Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
The big fuss
Well, my birthday party came and went after all the sneaking around by my husband and SIL. Apparently my mil was in on it too.
I might have gotten a bit fearful that we might have been doing something a bit wild, a bit crazy, a bit like a very old long time ago type Amy. Like jumping out of a plane, throwing people off a very long jetty, getting blind drunk. Kidding on being blind drunk.
I started wondering if perhaps it was dinner for two + bubba. It wasn't.
I might have been getting nervous at some stage and decided I wasn't going.
As we drove off I was taken on a tour, blindfolded, ear plugs in. Seriously not my idea of fun. Up, down, around and around. Up, down and parked.
Ripping off the blindfold to discover we were at the Youth Shed. Decorations, party food, party people, all waiting for me.
We played a few games. No kidding. Like pass the parcel, musical chairs, oranges and lemons?, tug-o-war, bum shuffle (vomitting & pushing totally acceptable) and pin the bow on Amy.
We ate hot dogs (red sausages). Like on my blog post the day before. I declare they're blog-stalkers!!!
I enjoyed my time and was happy to sit and hang with some special people and chatter.
I was made a pink marble cake with pink icing, THREE pavlovas with pink cream!! Yep, definitely spoilt... And they sung Happy Birthday... Twice...
Thanks for coming :) it was fun!!!
I received some amazingly wonderful news whilst there, that I'm not sharing but are so excited over. And no! I'm not pregnant.
And a fellow FB friend from school birthed her third child, a girl after two boys. How wonderful xx
Be Blessed today,
I'm going to be with my kiddies, attend a first birthday party & go to work with my husband (catering).. Bit excited for the day.
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I might have gotten a bit fearful that we might have been doing something a bit wild, a bit crazy, a bit like a very old long time ago type Amy. Like jumping out of a plane, throwing people off a very long jetty, getting blind drunk. Kidding on being blind drunk.
I started wondering if perhaps it was dinner for two + bubba. It wasn't.
I might have been getting nervous at some stage and decided I wasn't going.
As we drove off I was taken on a tour, blindfolded, ear plugs in. Seriously not my idea of fun. Up, down, around and around. Up, down and parked.
Ripping off the blindfold to discover we were at the Youth Shed. Decorations, party food, party people, all waiting for me.
We played a few games. No kidding. Like pass the parcel, musical chairs, oranges and lemons?, tug-o-war, bum shuffle (vomitting & pushing totally acceptable) and pin the bow on Amy.
We ate hot dogs (red sausages). Like on my blog post the day before. I declare they're blog-stalkers!!!
I enjoyed my time and was happy to sit and hang with some special people and chatter.
I was made a pink marble cake with pink icing, THREE pavlovas with pink cream!! Yep, definitely spoilt... And they sung Happy Birthday... Twice...
Thanks for coming :) it was fun!!!
I received some amazingly wonderful news whilst there, that I'm not sharing but are so excited over. And no! I'm not pregnant.
And a fellow FB friend from school birthed her third child, a girl after two boys. How wonderful xx
Be Blessed today,
I'm going to be with my kiddies, attend a first birthday party & go to work with my husband (catering).. Bit excited for the day.
DOE's Automatic Cloaking Device - Public Forum and Name Changes
One of the proposed changes that parents and educators may notice is a change in the terms applied to schools based on how they perform on the Delaware Comprehensive Assessment System. Currently, schools are placed in categories such as "superior," "commendable" and "academic watch." The draft proposal would drop those names in favor of the U.S. Department of Education's seven suggested category names, which would include descriptors such as "reward schools," "recognition schools," "focus schools" and "priority (partnership zone) schools." From the News JournalYou've got to be kidding me, right? Superior and Commendable were at least meaningful - you knew you were buying into a good school - at least until last year. That's when DOE - without the community meetings - went ahead and recalculated the way schools were labeled based upon achievement data. That resulted in schools that failed to meet the accepted definition of proficiency achieving a superior or commendable status based solely upon student growth - more students moving in the right direction but not reaching proficiency targets. The end result was a ton of confusion with little clear explanation directed towards parents or the public.
So, who wants their child to attend a school labeled "Reward School?" No, really? Does that title have any inherent meaning to you? And just what is the reward the school is earning? I don't have the answers - DOE hasn't extended its informational reach to general school board members, yet. Guess that means I'll be attending one of their forums. But, with only one meeting in each county - that may be a hard one to achieve... When the Gov. finally decided that he needed to sell RTTT to the tax payers, he hit each of the counties several times. I can only guess that redefining achievement is a bit less important...
When will DOE bring all the parties to the table and participate in shared decision making? If DOE was looking for true interactive feedback, these meetings would have been announced weeks ago, not during winter break when matters of education are in the far back of the parental mind. When will constituents be treated as thought partners? Inviting them to a dog and pony show is a far cry from being engaged in the development process. When will tax payers become more than human capital? School districts signed MOUs that promised they would continue to fund the reform efforts begun under RTTT after the federal grant runs out. Who will shoulder that burden? Delaware's workforce? They've been treated as a commodity thus far by an administration that talks jobs but fails to produce them.
Too little, too late. But, then, these are just the ramblings of a private cynic... citizen.
DRAFT PROPOSAL
To read the state's draft proposal, go to the Delaware Department of Education's website at www.doe.k12.de.us and click on "community meetings."
The meeting times and locations:
NEW CASTLE COUNTY: Jan. 4 at 6 p.m. in the James Gilliam Conference Center, 77 Reads Way, New Castle.
KENT COUNTY: Jan. 11 at 6 p.m. in the Kent County Government Building, Room 220, Dover.
SUSSEX COUNTY: Jan. 19 at 6 p.m. in the Sussex County Government Building, The Circle, Georgetown.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Comfort of God...
How often do people say foolish things? Like myself for example. I inwardly cringe as I hear my words tumble out of my mouth like a sudden gush of morning sickness.
How wounded we quickly become as we head to man or women in the hope they offer us milk & honey only to leave with our bellies full of sourness or with gravel in our mouths.
How often does one open their heart and spill fourth an event with the hurtful, harmful, damaged comments that leave that soul helpless, damaged, bruised?
As I've done so, to the detriment of myself, my spouse and my children I sought 'assistance' by a self up talked church leader only to witness the fall in man (woman actually).
As I read my bible I read passages that encourage us to seek God for our comfort. Not go to our church leadership although they are sometimes helpful, usually knowledgeable and can often steer you in the right direction as to who to talk to in your situation.
Even special people you may deem to be 'up there' in the list of people who are on higher spiritual platforms then you are, are sought for their wisdom, knowledge and experience often fail at delivering the expected comfort you need and seek.
Our God always tells us to seek Him, he tells us you will find him if you seek him with all of your heart.
If I can be so bold (I'm not blog-shy) to announce that I've done both. One gives the results of added pain, hurts, offences amongst a tirade of its your fault this happened you should be a better wife/mother/Christian/person, you should have prayed, prayed more, prayed harder, read your bible more, quoted scripture, declared scripture, had christian music playing, while the other gives comfort, peace and even joy.
When seeking man for your comfort your not going to find it in its entirety.
When you seek God it is all right there. Even when YOUR in the wrong!!! EVEN if your the one who did the sin, hurting, offences. What is that saying? That no matter what you've done there is a God who loves you still.
In fact the reason people should change their lifestyle is out of respect for God!! Not man/church/woman. Because you WANT to not because you HAVE to. It's true on so many levels.
Have you been comforted recently?
I know I have..
Remain Blessed
Xx
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How wounded we quickly become as we head to man or women in the hope they offer us milk & honey only to leave with our bellies full of sourness or with gravel in our mouths.
How often does one open their heart and spill fourth an event with the hurtful, harmful, damaged comments that leave that soul helpless, damaged, bruised?
As I've done so, to the detriment of myself, my spouse and my children I sought 'assistance' by a self up talked church leader only to witness the fall in man (woman actually).
As I read my bible I read passages that encourage us to seek God for our comfort. Not go to our church leadership although they are sometimes helpful, usually knowledgeable and can often steer you in the right direction as to who to talk to in your situation.
Even special people you may deem to be 'up there' in the list of people who are on higher spiritual platforms then you are, are sought for their wisdom, knowledge and experience often fail at delivering the expected comfort you need and seek.
Our God always tells us to seek Him, he tells us you will find him if you seek him with all of your heart.
If I can be so bold (I'm not blog-shy) to announce that I've done both. One gives the results of added pain, hurts, offences amongst a tirade of its your fault this happened you should be a better wife/mother/Christian/person, you should have prayed, prayed more, prayed harder, read your bible more, quoted scripture, declared scripture, had christian music playing, while the other gives comfort, peace and even joy.
When seeking man for your comfort your not going to find it in its entirety.
When you seek God it is all right there. Even when YOUR in the wrong!!! EVEN if your the one who did the sin, hurting, offences. What is that saying? That no matter what you've done there is a God who loves you still.
In fact the reason people should change their lifestyle is out of respect for God!! Not man/church/woman. Because you WANT to not because you HAVE to. It's true on so many levels.
Have you been comforted recently?
I know I have..
Remain Blessed
Xx
Dreams of 2012
As we set ourselves up to fail with our new years resolutions I am going to add mine.. But not so much as things I want to achieve so much as dreams that I have for the year...
I have a dream and desire for our household to be financially secure "in case something happens". So I would love for us to save 3 months of expenses.
I would like to save enough money for my return flight to NZ to take care of 'funeral' stuff. Unveilings to be more exact. But even just to have that $$ sitting as savings in case of emergency.
Michael would like to buy a family set of motorbikes or thereabouts. I'd like a boat and jet ski. Not asking for much.
I would like to celebrate the feasts that are written in Dueteronomy & Esther.
I would like to rest more often with my fast growing babies. Take my Sabbath days.
We are still educating our kids so there are a set of 'things' to do with that. Mostly I dream to instill morals and character into their beings with day-to-day situations. Also to learn in daily living, through play and experience. Including to teach my 4&6yr old to read (more). I would like to take regular day trips to explore our beautiful home town. I want to be a funn-er mum.
I dream of playing more, recording more & laughing more with my loved ones.
For myself I dream of learning to be grounded and to stand firm REGARDLESS of my circumstance. To hold onto the joy in my heart in a more open way then I have these past few years.
I am doing a bit of casual work for a few months. Nothing major just once or twice a month for a few months. That should help with our savings plans and feels quite good for me too actually.
I would like to bring my 'business' up to a more regular event throughout the year as I challenge myself to higher limits.
I would like to sew more and get some old projects done and dusted.
I would like to get my 2009 photos printed and put into albums.
I would like to get my 2011 photos printed and put into albums.
I would like to get amalia's baby album finished, Isaiah's up to date, jarah's started and one bought for Avigail.
I would like to move into wholesome foods, recycling, vermicomposting, gardening, self sufficiency, self sustainability amongst a heap of other stuff.
I have a lot on my to do list really. Too much in fact. More so on the deep inner workings of our hearts.
The finances don't bother me overt - more just convenience.
But I think most of all... I desire to walk into those moments as I used to encounter them, to enjoy Creation, to have joy in my heart that shows regardless of my situation or circumstances during any time.
To find those moments and savor them.
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I have a dream and desire for our household to be financially secure "in case something happens". So I would love for us to save 3 months of expenses.
I would like to save enough money for my return flight to NZ to take care of 'funeral' stuff. Unveilings to be more exact. But even just to have that $$ sitting as savings in case of emergency.
Michael would like to buy a family set of motorbikes or thereabouts. I'd like a boat and jet ski. Not asking for much.
I would like to celebrate the feasts that are written in Dueteronomy & Esther.
I would like to rest more often with my fast growing babies. Take my Sabbath days.
We are still educating our kids so there are a set of 'things' to do with that. Mostly I dream to instill morals and character into their beings with day-to-day situations. Also to learn in daily living, through play and experience. Including to teach my 4&6yr old to read (more). I would like to take regular day trips to explore our beautiful home town. I want to be a funn-er mum.
I dream of playing more, recording more & laughing more with my loved ones.
For myself I dream of learning to be grounded and to stand firm REGARDLESS of my circumstance. To hold onto the joy in my heart in a more open way then I have these past few years.
I am doing a bit of casual work for a few months. Nothing major just once or twice a month for a few months. That should help with our savings plans and feels quite good for me too actually.
I would like to bring my 'business' up to a more regular event throughout the year as I challenge myself to higher limits.
I would like to sew more and get some old projects done and dusted.
I would like to get my 2009 photos printed and put into albums.
I would like to get my 2011 photos printed and put into albums.
I would like to get amalia's baby album finished, Isaiah's up to date, jarah's started and one bought for Avigail.
I would like to move into wholesome foods, recycling, vermicomposting, gardening, self sufficiency, self sustainability amongst a heap of other stuff.
I have a lot on my to do list really. Too much in fact. More so on the deep inner workings of our hearts.
The finances don't bother me overt - more just convenience.
