you to pray for her baby Noah? After a terribly hard year for her and her sweet family, Noah finally got to come home. He is the youngest of her three boys. This past week Mindy's husband, Mike, died of a heart attack (they think) at the age of 33.
Mindy was my roommate at Harding and introduced Matt and me. Without Mindy, there might be no us. Or Mabel. Or Jane. My heart is broken for her. Please pray for her today as she buries her husband. Please pray for her as she carries on as a single mom to three sons. Please pray.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
I finished a little project this week. It's not quite as I expected it would turn out, but then again, do projects ever turn out the way I expect? No. Why? Because this is how I do projects:
"Hey, I could glue this here. No wait! Here! No, maybe glue is a bad idea. What about hot glue? Or paper doilies, I could use those. Wow, that's a pretty bird over in that tree..."
I so admire people that meticulously plan projects out in steps.
I am not one of those people.
I'll share more tomorrow.
So thank you to all you sweethearts who emailed and said you understood. Thank you for still being here, for still reading. Thank you for telling me my instagram pictures were perfectly acceptable. I appreciate all of you so, so, so very much. Mwah!
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
While I was there, I had this project on my mind. It's one of those 1970's faux paintings (really just a print with some bubbles on the canvas) and I got it for $15. It's huge. I had no idea what to do with it, and it made me wish I had a better brain for things like this.
Anyway. That night I went for my walk. I always put Jane down for bed and Matt stays home while I grab my earphones and head out the door. I never knew I could love 30 minutes so much. The breeze blew and the ducks flew across the lake. The trees swayed above me and I thought about how the English department has a wonderful quote on the wall of each landing in their stairwells. And then I realized one of those quotes was the key to my old faux painting project.
We'll see how long it takes me to actually do it.
Last month it took me two weeks to re-pot a plant.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Something that's been on my list for months: finish the gallery wall in the living room.
It. Is. Not. Going. Well.
I've always heard that half the battle was accumulating things over time (when planning a gallery wall). Well, I have been. And it's still not looking right. I've arranged and rearranged. I've used butcher paper to figure out different arrangements. And still. Nada.
I suppose I should go out and buy things that will "fit." But doesn't that negate the whole "accumulated eclectic" notion?*source
So instead I'll just kick stuff.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
2. You know that whole ombre hair color thing going on? I'm pretty sure every girl in my high school did that back in 1996. Except it was because our "Sun-In" hair had grown out. And it wasn't cool then.
3. While walking into work I stepped on a ketchup packet, which exploded all over the side of my pants leg and my new shoes. Then I called Matt on his cell phone and he said, "Go away, you're interrupting my Settlers of Catan game." Double whammy.
4. Jane scowls at strangers. I mean, really scowls. I spend all my time in Wal-Mart apologizing to people as she glares at them. It's so weird. At home and in daycare she's all smiles. But not with strangers. I guess that's a good thing.
5. Rebecca skyped me from China and told me about how she found the biggest shell ever... in a "poop pond." Then she went on to explain how she had gloves and disinfected it. She also told me that everything in the poop ponds grow extra big, including the plants on the banks and the fish. And apparently shells. And then I begged her to come home where she can't dig around in poop ponds.
6. Mabel tried to bite Jane. Matt spanked her. It wasn't pretty. Looks like our two girls may need separate corners (rooms) for a while.
7. I always promised myself I wouldn't be one of those women who had "special pillows" on the couch that no one was allowed to lay all over. And then I got these. Now I'm a pillow Nazi. I want them to last until I was 90.
8. This last weekend I went to a movie matinee all by myself. I got my very own popcorn and root beer and watched The Hunger Games. I never knew I could enjoy going to the movies so much.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Friday, April 13, 2012
This morning (at 3) Matt groaned from his side of the bed (as Jane's foot pummeled the side of my head), "I think she's a tiny alien warrior sent from the future to torture us."
At that moment, in a state of total sleep deprivation, his theory made perfect sense to me. So that's what we'll call her now. Our tiny alien warrior. But actually she's just a fuzzy headed kid who's figured out how to play her parents like a Stradivarius violin.
Also, I wanted to take time to send a big thank you out to Ashley for not only reading my book but taking the time to blog about it. She's a real sweet heart, a super-mom, and is also currently in the process of adopting a daughter from China. If you haven't already gotten hooked on her blog, you will!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
"I need another kid like I need a hole in the head."
I couldn't help but stop and listen, as a woman explained loudly that one child was enough of a burden and she didn't want any more. And then I started crying in public.
It's always a challenge to cry in public and hide it. My go-to procedure is grabbing for sunglasses and making sure I don't have any visible snot bubbles. That always attracts unwanted attention, and not the "aw poor girl is crying" kind, but the "ew, she's gross" kind. Either way, when you're boo-hooing in a public forum, strangely enough, all you want is your privacy.
You see, the honest truth is, I don't know if I could have another child. It's a health thing, and it's a long drawn out story that I don't really want to wade into right now. Don't get me wrong, I'm beyond thankful for our little family of three. To be honest, rationally I know that my poor body doesn't need another round like its had this last year. But, in the darkness of night when I lay in bed, there's a part of me that wishes we could have just one more.
Last night I was putting Jane to bed. Every night we do the same thing. She drinks her bottle, I rock her and sing to her, and she tries her very best to jam her entire fist down my throat. I have no idea why, but she seems to like it so I let her. So I was rocking her, and she was rubbing her eyes and picking at her ears while I tried my best to sing "Jesus Loves Me" as she also tried her best to twist the lips off my face. And then I tasted something strange. Something awful. All of a sudden my brain identified the taste from a far away childhood memory. It was bitter. It was a gross nuclear taste explosion as Jane's ear wax filled my mouth and nostrils. The little stink had picked it out of her ear and carefully deposited it in my mouth.
The Lord spoke to me in that moment. I knew that I needed some Listerine. I also knew that all my life I've been in his hands, and that hasn't stopped just because a doctor declared I would need to be on a Category D drug indefinitely. I feel like there is another baby out there for me, somewhere, somehow. Whether it be from my body, or from an orphanage in China, or a foster home across town... I believe the Lord will provide us another family member sometime down the road, just as He provided Jane, and just as He provided me with the strength not to lose my dinner as Jane's earwax taste clung stubbornly to my tongue all night.
Maybe that woman in Target sees children as holes in the head. Everyone could debate that view for days. But I guess it's a good thing she's never met Jane, or she would declare them "destroyers of taste buds."
Monday, April 9, 2012
Everyone keeps asking me if I'm sad, and I am, sort of. I know she's getting bigger every day, but she's so much fun it's hard to be too sad.
She's in teething city right now. Plus she came down with a sore throat and refused to sleep all weekend. Now THAT was a party.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Me: "Give me your sweater."
Me: "Come on. You can make another one."
Rachel: "Liz. No."
Me: "Come on. Remember when you were little and you bit me?"
Rachel: "Which time?"
Me: "My point exactly. Now give me your sweater."
It was a good, good day. I miss my sisters. I've never been apart from them as much as the last couple of years. Especially that one over in China who may never come home. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.