Elivette has been spending meals in her chair, instead of someone’s lap. Ok, to be perfectly honest, she has been starting the meal in her chair, and ends up in someone’s lap. She doesn’t like it when she accidentally gets food in her mouth, but she sure has fun smooshing it around.

 Cadrian has become quite the little builder. It’s amazing to watch his brain work. He doesn’t write or draw much, but he can figure out puzzles and architecture like a pro. Denton is his little mimic. He does and says everything Cadrian does. It’s adorable and sometimes troublesome.

 Brielle is ingenious.  She wanted to scrub the floor like Pippi Longstocking and figured out how to make it work. She has so much energy and creativity. I forget sometimes she is only 6.

Aviana is the most reserved of the small fry. She likes to do indoor, seat work  type of things much more than anything else. Lately she has been spending a lot of time writing our family newspaper and already has a subscriber. Today’s edition even included a cross word. You can hear her clacking away at the typewriter at all hours of the day. (Yes, I said typewriter.)
Denton gets cold really quickly and I usually have to take care of the baby, so he often gets to spend more time with me. Today though, we got to go outside and help with twin bull calves. The girls named them David and Goliath.

 The girls are still in ballet. They both like it a lot, and it’s like my therapy. The boys go over to my mother-in-law’s and I get a chance to talk with my friends for a couple of hours. They have spring break this week though so I don’t what I’ll do!

 Cadrian and I built a snowman. Or a snow monster. I’m not sure if Denton thought it was funny or disturbing that it was ‘eating him’. It really bothered him when it melted and his outgrown shoes and pants were left bereft.

Tomorrow is the first day of spring and we’re supposed to get another storm…Kevin is already worried about this being a late year for planting. We have plans, pretty much immutable plans, to go to Colorado the first week of June, so that deadline is hanging over his head.

Spring is a catch 22 for me. I love that I finally see the sun and we can be outdoors more. I hate not getting to see my husband and the stress he’s under.

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Plans for me

I have been wanting to be a midwife for a long time. I even seriously thought about changing my major in college a couple of semesters before student teaching to nursing!

I’ve never gotten very far with this, what with getting a job in my field to get out of debt, then getting married and having babies of my own…

But it’s always been there. My sister tells me the first thing I said to her when she came to visit after having Brielle was, “I had to have an epidural! How am I ever going to be a midwife when I can’t even birth naturally?!”

An opportunity arose to take a midwife’s assistant class with an acquaintance of mine. As a super special bonus, a couple of my favorite people were already signed up. It took a while to get Kevin to see the wisdom of attending this class. He initially was adamant that it was not the right time in our lives and I needed to make our family our priority. It was hard for him to be at peace with my making this commitment and buying the books but he came around a couple days before the deadline to sign up.

All systems go.

And every time I thought, as I would go about my day, “Oh! I need to sign up for the class!” My Holy Spirit would whisper, “Be still and know that I am God.” or ” Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”

So I waited. The next day. And the day of the deadline. Talking things over with my sweet Father, knowing He would come around to see things my way.

And now, here it is three days past the deadline. I’m not signed up for the class. I feel so dejected. I feel like it’s a chance I won’t have again. I feel like I’ll never be anything else than what I am right now.

I’ve been complaining about it too. And I hear my sweet Father say, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

And so I wait.

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facebook (sigh)

Facebook makes me narcissistic.
Facebook makes me shallow.
Facebook keeps me in touch with distant family and friends.

Facebook keeps me up to date on people I would have absolutely no contact with if it weren’t for Facebook.
Facebook makes people think they know me.
Facebook is an easy way to share pictures and quippy comments with my friends.
No one truly has 487 friends.
Facebook is annoying.

Facebook makes me jealous.
Facebook inflates my ego.
Facebook distracts me.
Facebook wastes time.

Facebook introduces me to places to learn new things, easily and quickly.
Facebook builds a sense of false community.
Facebook helps build real relationship.
Facebook makes it too easy to be rude to people.

Facebook dispenses with the small talk when you get together with someone in real life.
Facebook makes it easy to get commiseration.
Facebook gives me some grown up interaction when I’m at home.
Facebook makes me think I’m more important than I am.

Facebook groups give me a great outlet for exploring new concepts and having conversations without having to leave my comfy chair.
Facebook gives me some entertainment while I nurse the baybay.
Facebook can suck me in.
Facebook can make me feel “less than”.

Facebook is wonderful for quick communication.
Facebook sends lies around the world at lightening speed.
Facebook can be hilarious.

Facebook brings about a sense of camaraderie.
Facebook’s little red notification number is like my siren song.
Facebook makes me think other people are living better lives than me.

Facebook makes me think I am living a better life than other people.
Facebook (sigh)

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