But I think most of all... I desire to walk into those moments as I used to encounter them, to enjoy Creation, to have joy in my heart that shows regardless of my situation or circumstances during any time.
To find those moments and savor them.
Happy Birthday To Me
Well, its that time of year again. As I ponder the thoughts of the year that's almost over and the one that is suddenly upon us I am finding that I am missing people from my past more and more. Friends, family, people I once knew.
How lovely it would be to sit back and chill out with some of those special people discussing our lives, changes, past memories, healing old wounds, discovering old mistakes and asking questions we've always wanted to know the answer of, even the painful ones that create peace and joy in our hearts as we discover why things happened and that our perception is out of whack and our negative train of thoughts are indeed all lies.
The children and I have been looking at my scrapbook albums that I've done to record memories of our lives and it's something I want to get back into. Maybe this is my year to catch up? We love to just sit and look at photographs on our phones of when the kids were a little bit younger.
I am remembering a birthday as a young girl. I woke early and sat on my bed happily playing with my Christmas toys when that thought suddenly hit me. It's my Birthday. I had forgotten.
I remember sitting on mum & dads bed to open my gifts. Dad would have more of a sleep afterwards as I would enjoy my gift.
I remember running to the Christmas tree to grab the parcel from overseas, racing back to mums bedroom to open it.
I remember the sparklers on my birthday cake and the embarrassment of being sung to.
The joy of blowing out my candles and wanting to do it again. & again.
I remember people saying make a wish and me not knowing what to wish for. Hoping no genie would come out of anywhere to scare me or live in my house. As a young child what did I want in life? I think it was babies...
But then I also remember no one wanted to come to my birthday parties, everyone was on holidays with their families and I was always stuck home with the big people. The boring adults. I understand now but I felt that pang of rejection as a child. It's just the way it goes with a 30th of Dec birthday.
I'd often have a friend sometimes two who would come play at my place for the day, or sleepover in a tent. That was exciting for me at least. Yes it was ridiculously hot in the yellow pop up tent but I didn't care. Half my party guests would be the younger siblings of my friends whom I usually enjoyed playing with but always felt it was less about me because they weren't my usual play mates.
We would have little red sausages with tooth picks and tomato sauce, sausage rolls and other nibbly foods. Gosh I wish I could remember our party food!!
One year my sister and I had a joint mcdonalds party that I had more guests attend. That was cool. It was in the beginning of Dec. That birthday day was spent in the caravan park in SA traveling Australia with my parents, bro & sis. Was Rowan there? I think he was. Mum made a birthday cake with milo instead of cocoa as she had run out. It was more like a giant cookie then a cake. They sang and called me a monkey.
It's just that time of year, busy between Christmas and New Year that has others unable to attend such celebrations. Especially with all the festivities that went on.
Even so, in my old-er-age I am missing those special people and those precious times. It's my fault really, I chose to move away from my family and my friends, and the way of life I left behind, get married and have kids to a country man. I've been abundantly blessed through it and don't want to go back, but still, I miss them. The day-to-day stuff really of special people whom I care about and have tender feelings for. Special places that saw me grow up and change and develop.
I have so much to say to most of these people about how they've impacted me and how I feel about them, care for them and love them.
And I guess after all this time I want to know are you a better person because of me? Is your life richer because of me? Do I encourage you? Would you consider yourself blessed because you know me, or of me? Have I told you all the things i need to tell you? Do you believe that you are special to me even though my actions may prove otherwise? Have I hurt you that I'm unaware of that needs reconciliation? Or am I still just that annoying jabber-jaws that won't shut up.
It's not so much about the gifts you receive in a physical sense wrapped in pretty paper with a birthday card but more the positive influences and special people in your life that make that long lasting difference in your heart.
For me, this year (I hear) that I get to spend some time with some special people of my *now* time but I do hope that I get to spend time with my *then* special people soon.
I miss my Dad, my Mum, my Sister & Brother, two nieces, Sara & Stacey the most xxx
So, enjoy these birthday pics of me through the years. The pic of three girls with me having my hand near my mouth and the other girl giggling with her hand over her mouth is the time in SA when my brother sang "you look like a monkey and you smell like one too" for the record I am not a monkey and I do not smell!!
Blue dress on floor I'm 17 with a fresh drivers license test passed.
Just my face with pink background I was 19 years old.
Orange plane I was 21 and I "drove" that thing!!!!
Blurry yellow tent we camped.
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How lovely it would be to sit back and chill out with some of those special people discussing our lives, changes, past memories, healing old wounds, discovering old mistakes and asking questions we've always wanted to know the answer of, even the painful ones that create peace and joy in our hearts as we discover why things happened and that our perception is out of whack and our negative train of thoughts are indeed all lies.
The children and I have been looking at my scrapbook albums that I've done to record memories of our lives and it's something I want to get back into. Maybe this is my year to catch up? We love to just sit and look at photographs on our phones of when the kids were a little bit younger.
I am remembering a birthday as a young girl. I woke early and sat on my bed happily playing with my Christmas toys when that thought suddenly hit me. It's my Birthday. I had forgotten.
I remember sitting on mum & dads bed to open my gifts. Dad would have more of a sleep afterwards as I would enjoy my gift.
I remember running to the Christmas tree to grab the parcel from overseas, racing back to mums bedroom to open it.
I remember the sparklers on my birthday cake and the embarrassment of being sung to.
The joy of blowing out my candles and wanting to do it again. & again.
I remember people saying make a wish and me not knowing what to wish for. Hoping no genie would come out of anywhere to scare me or live in my house. As a young child what did I want in life? I think it was babies...
But then I also remember no one wanted to come to my birthday parties, everyone was on holidays with their families and I was always stuck home with the big people. The boring adults. I understand now but I felt that pang of rejection as a child. It's just the way it goes with a 30th of Dec birthday.
I'd often have a friend sometimes two who would come play at my place for the day, or sleepover in a tent. That was exciting for me at least. Yes it was ridiculously hot in the yellow pop up tent but I didn't care. Half my party guests would be the younger siblings of my friends whom I usually enjoyed playing with but always felt it was less about me because they weren't my usual play mates.
We would have little red sausages with tooth picks and tomato sauce, sausage rolls and other nibbly foods. Gosh I wish I could remember our party food!!
One year my sister and I had a joint mcdonalds party that I had more guests attend. That was cool. It was in the beginning of Dec. That birthday day was spent in the caravan park in SA traveling Australia with my parents, bro & sis. Was Rowan there? I think he was. Mum made a birthday cake with milo instead of cocoa as she had run out. It was more like a giant cookie then a cake. They sang and called me a monkey.
It's just that time of year, busy between Christmas and New Year that has others unable to attend such celebrations. Especially with all the festivities that went on.
Even so, in my old-er-age I am missing those special people and those precious times. It's my fault really, I chose to move away from my family and my friends, and the way of life I left behind, get married and have kids to a country man. I've been abundantly blessed through it and don't want to go back, but still, I miss them. The day-to-day stuff really of special people whom I care about and have tender feelings for. Special places that saw me grow up and change and develop.
I have so much to say to most of these people about how they've impacted me and how I feel about them, care for them and love them.
And I guess after all this time I want to know are you a better person because of me? Is your life richer because of me? Do I encourage you? Would you consider yourself blessed because you know me, or of me? Have I told you all the things i need to tell you? Do you believe that you are special to me even though my actions may prove otherwise? Have I hurt you that I'm unaware of that needs reconciliation? Or am I still just that annoying jabber-jaws that won't shut up.
It's not so much about the gifts you receive in a physical sense wrapped in pretty paper with a birthday card but more the positive influences and special people in your life that make that long lasting difference in your heart.
For me, this year (I hear) that I get to spend some time with some special people of my *now* time but I do hope that I get to spend time with my *then* special people soon.
I miss my Dad, my Mum, my Sister & Brother, two nieces, Sara & Stacey the most xxx
So, enjoy these birthday pics of me through the years. The pic of three girls with me having my hand near my mouth and the other girl giggling with her hand over her mouth is the time in SA when my brother sang "you look like a monkey and you smell like one too" for the record I am not a monkey and I do not smell!!
Blue dress on floor I'm 17 with a fresh drivers license test passed.
Just my face with pink background I was 19 years old.
Orange plane I was 21 and I "drove" that thing!!!!
Blurry yellow tent we camped.
Looks can be deceiving...
I want to record this "special" time that I had a little while ago. I was out shopping with my little tribe, Nana Kay & Sister-in-Love Vicki. I had a big list of jobs to do and things to buy that by the end of it the kids were over me, shopping and being told to keep still and not touch anything.
We were done. Walking up the street pram loaded, kids screaming. Screaming? Yep! Screaming. I had one not wanting to walk, another not wanting to sit in pram, another not wanting to do anything and a baby not wanting to stay put.
My Gorgeous sister in love snapped this photograph of us walking in full glory. Miffed she had taken a photo of my wide-side I was and still am surprised to discover that this photograph doesn't capture the actual moments that were occurring right at that moment but how it often can be with my lots of little kids.
How sweet and serene it is without the noise and movement to tell you otherwise. Just 3 perfectly well behaved little kids holding tightly to the pram and walking up the street.
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We were done. Walking up the street pram loaded, kids screaming. Screaming? Yep! Screaming. I had one not wanting to walk, another not wanting to sit in pram, another not wanting to do anything and a baby not wanting to stay put.
My Gorgeous sister in love snapped this photograph of us walking in full glory. Miffed she had taken a photo of my wide-side I was and still am surprised to discover that this photograph doesn't capture the actual moments that were occurring right at that moment but how it often can be with my lots of little kids.
How sweet and serene it is without the noise and movement to tell you otherwise. Just 3 perfectly well behaved little kids holding tightly to the pram and walking up the street.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Do you know what this is???
Z
S
Helicopter
2
Roof
Plane
"I don't know!"
"Yes you do"
"I have no idea"
*more random guesses*
It's thunder!
Oh, of course it is...
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Beaching it...
Today I dropped jobs and picked up our beach gear.
Isaiah complained he didn't want to go and that he keeps falling off his board.
Being the great mum that I am I didn't listen and took him anyway.
He didn't want sunscreen so being the great mum I am didn't make him. I did tell him he'd get burnt but that's ok.
As I put sun screen on the other three kids he lined up for his turn too.
Then I sat back and watched my cranky boy become a professional boogie boarder, catching all sorts of waves and not falling off. Second time using a board.
Someone's glad he can surf ;)
Isaiah complained he didn't want to go and that he keeps falling off his board.
Being the great mum that I am I didn't listen and took him anyway.
He didn't want sunscreen so being the great mum I am didn't make him. I did tell him he'd get burnt but that's ok.
As I put sun screen on the other three kids he lined up for his turn too.
Then I sat back and watched my cranky boy become a professional boogie boarder, catching all sorts of waves and not falling off. Second time using a board.
Someone's glad he can surf ;)
Monday, December 26, 2011
The Designated Hitter
Now batting, the Designated Hitter, David Ryan.
Merry Christmas to one and all! I'm Donna's husband and am posting for Donna this week. I just read some of the requests on the Facebook page and will try my best to address some of the topics listed. (I just can't get over how every group seems to develop their own set of acronyms. I noticed one that was used was DH -- which to me, a rabid baseball fan, means "Designated Hitter". I'm pretty sure that was not the intended use, but I decided to go with it anyway.)
Christmas can be a wonderful time of year full of tradition, both good and bad. Traditions are pretty powerful -- especially when it comes to family. We do things because of tradition. It's the way we've always done things and we like it that way! Like cutting both ends off of a pot roast before cooking it because that's the way mom showed me how to do it. (Anyone not heard that story before?)
I thought the theme of traditions would tie a couple of the requested topics together.
A few of you wanted to get a "male perspective" on circumcision. I don't hunt or follow NASCAR -- but I do have a penis. For purposes of full disclosure (don't worry -- no photos will be posted), I am circumcised. I wasn't circumcised for religious purposes. I am a Christian and have learned from my study of the scriptures that circumcision is not necessary per Christ's teachings. So why was I circumcised? Tradition. I've never discussed the issue with my mother or my father. I have to admit that I don't even know for sure if my father is circumcised. I assume he was because that's just the way things were done.
We have a son. We chose not to circumcise him because we did not see a reason to do so. We broke away from tradition to what I believe is a better way. Why wouldn't I want my son to be better off than me? Was I worried about the "Jock Kingdom" mocking him in the showers? No. Did it bother me that his penis wouldn't look like my penis? No. In fact, I proactively avoid showing anyone in my family my penis (with the exception of Donna).
I've heard all of the pro-circumcision rationales and the only one that makes any sense to me is religious in nature. Covenants with God I understand. Concerns about Junior's penis being intact while Daddy is circumcised I don't get. Pot roast.
Tradition plays a huge role in how we choose to give birth. With our first, Donna wanted an epidural and didn't care to learn anything more about giving birth. We toured the hospital, took a hospital class, and would have ended up with a C-section had it not been for my sister Tamara. We were fortunate.
Initially, Donna didn't care because that's just the way women have babies. They go to the hospital and let the doctors do the rest. That's the way it is done. Pot roast. There is a much better way.
Well, I think that does it for me. Happy New Year everybody! I am hungry for some pot roast.
Mr. BFBS
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Merry Christmas to one and all! I'm Donna's husband and am posting for Donna this week. I just read some of the requests on the Facebook page and will try my best to address some of the topics listed. (I just can't get over how every group seems to develop their own set of acronyms. I noticed one that was used was DH -- which to me, a rabid baseball fan, means "Designated Hitter". I'm pretty sure that was not the intended use, but I decided to go with it anyway.)
Christmas can be a wonderful time of year full of tradition, both good and bad. Traditions are pretty powerful -- especially when it comes to family. We do things because of tradition. It's the way we've always done things and we like it that way! Like cutting both ends off of a pot roast before cooking it because that's the way mom showed me how to do it. (Anyone not heard that story before?)
I thought the theme of traditions would tie a couple of the requested topics together.
A few of you wanted to get a "male perspective" on circumcision. I don't hunt or follow NASCAR -- but I do have a penis. For purposes of full disclosure (don't worry -- no photos will be posted), I am circumcised. I wasn't circumcised for religious purposes. I am a Christian and have learned from my study of the scriptures that circumcision is not necessary per Christ's teachings. So why was I circumcised? Tradition. I've never discussed the issue with my mother or my father. I have to admit that I don't even know for sure if my father is circumcised. I assume he was because that's just the way things were done.
We have a son. We chose not to circumcise him because we did not see a reason to do so. We broke away from tradition to what I believe is a better way. Why wouldn't I want my son to be better off than me? Was I worried about the "Jock Kingdom" mocking him in the showers? No. Did it bother me that his penis wouldn't look like my penis? No. In fact, I proactively avoid showing anyone in my family my penis (with the exception of Donna).
I've heard all of the pro-circumcision rationales and the only one that makes any sense to me is religious in nature. Covenants with God I understand. Concerns about Junior's penis being intact while Daddy is circumcised I don't get. Pot roast.
Tradition plays a huge role in how we choose to give birth. With our first, Donna wanted an epidural and didn't care to learn anything more about giving birth. We toured the hospital, took a hospital class, and would have ended up with a C-section had it not been for my sister Tamara. We were fortunate.
Initially, Donna didn't care because that's just the way women have babies. They go to the hospital and let the doctors do the rest. That's the way it is done. Pot roast. There is a much better way.
Well, I think that does it for me. Happy New Year everybody! I am hungry for some pot roast.
Mr. BFBS
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Where is God in the midst of turmoil?
Right there besides you.
It has come to my attention that one might think/believe/state that I (as in me) am not near to or close to God based on my fruits or (lack of) meek & quiet spirit.
I beg to differ.
Even in hostile situations I can feel God near. How you may wonder?? On the inside where my feelings/heart are situated. How does that work?
God comes in three parts. God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit. Three in one. God, Jesus, Holy Spirit.
Kind of like the body, mind & soul. Or the three parts to an egg (shell, yolk, white).
I feel God near in the form of the Holy Spirit that is within me. I feel the holy spirit near to me because even though I might be in a hostile situation I can and do feel a "peace that surpasses all understanding" at times when I should be feeling at the lowest of lows I can feel nothing at all. This is the peace that I am referring to.
I can scream and cry and sob and hurl my own kind of toxicity and still feel the prescence of the Holy Spirit. God knows my heart, he knows my feelings, he knows my hurts, he knows me. He's not surprised by these things. Yet He continues to stay by my side, He continues to offer me that comfort, He continues to love me, He continues to want me. He continues to promise me an abundant life because He loves me regardless of these things I do so wrong. Because He is faithful even when I'm not.
I won't make secret that things are peachy right now, they're not!! But regardless of the peachlessness I know that I am comforted and cared for.
So what about you? Where is God when you needed him? I am encouraging you to ask him. Just speak out and say "God of heaven, show me where you were when ....... Happened" then close your eyes and see what he shows you. Ask him where he is right now!! And wait til he shows you. He might show you that he is right next to you, or that you are sitting on his lap, or that he's near the roof watching you. I pray that He will show you in a way you understand.
May God give you the peace that surpasses all understanding in Jesus Name.
Amen
Christmas 2011 - one that will always be remembered
As being ruined that is..
I amazed myself as the gifts I purchased for my children were enjoyed and played with. Even the new undies were a hit. I've just got awesome kids like that.
Jarah was the most exciting to watch. He opened the first gift. Ripped open the paper squeals out a truck, tanks it out and tries to break through the string. As soon as its out he's off through the house pushing it around. What a highlight moment!!
Avigail ripped open half her gift. She didn't need help she just did it. But the kids were impatient and pulled it off to. She got an activity table with lights and buttons. She loves it dancing while she makes the music play.
Amalia was next receiving a pink sleeping bag. Not too exciting but useful atleast. She really enjoying her textas and special colouring in book. I realise later that I paid $20 for this enjoyment.. jeepers!! But I was in a hurry sat morning with all kids in tow. She likes her books too.
Isaiah also got his own sleeping bag. He was more keen on checking out the little kids stuff. He also got a boogie board that he's keen to try out. It has the rope thing on it so that's special for him. He didn't even look at his book. I pulled one out knowing he'd like it. You build your own ark by pushing out the cardboard pieces then pressing them altogether. The rest remain in the bag not looked at.
One day while trying to get the gifts sorted with kids I grabbed an awesome looking tonka chuck truck thing. $80 reduced to $30 I thought it was a score!! That was until yesterday when we opened the box and assembly was required. What a fail. And it wasn't what I thought it was. Michael stressed about it, sticking it together then when it was done took over the play. It's actually fairly cool. The little truck drives itself around the track and tumbles all over the place.
We tried going to the beach but it was so busy & so the trouble began. We ended up going home instead.
I won't publicly tell you the rest of the day but I can tell you it was shit & I'm not doing Christmas next year.
Hoping your day was tonnes better than ours..
Amy Xx
Saturday, December 24, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 25
Well its here, 6:30am and I've been awake for an hour. I know better then to wake kids up before its time.
I've fed bubba and now she's outside with Papa checking on the new chickens.
Amalia has been up, had our morning cuddle, wandered through the house, come back to ask who bought all those presants??? I tell her mummy did. She wants to know who looked after the kids. That's it. Another cuddle and she's outside with Papa checking on chickens. Seriously how did I get such an awesome child? Or is it age related? She's 4.
As I lay here in bed I ponder previous Christmas's... Like the one our first born and only child at the time was in hospital. We had to buy food the day before and as we went through the isles at woolies surrounded by festivities and crazy people our hearts were sunken. As the checkout person cheerily says have a Merry Christmas my desire is to turn and her tell her to *$%# Christmas knowing what the day brang.
Then there was the year my full grown brother woke the house at 5:30am cos it was Christmas and 'Santa' had come. He ran to my sisters room, jumped upon her queen sized bed with its plush pillows, sleeping sister and satin sheets only to slip straight across, bang onto the wall and fall down the side. It worked, woke her up and put her in a giant 5:30am cackle of laughter. What a classic!! After gift opening he went back to bed and slept.
I remember the posted parcel sitting under our tree. I knew what was in it... Pineapple lumps, kiwi fruit lollies, marshmallow fish.. sent from nz. There were treats for mum & dad too.
What a wonderful taste sensation. That parcel also held my Birthday gift that sat under the tree for a further 5 days.
Every second year my grandparents would travel over to be with us. Excitement in picking them up from the air port and sadness with returning them and saying goodbye.
Fuss made over food but the day felt the same.
Families together, it was always just us. Tons of gifts. We didn't miss out on anything.
I should scrap these memories. The good with the bad.
As we enter into this day may the Peace that surpasses all understanding be with those whom need it... Not all Christmases are filled with love, joy, peace. I'm thinking of people alone, without loved ones, with missings babies/children and even our own missing babies.
Thankful for what I've got, each of my children and almost ready to face this day.
Merry Christmas & an even better New Year xxxxx
Friday, December 23, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 24 part 2
Did you know there would be a part 2? I sure didn't.
Anyhow, Mrs unorganized just finished up & I want to record it.
Michael had to go to the gym, pick up a trailer, get a non-drivable 4wd onto trailer, drop it off, return car trailer & reload, have lunch, a short rest followed by worship practice, church & checking out the fancy lights around town.
I had to finish gift buying inc my own kids, wrap a huge pile of gifts, bring in washing, put away washing, wash washing & hang washing out several times, clean lounge ready for tom (I empty lounge of just about everything so the day runs smoother with less stuff), clean kitchen, blog amongst keeping kids bums clean, fed, happy & entertained.
Tired reading all that?
I took the kids shopping with me. Got what I needed and left. I was going to swap cars & kids with Michael so I could finish my jobs & he could finish his.
I finished early and came home.
Ages later. Mik returns, does his job & TAKES THE CHILDREN!!!
I get stuck into gift sorting & wrapping. I have these things hidden all over the place. One I can't even find. Mik comes home. I'm still going. Lounge is covered in wrapped & unwrapped gifts. I phone him from the lounge. He's at the front gate. "You can't come in here!!" He goes to get ice cream *Phew*
I'm looking at the final set of gifts for the children. I'm thinking this is going to suck to wrap & take me aged. Brainwave hits. Use a ***bodyshop at home recyclable paper carry bag*** for each child with this last pile and I'm done.
I'm officially **gift ready** for Christmas 2011 & enjoying the freedom.
I reckon I spent:
Avigail aged 9 months $60
Jarah aged 2 years $120 most being spent bit-by-bit through the year!!
Amalia aged 4 years under $200 with ~$150 being books for school & pleasure
Isaiah $120 with some special books too.
I'm happy with that. Most pleased with getting some things organised months ago (but not for Christmas - just cos I wanted the kids to have them.
The Messiah Speaks - and plugs his weekly video address...
From: Markell Governor (Governor)
Sent: Friday, December 23, 2011 1:09:28 PM (UTC-05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada)
To: State Employees; K12 Employees; DSHA
Subject: Thank you for a great 2011
Dear fellow state employee,
Thank you for all you do, and all you’ve done, to help keep our great state running and to build our state’s future.
While I’ve been lucky to be able to say thank you to many of you in person during visits to schools and state agencies, I did not want to let the holiday season pass without sharing my gratitude for your good work.
Each week, I deliver a weekly message to our state about some of the issues we face and some of the progress we are making. In this week’s message (video), I made sure to say to every Delawarean how “blessed I am to be able to work with so many wonderful public servants – the people who go to work to keep our state safe, who help keep things running, who teach our children and care for those most in need – who dedicate themselves to service.” It is a message I hope they take to heart.
You work hard. Your work matters, and we thank you.
Here’s to a happy and healthy new year,
Jack
*****
Happy Holidays video on State network: http://de.gov/holidays
Video on YouTube: http://youtu.be/nD7Vn2uJcFg
Audio on State network: http://de.gov/holidayaudio
Transcript of the Message:
Whether it’s Merry Christmas, Mazel Tov, Umoja or simply Happy Holidays at your home, there’s no doubt this is a special time of the year. A time to remember the friends and family we’re so lucky to have around us and a time to reflect with love on those who left our lives too soon. A time to take stock of what we’ve learned, what we’ve faced, what we’ve overcome and what remains to get done, together. But more than anything – this week is a time for goodwill and gratitude; to reflect on any blessings we’ve received and to know from where those blessings have come.
As grateful as I am to each of you for giving me the chance to get to work for you each day, I’m so blessed to be able to work with wonderful public servants – the people who go their jobs to keep our state safe, who help keep things running, who teach our children and care for those most in need – who dedicate themselves to service. To each of you – thank you.
This has not been an easy year – but it’s been inspiring to see how our state keeps pulling together – how many hard working Delawareans stay focused each day on creating more jobs, on building new opportunities to keep people working and on helping others get back to work. And while there have been more opportunities this year than last, we need to make sure next year is even better. Enough about work for now.
This week, whether you’ve lighting a menorah, kinara candles or putting lights on your tree; whether you’re reflecting on your own faith, or just reflecting on your family – I hope these holidays find you safe, happy, warm and resting up, and that you’re as excited as I am for the chance to keep Delaware, moving forward.
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Sent: Friday, December 23, 2011 1:09:28 PM (UTC-05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada)
To: State Employees; K12 Employees; DSHA
Subject: Thank you for a great 2011
Dear fellow state employee,
Thank you for all you do, and all you’ve done, to help keep our great state running and to build our state’s future.
While I’ve been lucky to be able to say thank you to many of you in person during visits to schools and state agencies, I did not want to let the holiday season pass without sharing my gratitude for your good work.
Each week, I deliver a weekly message to our state about some of the issues we face and some of the progress we are making. In this week’s message (video
You work hard. Your work matters, and we thank you.
Here’s to a happy and healthy new year,
Jack
*****
Happy Holidays video on State network: http://de.gov/holidays
Video on YouTube: http://youtu.be/nD7Vn2uJcFg
Audio on State network: http://de.gov/holidayaudio
Transcript of the Message:
Whether it’s Merry Christmas, Mazel Tov, Umoja or simply Happy Holidays at your home, there’s no doubt this is a special time of the year. A time to remember the friends and family we’re so lucky to have around us and a time to reflect with love on those who left our lives too soon. A time to take stock of what we’ve learned, what we’ve faced, what we’ve overcome and what remains to get done, together. But more than anything – this week is a time for goodwill and gratitude; to reflect on any blessings we’ve received and to know from where those blessings have come.
As grateful as I am to each of you for giving me the chance to get to work for you each day, I’m so blessed to be able to work with wonderful public servants – the people who go their jobs to keep our state safe, who help keep things running, who teach our children and care for those most in need – who dedicate themselves to service. To each of you – thank you.
This has not been an easy year – but it’s been inspiring to see how our state keeps pulling together – how many hard working Delawareans stay focused each day on creating more jobs, on building new opportunities to keep people working and on helping others get back to work. And while there have been more opportunities this year than last, we need to make sure next year is even better. Enough about work for now.
This week, whether you’ve lighting a menorah, kinara candles or putting lights on your tree; whether you’re reflecting on your own faith, or just reflecting on your family – I hope these holidays find you safe, happy, warm and resting up, and that you’re as excited as I am for the chance to keep Delaware, moving forward.
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 24
Well this is it. The final day. Then the big day & its over for another year (hear my relief in that statement?).
The problem with this time of year is the after-effect of being in the sun too long without proper protection. Everything is painful regardless of the copious amount of organic aloe gel I've been slathering upon myself every hour on the hour or thereabouts. I'm going to have an awesome tan-line!!!
I've never been one to get really annoyed/upset at one of my babies that I'd want them to go away... Wait... Not normally... But the sudden clingyness of one beautiful baby and the attachment around two certain arms with those clingy claws has made me feel like throwing one baby out the window. I can still feel that scraping feeling of prying her out of one arm with both hands attached to it. Yeah, it stings a little.
You'd think that after all my life living in Australia & experiencing this sort of after-sun-torture I would think a bit deeper but apparantly not. Another lesson to add to my qualifications.
Just so you know I now have aloe gel in my bag aswell as spray sunscreen spf30+ & sunscreen in the car.
*sigh*
At sometime today I will wander through the shops attempting to purchase the rest of our gifts. What do you get a 4yr old that likes lip balm & people? I'm hoping I find something.
I did manage to palm off gift wrapping to the bigger kids but I can hardly get them to wrap their own right? No? Maybe they could do each others... Except they'd tell them what it is. *sigh*
So I still have too much to do and not enough time/motivation/energy to do it all in.
I'm having organisation-envy and making those same plans to 'do it different next year' so I'm not in the Christmas Eve Dilema like all the other disorganized people out there.
We have church tonight. Michael's on worship, he's heading to the gym soon, and got to drop a car off on a trailer later. He's even talking about buying another chicken or something.. I've got a house to clean, gifts to buy, errands to run, washing to bring in/wash/hang out, gifts to wrap and preparations to commence. I'm tired just writing all that. Think I'll call in re-inforcements... Hubby is too busy to help when & where I need it. Damn.
Until tomorrow...
Have a Blessed day!!
I'm off to pray I get everything done..
Xxx
Edited to add: I did the Christmas shopping for the kids with the kids. They were mostly good & I hurried. That's 27 gifts bought and not wrapped. I also got something a bit special for tomorrow but you'll have to wait for that.
Get this, following Miss Amalia the princess who.loves.people not stuff. Around in the toy shop. She suddenly says to me "I want this!" Finally she chooses something right... Anyway its a fancy pink throw away once opened box with activities for little girls including lots of pieces that will soon get lost and not picked up. I ask her why do you want that? she says cos its got ***textas*** so I got her lots of textas with a special book to colour in. That's her!! That's what my little girl is like!! Now I can say she likes clothes, lip balm & paper/textas/drawing... Homeschool mums dream child or what!!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
25 Days of Christmas 2011 - Day 23
This day marks a special anniversary for me.
It marks a decade of me being a Christian. That is, a decade before this happened.
As a new believer of Jesus, I had always decided that at my 10th Anniversary I would throw a party and share my testimony with my guests. I would invite all the people who made a positive influence to me and my walk/journey of life, all those that encouraged me, all those that have impacted me, all those that have shaped me in the person that I have become. Before you go thinking that would be a hall full of Christian people - it doesn't. Many non-christian people have encouraged me also. I was going to have table cloths, placements and special candles, dim lights and decorations, helium balloons in my favourite colours, special photo displays, scrapped albums and gifts for the guests. I was going to serve all my favourite foods - buffet style & hire a caterer to do it. I was going to hire a photographer to take professional photos of my special family. There was going to be speeches, cool songs and My Testimony.
Would you believe that I always thought that time would be 2012? Alas, about a week ago I re-did the sums (Why would I do that? I don't know) and discovered it was THIS year. Not enough time to plan and write and prepare. But then I think... who would come anyway? That was always the trouble with a birthday 5 days after Christmas and 2 days before New Year. Everyone is busy and no one wants to be with YOU.
I would be lying to say that I am not disappointed in not being able to throw my Celebratory 10th Anniversary Party and sharing a simple life story. I'll live through it. Maybe next year? Maybe not. I contemplated sharing at church but then it is so close to Christmas who'd want to listen to it anyhow.
Nevermind...
In place of my Celebratory Anniversary Party we will be having Communion (yes, in our own home with out specially-labelled-church-people), a **Passover** Style meal (Roasted lamb with bitter herbs, Veges & Unleavened Bread - Unleavened Bread is flatbread without yeast. Yeast is a representative of Sin in the Bible), and a Special Strawberry Cheese Cake baked by a very special lady friend of mine.
I was going to invite some special-to-me people over but having just a few people over diminishes the entire 'feeling' of my giant party so I decided against it. The people who are here now are not the people who were there 10 years ago.
It'll be just my hubby, myself and our four small children.
I love loving God, Loving Jesus, Walking this kind of lifestyle, I (mostly) love going to Church, I love singing love songs to Jesus, and following in His ways. I love learning about Jesus, talking about Jesus, and sharing Jesus in my life.
Had you told me I would EVER have attended church PRIOR to this date 10years ago I would have laughed and called you crazy,.
Truly, I have no life apart from WITH Jesus xx
5 Things I am Thankful for:
1. Salvation - that was given as a FREE gift, for FREE
2. Special Family
3. Special Meal
4. Whole-ness
5. The past 10 years of positive changes and Growth on the INSIDE!!
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It marks a decade of me being a Christian. That is, a decade before this happened.
As a new believer of Jesus, I had always decided that at my 10th Anniversary I would throw a party and share my testimony with my guests. I would invite all the people who made a positive influence to me and my walk/journey of life, all those that encouraged me, all those that have impacted me, all those that have shaped me in the person that I have become. Before you go thinking that would be a hall full of Christian people - it doesn't. Many non-christian people have encouraged me also. I was going to have table cloths, placements and special candles, dim lights and decorations, helium balloons in my favourite colours, special photo displays, scrapped albums and gifts for the guests. I was going to serve all my favourite foods - buffet style & hire a caterer to do it. I was going to hire a photographer to take professional photos of my special family. There was going to be speeches, cool songs and My Testimony.
Would you believe that I always thought that time would be 2012? Alas, about a week ago I re-did the sums (Why would I do that? I don't know) and discovered it was THIS year. Not enough time to plan and write and prepare. But then I think... who would come anyway? That was always the trouble with a birthday 5 days after Christmas and 2 days before New Year. Everyone is busy and no one wants to be with YOU.
I would be lying to say that I am not disappointed in not being able to throw my Celebratory 10th Anniversary Party and sharing a simple life story. I'll live through it. Maybe next year? Maybe not. I contemplated sharing at church but then it is so close to Christmas who'd want to listen to it anyhow.
Nevermind...
In place of my Celebratory Anniversary Party we will be having Communion (yes, in our own home with out specially-labelled-church-people), a **Passover** Style meal (Roasted lamb with bitter herbs, Veges & Unleavened Bread - Unleavened Bread is flatbread without yeast. Yeast is a representative of Sin in the Bible), and a Special Strawberry Cheese Cake baked by a very special lady friend of mine.
I was going to invite some special-to-me people over but having just a few people over diminishes the entire 'feeling' of my giant party so I decided against it. The people who are here now are not the people who were there 10 years ago.
It'll be just my hubby, myself and our four small children.
I love loving God, Loving Jesus, Walking this kind of lifestyle, I (mostly) love going to Church, I love singing love songs to Jesus, and following in His ways. I love learning about Jesus, talking about Jesus, and sharing Jesus in my life.
Had you told me I would EVER have attended church PRIOR to this date 10years ago I would have laughed and called you crazy,.
Truly, I have no life apart from WITH Jesus xx
5 Things I am Thankful for:
1. Salvation - that was given as a FREE gift, for FREE
2. Special Family
3. Special Meal
4. Whole-ness
5. The past 10 years of positive changes and Growth on the INSIDE!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 22
Can you believe how close we are to the big day? Time is rolling by at a much faster speed then usual. I still have jobs to do, gifts to buy, groceries to shop for, Christmas meal to plan & other stuff.
The weather is hot & stuffy with a slight hot breeze, my eye lids heavy with the weight of the weather and dreariness of things needing to be completed.
I'd nap given 1/4 a chance. The children are doing craft under their own direction, gluing as far as I can tell, discussing their new ages now that they've had birthdays.
I've just spent about four lovely hours with dearly loved friends of mine. What an amazing blessing they are.
The children on great behaviours with barely a dispute or disgruntle. Apart from several toilet trips it was wonderful chatting and reliving beautiful changes in my life. Changes made by God based upon my own iniquities as a human being. I love being a Christian, I love loving God, I love knowing what I know. I love the hope He gives and the heart I have and the changes made over the past 10years.
Tomorrow marks a significant day for me. You'll have to read about it tomorrow.
Although life hasn't always been easy or pleasant I can often look upon where I was and where I was headed and know that I am in a better place where I am now. How could I not look at lots of little kids and believe anything different.
Today, amongst all your jobs & shopping I urge you to breathe deeply & count your blessings... Xxxx
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 21
Are you like me & freaking out about the big day? Every reminder makes me cringe on the inside. Four days and its the big day. I need a calender. And an overseas hotel with daily massages to aide in relaxation from the big day. It hasn't even happened yet.
I have 3 man gifts to but & 1 special gift to buy & 2 of my very own children to buy for. Seriously who leaves this kind if thing so late? Hasn't been the first time either. I havnt even sent the parcels off so they'll be late. Typical. I suck at this stuff.
So anyway, Miss Amalia usually has a tanty or two and not being in very good mood I decided to put her hair up to remind me to smile & laugh when she had her tanty whilst out. Pleased with my clever scheme I let her go and told her to go check it out. One look in the mirror had her flopping on the floor in protest. What a fail. However while out today she didn't even have a tanty but i did get a few strange looks. And doubtly fully it was cos I shop with so many silly people. Yep, I bred that one too! You should see her Father!!
Anywhoo...
My Christmas shopping today consisted of putting my birthday presant on layby. So that's what it feels like to buy your own presant. Mind you I am so excited that I wanted to take it home TODAY but I couldn't. Nevermind the part that it was ME working that PAID for it either right? (Yeah, I've worked one day in 7yrs).
It's a book shelf. Like the IKEA expedit ones with the lil holes in them and no back. It's chocolate so it matches in with our clock. Yep, clock. And the curtains match the clock too. Not into decorating really but this has been fun. I even picked out a floor rug but that can wait.
Have I mentioned I'm over Christmas yet? I am. Four days............
Darn, I still have to organise food. *sigh*
I have 3 man gifts to but & 1 special gift to buy & 2 of my very own children to buy for. Seriously who leaves this kind if thing so late? Hasn't been the first time either. I havnt even sent the parcels off so they'll be late. Typical. I suck at this stuff.
So anyway, Miss Amalia usually has a tanty or two and not being in very good mood I decided to put her hair up to remind me to smile & laugh when she had her tanty whilst out. Pleased with my clever scheme I let her go and told her to go check it out. One look in the mirror had her flopping on the floor in protest. What a fail. However while out today she didn't even have a tanty but i did get a few strange looks. And doubtly fully it was cos I shop with so many silly people. Yep, I bred that one too! You should see her Father!!
Anywhoo...
My Christmas shopping today consisted of putting my birthday presant on layby. So that's what it feels like to buy your own presant. Mind you I am so excited that I wanted to take it home TODAY but I couldn't. Nevermind the part that it was ME working that PAID for it either right? (Yeah, I've worked one day in 7yrs).
It's a book shelf. Like the IKEA expedit ones with the lil holes in them and no back. It's chocolate so it matches in with our clock. Yep, clock. And the curtains match the clock too. Not into decorating really but this has been fun. I even picked out a floor rug but that can wait.
Have I mentioned I'm over Christmas yet? I am. Four days............
Darn, I still have to organise food. *sigh*
Monday, December 19, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 20
Yesterday the children and I went to Nana Kay's to do some Christmas Baking. We made shortbread & gingerbread trees, stars & hearts then decorated them with icing and sprinkles.
I put them in a jar with twine and sent them off to the inlaws.
Hand made gift by the kids...
Why I'd Make a Rotten Midwife
I have been asked several times recently if I have aspirations to be a midwife. One midwife commented on all the young women that have had a baby or two and want to be a doula or midwife. My children are older now and I've been an educator for almost 9 years. They all are surprised that I am happy and content to remain "just" a childbirth educator.
Let me tell you why I'd be a rotten midwife:
The number one quality of a good midwife, in my opinion, is patience. Labor takes time and a laboring mom deserves just that. For this reason, I'd make a great OB! OK, just kidding. I would seriously be like, "Come on already! This is taking forever. I've got other things to do!" I'd be a clock-watcher, for sure and all over the "failure to progress" diagnosis. I'd also be all about the pitocin. As you can tell, I am not a patient person. For the same reasons, this is why I do not work as a doula.
I have always compared being a midwife to selling real estate. For years, I thought I'd like to be a real estate agent. How fun to drive around looking at houses, talking to people. I could do that. But then I realized that that part of the job is only a fraction of the big picture. The paperwork and contracts, well, I'm not so interested in that. In fact, yuck.
Being a midwife looks like so much fun -- catching babies and being a part of this exciting day. It's easy to forget that it took 9 months of charting and appointments to get to this day. A few hours and it's over. All that paperwork. Again, yuck.
I'm probably slightly queasy too. Have you ever watched a woman be stitched up after a birth? Whoa. I'm not very good with blood either, although I think I am able to remain pretty calm through an intense situation.
I love education, likely, because for me, education was a turning point. When I learned what was happening to my body in labor and it took the fear out of childbirth. I like those "light bulb moments" when someone gets it in class. I like to see couples get information and make informed decisions when it comes to the birth of their baby.
If you had a great birth, there are lots of ways you can spread the good news of natural childbirth besides being a doula or midwife. Those professions are often not that practical for moms with small children or babies anyway unless they have a great childcare setup. Besides education, there are lots of advocacy opportunities. Check to see if there is a chapter of Birth Network National in your community. Attend nurse-ins and help normalize breastfeeding in your city. Ask birth professionals in your area how you can be involved.
In the meantime, you're welcome for not becoming a midwife.
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Let me tell you why I'd be a rotten midwife:
I have always compared being a midwife to selling real estate. For years, I thought I'd like to be a real estate agent. How fun to drive around looking at houses, talking to people. I could do that. But then I realized that that part of the job is only a fraction of the big picture. The paperwork and contracts, well, I'm not so interested in that. In fact, yuck.
Being a midwife looks like so much fun -- catching babies and being a part of this exciting day. It's easy to forget that it took 9 months of charting and appointments to get to this day. A few hours and it's over. All that paperwork. Again, yuck.
I'm probably slightly queasy too. Have you ever watched a woman be stitched up after a birth? Whoa. I'm not very good with blood either, although I think I am able to remain pretty calm through an intense situation.
I love education, likely, because for me, education was a turning point. When I learned what was happening to my body in labor and it took the fear out of childbirth. I like those "light bulb moments" when someone gets it in class. I like to see couples get information and make informed decisions when it comes to the birth of their baby.
If you had a great birth, there are lots of ways you can spread the good news of natural childbirth besides being a doula or midwife. Those professions are often not that practical for moms with small children or babies anyway unless they have a great childcare setup. Besides education, there are lots of advocacy opportunities. Check to see if there is a chapter of Birth Network National in your community. Attend nurse-ins and help normalize breastfeeding in your city. Ask birth professionals in your area how you can be involved.
In the meantime, you're welcome for not becoming a midwife.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 19
Strong-willed
Do you know anyone who can latch on like a bulldog and hold on just as long? I do. I married a bulldog. Then I went bred it into our offspring. What can I say? I'm clever like that.
Around this time of year I hear/see/read about the behaviours of children changing. Perhaps its the Christmas jitters, or the end of year frantically, or the craziness of parents processing the thought of having to be stuck with their own bulldog offspring that has them running for cover. I don't know but children start playing up more/different to usual.
Mine? They're like this year round. Often stubborn, often ready to fight and stand their ground on what they want. How silly really. Don't they know I'm ready to fight back? But don't they know I'm bigger then them? Don't they realise I have more active usable brain-cells that I can outwit them?
A few years ago, at the end of myself in child-rearing I bought a book. Yep. Me. I even read it. It helped. It's called "the strong willed child" by Dr dobson.
Whilst I am certainly not a fan in purchasing/reading child-rearing parenting books in how to raise my child according to one-formula-fits-all type children this one I would recommend to those with special children like mine.
I learnt that I needed to win EVERY fight no-matter-what. The book has an interview with some mums with strong willed children and the children. The children thanking their mum for those child rearing days where mum won those fights.
I began winning the fights. 2 hour time outs, kid kicking and screaming became the usual for me. Dreading having to go out in public incase 'it' happened. Then one day I noticed it had stopped. 5 minute time outs. Fun, caring, loving and mostly obedient child. Where was he from? I loved him too.
There were plenty of times that I was brought down by failures and fears, weariness and tired of the fights that seemed to be a constant companion to me. I wanted peace and harmony in my home.
Now, looking back I would have kept my cool for longer and laughed sooner, but as for the fights? I would still win. Not cos I'm in it to win it but because I know that there are important life lessons for my child/ren to learn through those experiences.
I have the added advantage of being strong-willed myself but with a sensitive gentle side. God would have known I would have to be this way to remain married to my spouse and be a successful parent to our children.
If you have a child who challenges you on everything, is highly stubborn, is highly defiant, and will not do what you ask them too, I suggest getting this book to grab a few hints.
With that.. I shall see what fight awaits me for this day. I've already had one and its not even 8am.
In Love
Amy Xx
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 18
As shameful as it is to admit - I "couldn't be bothered" throwing a birthday party for my two end-of-year-born kids :( yep, officially a bad parent.
I was all ready for one in Nov, but he woke up sick and we spent half the day in hospital. I was a bit fearful that day - fearing that this might be the last day of my sons life. I couldn't help it but its how I felt that day. Thankfully it wasn't.
With a birthday party cancelled and another three weeks later I just couldn't be bothered.
I'm not naturally talented in 'party planning' I'm more the rock-up-hoping-ive-got-all-I-need type person. So its not actually something I look forward to planning and preparing for.
The kind of planning I do occurs around 10 months prior to the birthday and gets forgotten. The actual planning gets done in panic a few hours before or the day before the actual party.
So, today my two end of year born kids had an (agreed upon) shared birthday party. It has officially been and gone for this year. I'm relieved.
For years now as a birthday approaches someone always asks me what I'm doing for a cake. Cake? Is it not enough I bought a presant? Yeah, I suck that much.
So, this party didn't quite go to plan, I wasn't overly impressed with guests, felt highly irritated by people wondering off to have a day sleep, all the food got hacked into straight away without asking me and being asked if we can have cake now while there is plenty of food left and everyone is still talking. It felt very chaotic and out of control. Yet nothing I could do about it. THAT is what happens when you marry a crazy man who has 8 more siblings. I was never warned. Ever.
And yes, even after all these years and events I still get overwhelmed from time to time. Today was one of them.
I'm exhausted now too. Rest is important and I havn't had enough. Emotionally exhausted. Physically exhausted. Spiritually exhausted.
*ahhh*
I am already planning on passing over 'party plan' duties for 2012. Who's keen?? Thanks in Advance Xx
The main point is that the children enjoyed themselves and that's where my concern rested.
Oh Yeah & if your invited to my surprise birthday party apologize profusely and decline the invitation. Then let me know so I can make sure all is cancelled prior to the time.
Kind Regards,
Amy-non-party-planner
Xx
Friday, December 16, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 17
<p>As my organization skills or lack of are beginning to crack I am reminded of my desire to not participate in such festivities. Cancel Christmas for 2012. Seriously. I know I'm not alone. & Once upon a time not too long ago I was reading the book of Esther (its a book in the bible about an ordinary Jewish girl who was chosen by the king to be his wife. She had great beauty. The king had an evil sidekick who wanted all Jews killed. Esther presented herself before the king punishable by death and told him she was a Jew saving all the Jews in her time). As I finished the story in chapter 9 I was surprised to read this: ch9:18+ The Jews in Susa, however, had assembled on the 13th & 14th, and then in the 15th they rested and made it  a day of feasting and joy. That is why rural Jews - those living in villages - observe the 14th of the month of Afar as a day of joy feasting, a day for giving presents to each other.... Mordecai told people to celebrate annually the 14th & 15th days of the month of Adar as the time when the Jews got relief from their enemies, and as the month when their sorrow was turned into joy and their mourning into a day of celebratio. He wrote them to observe the days as days of feasting and joy and giving presents of food to one another and gifts to the poor.... [Missing a few verses]... The Jews took it upon themselves to establish the custom that they and their descendants and all who join them should without fail observe the two days every year, in the way prescribed and at the time appointed. These days should be remembered and observed in every generation by every family, and in every province and in every city. And these days of Purim should never cease to be celebrated by the Jews, nor should the memory of them die out among their descendants. </p>
<p>A few things stand out to me. Such as: making it a day for joy, feasting and giving presents. Being an annual celebration. Presents of food & gifts to the poor. </p>
<p>The days should be remembered and observed in every generation by every family and in every province and in every city. The days of Purim should never cease to be celebrated by the Jews. </p>
<p>This celebration resembles Christmas in that there's excitement & as others label it 'magic', expected happiness or joy. We eat. Lots. Planning & effort is put into the Christmas meal. It's the feasting part. Then there is the giving gifts part. Christmas is about giving of gifts. <br>
Joy, Feasting, Gifts.</p>
<p>The difference is that the Feast of Purim is a written and agreed upon annual celebration that should be remembered and observed without fail by every Jew in every place. </p>
<p>You might say "well I'm not a Jew I'm an Aussie". The bible uses the word Jew to describe His people. Jews & Gentiles. </p>
You might say its an old testament tradition or celebration so we don't have to do it anymore. Well it is an old testament feast but it also does not state to celebrate until the coming saviour arrives and stop. Jesus came to fulfill the law not do away with feasts & celebrations.
<p>I do think that this is a feast or celebration that should/could still be conducted today. Perhaps the 'message' is lost in regards to Queen Esther and her bravery but having our mourning turned into joy is not.
So there you have it. My belief. Try get your head around that!!
May you have a blessed day Xx
Eta: feast of Purim will be 8th March 2012
<p>A few things stand out to me. Such as: making it a day for joy, feasting and giving presents. Being an annual celebration. Presents of food & gifts to the poor. </p>
<p>The days should be remembered and observed in every generation by every family and in every province and in every city. The days of Purim should never cease to be celebrated by the Jews. </p>
<p>This celebration resembles Christmas in that there's excitement & as others label it 'magic', expected happiness or joy. We eat. Lots. Planning & effort is put into the Christmas meal. It's the feasting part. Then there is the giving gifts part. Christmas is about giving of gifts. <br>
Joy, Feasting, Gifts.</p>
<p>The difference is that the Feast of Purim is a written and agreed upon annual celebration that should be remembered and observed without fail by every Jew in every place. </p>
<p>You might say "well I'm not a Jew I'm an Aussie". The bible uses the word Jew to describe His people. Jews & Gentiles. </p>
You might say its an old testament tradition or celebration so we don't have to do it anymore. Well it is an old testament feast but it also does not state to celebrate until the coming saviour arrives and stop. Jesus came to fulfill the law not do away with feasts & celebrations.
<p>I do think that this is a feast or celebration that should/could still be conducted today. Perhaps the 'message' is lost in regards to Queen Esther and her bravery but having our mourning turned into joy is not.
So there you have it. My belief. Try get your head around that!!
May you have a blessed day Xx
Eta: feast of Purim will be 8th March 2012
Edu-Scrapple in Delaware
Venom and Malice when CSD attempts a course correction and DOE handholding when Brandywine fails to perform... The Race to the Trough is on - Delaware to be a winner of the Baby Race. Do you really want Jack Markell parenting your children? Lots of edu-scrapple in today's paper!
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 16
8 days until the big day. I'm over it. I want more time so I can chill out for a bit. Are you running out of time? I just have far too much to do.
*sigh* as part of too much to do I have two boxes of stuff. One for the garbage one to give away that I am challenging myself to fill. This place is far too cluttered for my liking. I am so over moving junk just to tidy up. This house is not big enough for a homeschool family of 6 to be hoarders of stuff (no shed or safe outdoor storage). So I'm decluttering as I tidy up. How much stuff does one family need?
I am also over wasted money. Money spent on items that break too soon. Like our 4 slice toaster. 1 month one side breaks, 11 months later the other side breaks. We had a 2 slice toaster that I had at my parents. It was theirs but it was too small with 3 kids & a Hubby. Or like our vacuum cleaner that didn't last 4 months. I'm not that rough on a vacuum cleaner even with lots of little kids. Or how about mobile phones. I had a mobile phone for 7 years!!! It was awesome! It did everything I wanted it to, it did everything I needed it to and it lasted me a really long time. I got a second hand one that didn't last a week, then a new one that sucked too. Then another for "Christmas" that by the next Christmas wasn't in an adequate working state. Hubby bought me this HTC thing and its broken & sucks too. It's 2-3 months old. With a $200 price tag that's ridiculous. I hate wasting so much money on these things that don't last long enough to justify such expense.
Lastnight I bought plastic garbage bags with a recyclabe paper label. Sorry but that's pointless!!
Here we are at Christmas time with a higher amount of sales being put through at the shops and most of it will end up broken in the bin. What a waste.
Just the other day I was reading an environmentalists blog about cutting plastic use down. Over the past few days I'm thinking nothing is going to make a real difference until the companies start changing the way they make and package toys and other stuff. I hate stuff.
Everything comes in plastic. Drinks, toys, food, and not all is recyclable.
*sigh*
As Joseph travelled to Bethlehem with his pregnant wife and donkey they would not have taken nappies or vote or formula or fancy toys. Just themself, their donkey & some food for the journey.
Nowadays we need so much just to survive. Just to get by.
I think this is one thing I don't like about this time of year. Unneccessary stuff. 125grms of lindt chocolate packaged fancy for $12 its so overrated. A multitude of strange useless uneducational toys at the toy shops.
So. I'm over it. The hype, the commersialism, the stuff. The stuff I have already. Over it.
I need to go down town today & I'm not quite looking forward to it.
*sigh* as part of too much to do I have two boxes of stuff. One for the garbage one to give away that I am challenging myself to fill. This place is far too cluttered for my liking. I am so over moving junk just to tidy up. This house is not big enough for a homeschool family of 6 to be hoarders of stuff (no shed or safe outdoor storage). So I'm decluttering as I tidy up. How much stuff does one family need?
I am also over wasted money. Money spent on items that break too soon. Like our 4 slice toaster. 1 month one side breaks, 11 months later the other side breaks. We had a 2 slice toaster that I had at my parents. It was theirs but it was too small with 3 kids & a Hubby. Or like our vacuum cleaner that didn't last 4 months. I'm not that rough on a vacuum cleaner even with lots of little kids. Or how about mobile phones. I had a mobile phone for 7 years!!! It was awesome! It did everything I wanted it to, it did everything I needed it to and it lasted me a really long time. I got a second hand one that didn't last a week, then a new one that sucked too. Then another for "Christmas" that by the next Christmas wasn't in an adequate working state. Hubby bought me this HTC thing and its broken & sucks too. It's 2-3 months old. With a $200 price tag that's ridiculous. I hate wasting so much money on these things that don't last long enough to justify such expense.
Lastnight I bought plastic garbage bags with a recyclabe paper label. Sorry but that's pointless!!
Here we are at Christmas time with a higher amount of sales being put through at the shops and most of it will end up broken in the bin. What a waste.
Just the other day I was reading an environmentalists blog about cutting plastic use down. Over the past few days I'm thinking nothing is going to make a real difference until the companies start changing the way they make and package toys and other stuff. I hate stuff.
Everything comes in plastic. Drinks, toys, food, and not all is recyclable.
*sigh*
As Joseph travelled to Bethlehem with his pregnant wife and donkey they would not have taken nappies or vote or formula or fancy toys. Just themself, their donkey & some food for the journey.
Nowadays we need so much just to survive. Just to get by.
I think this is one thing I don't like about this time of year. Unneccessary stuff. 125grms of lindt chocolate packaged fancy for $12 its so overrated. A multitude of strange useless uneducational toys at the toy shops.
So. I'm over it. The hype, the commersialism, the stuff. The stuff I have already. Over it.
I need to go down town today & I'm not quite looking forward to it.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 15
Additives.
After informing another mother on checking out the link between food additives & behavior I took my four to the Christmas party at our local 'op shop' run by our church. It's more than an op shop trully. They provide emergency food & all that jazz also.
Whilst it was a tonne of fun, as my children's mother I didn't do any food monitoring like I often do. *sigh*
I later took princess birthday girl out for a milk shake. A pink one labelled strawberry yet containing pink food dye in their syrup. Marsbar cheesecake (containing colour in caramel an exceptionally bad colour). Miss-munching-a-lot polished off a bag of lollies this morning.
Isaiah was little better. Processed meats such as hot dogs.
Oh yeah.
These two kids are on a major high!!!!!!! Major!!!!!
When did I become less strict? When did I stop checking labels? When did I allow them free access to food tables? When did they start nicking lolly bags out of the pantry? Was it just last week I said no more additives after terrible out of control behaviour? Was it me who just advised another to cut additives out of her kids diet before sending my troupes into combat?
Well.
This is where 'things get hard' having lots of little kids. Psyching out behaviours, waiting for the antidote, mentally accessing every move I make, they make & every piece of food that enters their mouth.
Every one of my commands gets challenged, irritability at its highest, yelling & screaming & crying & tears flowing like a river.
Nothing is easy. Getting a drink of water is near impossible, a 6yr old suddenly can not do it himself. Getting a job done is going to be impossible. I'm not even going to try it.
I am so thankful I am aware of these behaviour problems and their causes. It means I am able to recognise causes of drastic behaviour changes, identify what had been eaten & rectify it. In a few days they'll be fine.
Not all negative behaviour can be blamed on food additives but you can certainly knock them on the head and discover what your up against.
*hours later*
We had some major melt downs. I seperated two and now have two joyfully playing in the bath together and another on his own playing with trains. It's all they need sometimes. Til I give them some kind of instructions.
Check out: WWW.fedup.com.au for more information on food additives & behaviours.
All in love
Xx
After informing another mother on checking out the link between food additives & behavior I took my four to the Christmas party at our local 'op shop' run by our church. It's more than an op shop trully. They provide emergency food & all that jazz also.
Whilst it was a tonne of fun, as my children's mother I didn't do any food monitoring like I often do. *sigh*
I later took princess birthday girl out for a milk shake. A pink one labelled strawberry yet containing pink food dye in their syrup. Marsbar cheesecake (containing colour in caramel an exceptionally bad colour). Miss-munching-a-lot polished off a bag of lollies this morning.
Isaiah was little better. Processed meats such as hot dogs.
Oh yeah.
These two kids are on a major high!!!!!!! Major!!!!!
When did I become less strict? When did I stop checking labels? When did I allow them free access to food tables? When did they start nicking lolly bags out of the pantry? Was it just last week I said no more additives after terrible out of control behaviour? Was it me who just advised another to cut additives out of her kids diet before sending my troupes into combat?
Well.
This is where 'things get hard' having lots of little kids. Psyching out behaviours, waiting for the antidote, mentally accessing every move I make, they make & every piece of food that enters their mouth.
Every one of my commands gets challenged, irritability at its highest, yelling & screaming & crying & tears flowing like a river.
Nothing is easy. Getting a drink of water is near impossible, a 6yr old suddenly can not do it himself. Getting a job done is going to be impossible. I'm not even going to try it.
I am so thankful I am aware of these behaviour problems and their causes. It means I am able to recognise causes of drastic behaviour changes, identify what had been eaten & rectify it. In a few days they'll be fine.
Not all negative behaviour can be blamed on food additives but you can certainly knock them on the head and discover what your up against.
*hours later*
We had some major melt downs. I seperated two and now have two joyfully playing in the bath together and another on his own playing with trains. It's all they need sometimes. Til I give them some kind of instructions.
Check out: WWW.fedup.com.au for more information on food additives & behaviours.
All in love
Xx
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 14
I'm not quite sure what to blog about today. But I'll give it a go.
It's my precious daughters *fourth* birthday today. Yesterday she was 3. Today she is 4. Tomorrow she can be 4 aswell.
It wasn't really that long ago when Michael was travelling 40-60km over the speed limit in the Brisbane city frantically attempting to get me to hospital. He didn't make it but I got the desire of my heart and that was to not give birth in the hospital. It was perfect. For me.
I held the life-less form in my two cupped hands exclaiming to Michael she wasn't moving. It was 12:52am and I couldn't see a thing inside the car. Michael instructed me to flip her upside down and smack her hard on the bum. I told him no way and gave her a little shake/rock/jiggle. She kicked out her legs, arms flung out as she took her first breathe. I knew she was fine at that point and she was.
My Amalia has always been just like her birth. While your expecting her to do something she suddenly does it all on her own accord with no help. Like her toilet training. On her own. Before you expect her to so.
(None of my other children are like their births - so don't buy too much into this).
This little four year old adores *ADORES* the men/boys in her life. I hope they all continue to treat her well, like the precious and sensitive princess that she is. (Papa, two brothers, two uncles +1 & pop).
Around the age of 1 she had a shelf plonked on her little finger ripping most of her nail off from the tip to the nail bed. Emergency Department rush, stitches & bandages. (Sound familiar?) She was given a little 3 wheeler bike thing. You know the type right? Push with their legs. Well, the one handed toddler still managed to play with it in her oversized size 1 pink dress with her feet up in the middle, cute lil toes poking out from under her dress. How precious a memory.
At age 2 she was a clingy nightmare. Always wanting to be attached to my hip. Always wanting to be sucking on a bottle of milk. Always crying, screaming or chucking a tanty. She was hard work. I had somehow missed that in her room on her own far away from mine she would wake in the night screaming in her sleep. Not my first parent fail with this one. I solved the problem by moving her bed into my room. Yeah for awhile she kept climbing in with me but we all got a better, deeper sleep. I would recommend co-sleeping based upon my experience & what I discovered through it.
Then she was 3. Being 2 had nothing on being 3. Being 3 was. Well its over now. This moment I've been waiting for for a whole year. When she finally hits 4.
Oh yeah, this is a blog *perfect life perfect life perfect life* ahem
We have had a lot of special moments with this princess. Like after bed time when she's asleep for example. Amalia is a serious people person. She doesn't like anything apart from people, cuddles & school work. Amalia will play with anything... IF Isaiah or Jarah or someone else is. Be it dolls, Blocks, car things.. She's the one climbing up on your lap all day long and stating "I want a cuddle" "I need a cuddle" "can I have a cuddle". Amalia, even at a young age, has shown an interest in animals & people, showing herself to be compassionate and caring. At the drop of an 'angry face picture' or a home video with someone crying, yelling or having a tantrum she is the one who drops her bottom lip, turns to face me for a cuddle because she is genuinely upset. I often wonder if she might be a nurse one day. Amalia often tells ne she wants to be a mum & have a boy baby. I tell her when she's married would be the best time. I think we had a good day. She let out a lot of screams and tears and feet stomping at the Christmas party we attended today. She's incredible. Afterwards I started a tradition where I take her out for a milk shake just her and the girls. No brothers. Strawberry (pink) milkshake & also got marsbar cheesecake. I'll have a joint birthday party this Sunday (they agreed) then it'll be over -momentarily... So, I had a lot to say afterall. I hope you all had a chilled out, relaxing day. Our Amalia has always been a challenge to capture on film so this is the best of what I got:
It's my precious daughters *fourth* birthday today. Yesterday she was 3. Today she is 4. Tomorrow she can be 4 aswell.
It wasn't really that long ago when Michael was travelling 40-60km over the speed limit in the Brisbane city frantically attempting to get me to hospital. He didn't make it but I got the desire of my heart and that was to not give birth in the hospital. It was perfect. For me.
I held the life-less form in my two cupped hands exclaiming to Michael she wasn't moving. It was 12:52am and I couldn't see a thing inside the car. Michael instructed me to flip her upside down and smack her hard on the bum. I told him no way and gave her a little shake/rock/jiggle. She kicked out her legs, arms flung out as she took her first breathe. I knew she was fine at that point and she was.
My Amalia has always been just like her birth. While your expecting her to do something she suddenly does it all on her own accord with no help. Like her toilet training. On her own. Before you expect her to so.
(None of my other children are like their births - so don't buy too much into this).
This little four year old adores *ADORES* the men/boys in her life. I hope they all continue to treat her well, like the precious and sensitive princess that she is. (Papa, two brothers, two uncles +1 & pop).
Around the age of 1 she had a shelf plonked on her little finger ripping most of her nail off from the tip to the nail bed. Emergency Department rush, stitches & bandages. (Sound familiar?) She was given a little 3 wheeler bike thing. You know the type right? Push with their legs. Well, the one handed toddler still managed to play with it in her oversized size 1 pink dress with her feet up in the middle, cute lil toes poking out from under her dress. How precious a memory.
At age 2 she was a clingy nightmare. Always wanting to be attached to my hip. Always wanting to be sucking on a bottle of milk. Always crying, screaming or chucking a tanty. She was hard work. I had somehow missed that in her room on her own far away from mine she would wake in the night screaming in her sleep. Not my first parent fail with this one. I solved the problem by moving her bed into my room. Yeah for awhile she kept climbing in with me but we all got a better, deeper sleep. I would recommend co-sleeping based upon my experience & what I discovered through it.
Then she was 3. Being 2 had nothing on being 3. Being 3 was. Well its over now. This moment I've been waiting for for a whole year. When she finally hits 4.
Oh yeah, this is a blog *perfect life perfect life perfect life* ahem
We have had a lot of special moments with this princess. Like after bed time when she's asleep for example. Amalia is a serious people person. She doesn't like anything apart from people, cuddles & school work. Amalia will play with anything... IF Isaiah or Jarah or someone else is. Be it dolls, Blocks, car things.. She's the one climbing up on your lap all day long and stating "I want a cuddle" "I need a cuddle" "can I have a cuddle". Amalia, even at a young age, has shown an interest in animals & people, showing herself to be compassionate and caring. At the drop of an 'angry face picture' or a home video with someone crying, yelling or having a tantrum she is the one who drops her bottom lip, turns to face me for a cuddle because she is genuinely upset. I often wonder if she might be a nurse one day. Amalia often tells ne she wants to be a mum & have a boy baby. I tell her when she's married would be the best time. I think we had a good day. She let out a lot of screams and tears and feet stomping at the Christmas party we attended today. She's incredible. Afterwards I started a tradition where I take her out for a milk shake just her and the girls. No brothers. Strawberry (pink) milkshake & also got marsbar cheesecake. I'll have a joint birthday party this Sunday (they agreed) then it'll be over -momentarily... So, I had a lot to say afterall. I hope you all had a chilled out, relaxing day. Our Amalia has always been a challenge to capture on film so this is the best of what I got:
Monday, December 12, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 13
Today we started off by tidying up three days of 'no jobs'. This place was a MESS!! (Don't walk past the lounge door or you'll find the rest of it.
In keeping with the theme of "giving" I got the children wrapping gifts. If you are the recipient of one of these gifts I apologize in advance. It is a great fine motor skills development and silks in wrapping. They've done one on their own, helping each other (working together), and helped me. After the first one each with me they've pretty much done the rest themselves. I'm (obviously) not fussed on the presentation and perfection of these wrapped gifts. The children are pleased.
Gift Tips:
One Tip: Wrap all your families gifts with one or two types of paper and the other family in a different pattern for ease of working out who's are who's.
The wrapping paper I bought was from 4? Years ago. I got 25m rolls for 50cents after the Christmas sales in the New Year. I bought several rolls and just can't seem to use them up. Still. Some are usable for birthdays.
Don't buy your sticky tape last minute. It's expensive. Also don't let little kids play with sticky tape. You'll find it everywhere stuck to things and they will have no mercy. Making it all gone and you needing to buy more. Expensive stuff.
Try not to let toddlers near the scissors. They will take it upon themself to teach themselves how to use them and snip just about anything in sight.
Wrap a gift or two a day leading up to Christmas. You'll still be wrapping them but atleast you won't be piled high in gifts needing wrapping.
Keep gifts up higher than high. High is still reachable. Trust me.
Don't think that because unwrapped items are in an unmarked box that little people won't find them accidentally. They will. And proceed to play with them.
If someplace asks you if you want it wrapped the answer is ALWAYS yes!!
What's the Deal With My Blog Title, You Ask?
It's time to revisit the title of my blog "Banned From Baby Showers". The Haters think that I am banned by the people having babies because of my strong opinions ("No wonder she's not allowed at baby showers!"). I had someone ask me if I have a Texas-sized opinion on all topics, or just childbirth! Am I allowed at weddings? Birthday parties? In fact, my friend Shannon came up with my BFBS icon: the caricature with the big hat, big hair, and big mouth!
If you'll indulge me in a little story telling, I'll tell you just how the name came about.
I have been a Natural Childbirth Educator since 2003. I had my first baby with an epidural in 1996, followed up with a fabulous unmedicated birth in 1999. I have had 2 more unmediated births since then. My message to all women? You can do this! Don't be afraid! Birth is transformative. You are strong!
I found myself at playgroups and church telling every pregnant woman why she should have an unmedicated birth and seek out midwifery care. It's an amazing experience that you only experience so many times in life. Don't miss out on it!
By 2003, I had to do something with this knowledge and excitement for natural birth. I got certified to teach classes and have taught over 300 couples since. I love my "job."
In early 2006, I attended a baby shower with some women from church that I barely knew. I had only lived here for about seven months. Several of us seriously got into it. It was ugly. It was all about inductions and trusting your doctor. We fought over being informed or, in my eyes, remaining ignorant. Seriously -- ugly.
The rest of the day was yucky. I knew I had not accomplished anything but alienate this group of women. I called several of them before going to church the next day to apologize. Awkward.
After that experience, I told my husband that I could never put myself in that situation again. Teaching to people who want the information would be my only "outlet." Most people know what I do professionally. If they want information, they can come ask me.
I simply find it impossible to sit and listen to a group of ill or mis-informed women talk about pregnancy, labor, or birth and not say anything. Laughing about inductions and c-sections and how necessary they are is not my idea of fun. Most baby showers make a mockery of this sacred event.
So I stopped attending baby showers. Word spread pretty quickly, and the story of that famous baby shower must have also spread, as few people have questioned me about it over the years! The fact that my blog title runs the length of my back windshield also clues people in -- don't bother inviting me. (As a side note, I had several people -- usually women who struggle with infertility -- tell me over the years how they wish they could ban themselves from baby showers, too.)
I've always liked writing and my husband has bugged me for years to write a book. He said the title should be "Banned From Baby Showers." He's so funny and clever. We laughed over it, and when I decided to write a blog, "Banned From Baby Showers" became the title. This is my book! I've been writing this blog for almost 3 1/2 years now.
So, when I talk about "Banned From Baby Shower moments," I'm referring to those experiences with your friends, family, or co-workers over childbirth. The ones where you have to make a decision about whether to give information, or just walk away from the conversation to avoid a fight.
I do continue to have Banned From Baby Shower moments, but they are far fewer these days. I write this blog and I say whatever is on my mind. If you don't like it, don't read it! This is the one place I let it all hang out. Deep down, however, I hope something strikes a chord within you that maybe you can have your baby without drugs. Like I said in my "About Me," I hope reading my blog changes your life.
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If you'll indulge me in a little story telling, I'll tell you just how the name came about.
I have been a Natural Childbirth Educator since 2003. I had my first baby with an epidural in 1996, followed up with a fabulous unmedicated birth in 1999. I have had 2 more unmediated births since then. My message to all women? You can do this! Don't be afraid! Birth is transformative. You are strong!
I found myself at playgroups and church telling every pregnant woman why she should have an unmedicated birth and seek out midwifery care. It's an amazing experience that you only experience so many times in life. Don't miss out on it!
By 2003, I had to do something with this knowledge and excitement for natural birth. I got certified to teach classes and have taught over 300 couples since. I love my "job."
In early 2006, I attended a baby shower with some women from church that I barely knew. I had only lived here for about seven months. Several of us seriously got into it. It was ugly. It was all about inductions and trusting your doctor. We fought over being informed or, in my eyes, remaining ignorant. Seriously -- ugly.
The rest of the day was yucky. I knew I had not accomplished anything but alienate this group of women. I called several of them before going to church the next day to apologize. Awkward.
After that experience, I told my husband that I could never put myself in that situation again. Teaching to people who want the information would be my only "outlet." Most people know what I do professionally. If they want information, they can come ask me.
I simply find it impossible to sit and listen to a group of ill or mis-informed women talk about pregnancy, labor, or birth and not say anything. Laughing about inductions and c-sections and how necessary they are is not my idea of fun. Most baby showers make a mockery of this sacred event.
So I stopped attending baby showers. Word spread pretty quickly, and the story of that famous baby shower must have also spread, as few people have questioned me about it over the years! The fact that my blog title runs the length of my back windshield also clues people in -- don't bother inviting me. (As a side note, I had several people -- usually women who struggle with infertility -- tell me over the years how they wish they could ban themselves from baby showers, too.)
I've always liked writing and my husband has bugged me for years to write a book. He said the title should be "Banned From Baby Showers." He's so funny and clever. We laughed over it, and when I decided to write a blog, "Banned From Baby Showers" became the title. This is my book! I've been writing this blog for almost 3 1/2 years now.
So, when I talk about "Banned From Baby Shower moments," I'm referring to those experiences with your friends, family, or co-workers over childbirth. The ones where you have to make a decision about whether to give information, or just walk away from the conversation to avoid a fight.
I do continue to have Banned From Baby Shower moments, but they are far fewer these days. I write this blog and I say whatever is on my mind. If you don't like it, don't read it! This is the one place I let it all hang out. Deep down, however, I hope something strikes a chord within you that maybe you can have your baby without drugs. Like I said in my "About Me," I hope reading my blog changes your life.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 12
Handmade gifts
On the off chance one has a little bit of time on their hands in the last month of the year they can always get crafty.
Here we have mouse candy canes made out of felt, with a pom pom nose & googly eyes. With, of course, a candy cane tail.
One of the canes broke so I gave it to the kids. I asked what they thought they tasted like. Isaiah replies "mouse tails".
I feel unwell today. To top it off I had a toddler up half the night for no reason making my sleep short, light and broken. I feel wrecked. The toddler is over-tired and cranky & so is the sister who was woken up several times in the night.
They were screaming over a dolls pram from the moment they got out of bed to the moment I hoicked it out the front door stating if anyone gets that pram they will be in big trouble. Fighting is over!!
The older kids got breakfast happening for the little kids, changed a nappy, and have been entertaining the little-r kids.
Yep, that's how unwell I feel. Hopefully with time & rest I'll be back to normal.
The other day I allowed Amalia to wrap up a gift. She did well. Loads of sticky tape and strange folding/scrunching of paper.
I might get Isaiah to wrap some more today if he's up for the challenge.
Anyway there's rest to be had, children to be watched and cuddled to have...
Remain Blessed xx
Saturday, December 10, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 11
The build up to Christmas.
I've noticed around me the rush and build up of end of year stuff + Christmas has gotten some parents wound up along with ratty kids.
My kids havnt changed. They still go to bed & muck around according to how tired they are, they still have their regular outbursts, they still smother me with affection and kisses.
I remember as a child the end of year burdens. Mum had two Dec born kids & a first of Jan born Hubby. Plus yearly bills. It was a financially burdensome time of year. It took its toll.
Having a Nov born son + Dec born daughter + me + Mik bro, all around Christmas time began taking its toll on me. Stressful financially.
I decided to change that way of thinking/believing/being by changing my attitude & the way we will do Christmas. This year I added in the advent calender with special activities each day. It's been really cool.
Tonight we are headed for carols at a park.
For me to remember:
Yesterday, I went to work for near 8 hours at speedway doing catering. It was good, hard work. I came home smelling like hot oil & chips. As I was driving out of the driveway I looked back to the house to see two distraught red-faced crying/screaming children & could still hear my baby crying. What a way to leave. They didn't want me to go. Some wanted to come with me. I said no.
Michael said they were fine. A little clingy but they were okay. Bubba drank 60mls of milk!!! That's progress from her most being 20mls over 5 hours. She seriously hates the bottle. She also ate a heap of food. Michael said he went to the toilet, came back and Amalia was giving Avigail her bottle. So that's how you do it. Get a 3yr old to feed the baby.
Michael told me he was proud of me for going to work. That was super sweet of him & meant alot to me.
I think I worked once when I was pregnant with our first for two days (voting stuff) and the rest has been in-house work. So it is definitely a giant leap for me. I survived.
I am keen to rest at home but the kids were begging to go to kids church. Looks like I have to get up. I can hear them in the kitchen making cheese toasties. Isaiah is barking orders at the two middle kids. He sounds like his mother.
Anyway, that's today.
Friday, December 9, 2011
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 10
The bible from the begining talks about needing to be redeemed from the things we do wrong (sin). The first sin on earth was when Eve & Adam at the fruit off the tree of knowledge of good & evil. For this sin an animal had to die. Blood was needed to cover the sin. Interesting to note is this was the first killing and animal dead recorded in the bible.
God then instructs a variety of offerings where animals were killed and blood was shed. He says he could smell the sweet aroma of an offering that was done with a genuine heart, but those that did so out of physical action and not sincere of heart he detested (Cain & Abel).
This is how God required of people as an apology for what they did against God. It made them right before the eyes of God.
Jesus was born, lived, taught, preached, performed miracles and then was put on a cross to die. He rose again 3 days later. It is this action that changed what we need to do to become right with God. The bible says to believe in our hearts and confess with our mouth that Jesus is Lord to become saved. Jesus was that animal sacrifice or offering to make us right before God.
It would be like... Your kid does something wrong, so their punishment is time out. One day someone else comes and does the time out and what needs to be done is the naughty child needs to apologise and ask for forgiveness.
Many years ago I did this. No one taught me how, or told me I needed to. That was how and what makes me a 'Christian'. It's not that I rock up to a man-made building where 'church' is held every now and then, or that I was baptised. It's that on the inside I asked God to forgive me for the things I had done against him. I asked that Jesus would come and live inside of me and he did. I was changed from that point on. I felt love for the first time ever on the inside of me. I saw the world through new eyes. It's my chosen lifestyle and I wouldn't want to be without my God.
I think the interesting part is that I am not perfect, I still need to seek/ask to be forgiven. But i know that I am special to God. And so are you..
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 6
Remembrance.
Yesterday I posted something about me not being into Christmas much on the basis the bible doesn't actually instruct us to celebrate Jesus Birth.
The bible does instruct us to remember His Death & Resurrection.
1 Corinthians 11:23+
The Lord Jesus on the night he was betrayed, took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, "this is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me."
In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, "this cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me."
For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes.
So, this instruction took place at the last supper, Jesus final passover before he was nailed to the cross for the sins of the world.
I don't believe you need to be in a church building, or have preaching, or anything super spiritual to take the bread & the wine in remembrance of Him. In secret, in your own home, prepared by your own hands is suitable - do it in remembrance of Him.
That is more what I am into.
Today, we received our new kitten. He's 6 weeks old and super cute. We are also kitty-sitting for the day. Which is great given the children all want to hold, pat & squish it.
We've taken 'The Lord's Supper' in remembrance of Him.
We've been playing with 'babies' (dolls).
I've been cleaning, shredding & decluttering. Reading, writing & watching. Feeding, cuddling & growling.
Plans for the rest of the day include: school work, cleaning & going through Isaiah's school work to build his portfolio for the year. More shredding.
I might get a disc burnt of our 2009 photos to print & put into albums.
That's enough for one day I think.
Love & Blessings
Xx
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 9
The gift of giving.
The children and I went gift shopping. What mayhem!! I had my list of who to buy for with barely an idea of what to get. The toy store was jam packed with people and me going in added 7 more. 4 kids & 2 shopping helpers. I can't say it was a peaceful, exciting experience. Trying to rush myself and seeing so much options and so much rubbish junk toys. I got a few things and left.
What did I learn? Start earlier than Dec when purchasing for 27 people. I'd rather catalogue shop I think. Tips for next year.
I managed, surviving several stores with all the kids and two helpers. The helpers were great, the kids not so. You get that.
I have two of mine to shop for and two more gifts plus 3 men (tips please!!!!!!) To get, then I'm fully done.
Which brings me to the gift of giving. When we give to those in need we should do so without the expectation of receiving something in return. Christmas gifts are often bought, not out of love, honour or respect but out of duty. It's expected. You buy because they are on the family list. I hear it all the time.
Personally I would prefer a gift given to me out of love and care or cos I was thought of than because I'm on 'the Christmas list'.
Years ago, I heard a story of a woman who hated her sister-in-law claiming she was never thankful for what she received. In spite this woman gave the sister-in-law a 'cow dung' as part of a tear thing (gift gets given to someone in another country and you get a special card to give to someone). Stating (not to sis-in-law face) that was what she thought of her.
On Christmas day the woman hands over an envelope to the sister-in-law. No doubt she was smug and gleeful inwardly. The sister-in-law opens the envelope to discover she'd received poop. Do you think she was thankful? Nope! No way! Fights broke lose.
I believe that is how things can be internally with people during Christmas time. Giving gifts because they are on a list, not because of love, care, honour or the decency of a truthful & meaningful relationship. It's sad that is the way things are.but it is often true.
The gift that "christmas" is all about is your free salvation from God. The bible says "he who believes in their heart and confesses with their mouth Jesus is Lord shall be saved"
The Salvation came through Jesus death & resurrection.
So, as you continue to do your gift buying & wrapping & giving, attempt at least to do so out of love than from a list.
Big Votes Coming to Christina - Next Board Meeting 12/13
http://www.christina.k12.de.us/BOE/Meetings/2011/Posting-Agenda/1213.pdf
From the Official Christina SBOE Posting:
ACTION ITEMS
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From the Official Christina SBOE Posting:
ACTION ITEMS
- Student Expulsion Recommendation(s)
- Administrative Personnel Recommendations
- Updated Use Of Facilities Application Form And Rates
- Proposed Changes to 2011-2012 Christina School District School Calendar
- Consulting Services for Development of School District Management Analysis –
- Amendment #1 to District Race To The Top Plan – Includes Amendment #2 for Partnership Zone Plans for Glasgow High and Stubbs Elementary
- Amendment #2 To District Race To The Top Plan
- Plan and Memorandum of Understanding Between the Christina School District and the Christina Education Association with Regards to the Partnership Zone Plan for Bancroft Elementary School
- Personnel Recommendations
- Monthly Financial Reports – September 2011
- Choice Recommendation 2011-2012
- Choice Termination Recommendation 2011-2012
- Bid Awards: Bid #2011-10 Bancroft Elementary School – Skylight Replacement
- Resolutions on Upcoming Meetings: Executive Session Meeting, January 10, 2012, 6:00 PM, West Park Place Elementary School, Regular Session Meeting, January 10, 2012, 7:30 PM, West Park Place Elementary School, Special Session Meeting for BoardDocs Training, January 20, 2012, 6:00-7:00 PM, Location To Be Determined
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Common Sense reigns, and why Zero Tolerance was destined to FAIL!
Outrage poured across the /internet once reports of a 9-year-old receiving a two-day suspension for calling a teacher "cute" surfaced, but now it appears he's receiving some justice, WBTV reports.
"We will be sending an official letter of apology to the parents," Gaston County Schools Spokesperson Bonnie Reidy told the station. "Also the suspension will not count against the child and the child will receive additional instructional assistance to make up for the time out of the classroom."
Principal Jerry Bostic, who determined the boy's alleged comment was sexual harassment, has also resigned, according to the report. -- http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/12/07/9-year-olds-suspension-fo_n_1135242.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmain5%7Cdl1%7Csec3_lnk3%7C118730
25 days of Christmas 2011 - day 7&8
I forgot to post. Whoops.
We got ourselves a new kitty on Tuesday, naming him Jonah because he might run away. He's 6 weeks old and a little bit cute.
Yesterday we hung at home, did regular house jobs, kids went with their nana for the afternoon, Isaiah had teeball which didn't happen.
As a family we had take out for tea watching the coast line & then went for a drive around the tourist loop. It was an enjoyable evening.
Today I had to do some of the errands I didn't do yesterday. I was out from 10 til 5. That's a long day and I still didn't do my errands.
We had lunch at our fave hang out then an unplanned visit at the museum. I hadn't seen a lot of that stuff for a long time so it was fun to see. I am amazed at how large the inside is and how much stuff was inside. I saw 2000yr old coins found in Palestine. I think they were Roman? They were very small but when seen under a magnifying glass you could see the detail better.
Isaiah liked the boat best but played on the train with his new friend Callum the most.
We will definitely be going back several times over the next few years for educational purposes.
We've been reading special stories for our advent calender.
Avigail's hand is healing & looking well. I'm so pleased. She's not ready to not have a bandage on and does not appreciate the bandage changes that happen every two days. She hasn't been on pain killers daily like I got the impression she would be. Three days was it so I'm relieved that its not painful for her. She's so brave.
Soon the children are going to bed and 'the parents' will have a child-free evening together.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Not Just Another Induction Post
You might remember me posting on my Banned From Baby Showers Facebook page about a mom who had been declared "high risk" due to "maternal age." She is 35 years old. Her OB had also told her that her amniotic fluids levels were low. At about 37 or 38 weeks, she recommended induction. My student declined induction and I'd just like to take a moment to relay to you what the "Treatment Declination" form said:
Our records indicate that you have declined medical induction.
The medical induction was indicated for the following reasons:
1. Maternal age
2. High risk pregnancy
You have also been informed of the risk of declining said treatment/procedure, including fetal death, worsening maternal condition, irreversible neurologic (brain) fetal damage resulting in cerebral palsy, mental retardation, developmental delay and motor skills delay. You are also aware increased cesarean section risks and increased risk of poor fetal or maternal outcome.
By signing below you have indicated that you completely understand the risk of delaying or declining the above procedure and willingly have decided to do so.
From the beginning of classes, I had told her she had some other (great) options in the Ft. Worth area. Thanks to several of your comments on the Facebook page, she realized that she likely was not really high risk, and decided to go ahead and switch care providers. It was 39.3 weeks when she transferred to the UNT Midwives. Her charts had lots of doomsday stuff in it and the midwives recommended that she visit with their perinatologist. He commended her for declining the induction and told her there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, her baby, or her pregnancy! She had a fabulous unmedicated birth 4 days later!
I've had some overseas births (France and Switzerland) in the last couple of months who were really pushed into using pitocin too. One of them ended up not having it, but the other one did. The nurses were very aggressive in wanting to keep upping the dosage and the mom was barely on top of things as it was. She was dilating very quickly, but for some reason, the nurse wanted her baby to just fall out, I guess. It made for a very difficult labor for her. Afterwards, she hemorrhaged and battled dizziness for hours. The very quick labor really took a toll on her. Had they not pushed pitocin on her the way they did, she could have enjoyed her labor instead of gripping the rails, so to speak.
In 8 1/2 years of teaching, I've never had a baby die until recently. The mom was pressured into induction (those declination forms are really scaring) and had a uterine rupture due to "misuse of pitocin." The OB was extremely negligent and went in with a vacuum to try to get the baby out. The mom was only 9 centimeters. After 3 hours from the beginning of the rupture, they went to a code-red emergency c-section. The baby was flown to an out-of-state hospital where he received "head cooling" for the brain damage and hematoma from the vacuum attempts. The baby had such severe brain damage, after many tests, the parents were told the baby would not survive. He lived 18 days. They buried their sweet baby on November 1. To make matters worse, this mom had to go back in for surgery because they left 4 centimeters of placenta and membrane inside the uterus. She is understandably completely devastated. I sincerely hope she knows this is not her fault. This is the fault of her OB who pressured her into the induction and then went about it negligently. My heart goes out to her and her family. I am so very sorry they are living this tragedy.
As an Educator, I have gone through many emotions this weekend as I learned what happened to this couple and their baby. Women are being scared into induction -- being told it is the safe thing to do. Declining the induction is the unsafe route. Are these parents being told about the risks of the induction themselves? Never!
Did you know that a woman who is VBACing has the same risk of rupture as a woman who is being induced with pitocin, having never had a c-section? The women who are asking for VBACs are being told it's too dangerous -- they might rupture and kill their babies. But we NEVER hear of women being told about the risk of rupture when they are induced with pitocin. Never. Both carry a risk of less than 1%. Did you notice in the Treatment Declination form that it said that by declining induction, you were risking a cesarean section? I love that. When a woman is induced, she is twice as likely to have a cesarean than if she starts labor on her own.
Shame on these doctors for leading women to believe that induction is harmless. As birth advocates, we must stand up and be loud about the risks of induction! Risks to moms and risks to babies. These babies deserve their time to grow inside the uterus and not be forced out. They will let us know when they are ready to be born.
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Our records indicate that you have declined medical induction.
The medical induction was indicated for the following reasons:
1. Maternal age
2. High risk pregnancy
You have also been informed of the risk of declining said treatment/procedure, including fetal death, worsening maternal condition, irreversible neurologic (brain) fetal damage resulting in cerebral palsy, mental retardation, developmental delay and motor skills delay. You are also aware increased cesarean section risks and increased risk of poor fetal or maternal outcome.
By signing below you have indicated that you completely understand the risk of delaying or declining the above procedure and willingly have decided to do so.
From the beginning of classes, I had told her she had some other (great) options in the Ft. Worth area. Thanks to several of your comments on the Facebook page, she realized that she likely was not really high risk, and decided to go ahead and switch care providers. It was 39.3 weeks when she transferred to the UNT Midwives. Her charts had lots of doomsday stuff in it and the midwives recommended that she visit with their perinatologist. He commended her for declining the induction and told her there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, her baby, or her pregnancy! She had a fabulous unmedicated birth 4 days later!
I've had some overseas births (France and Switzerland) in the last couple of months who were really pushed into using pitocin too. One of them ended up not having it, but the other one did. The nurses were very aggressive in wanting to keep upping the dosage and the mom was barely on top of things as it was. She was dilating very quickly, but for some reason, the nurse wanted her baby to just fall out, I guess. It made for a very difficult labor for her. Afterwards, she hemorrhaged and battled dizziness for hours. The very quick labor really took a toll on her. Had they not pushed pitocin on her the way they did, she could have enjoyed her labor instead of gripping the rails, so to speak.
In 8 1/2 years of teaching, I've never had a baby die until recently. The mom was pressured into induction (those declination forms are really scaring) and had a uterine rupture due to "misuse of pitocin." The OB was extremely negligent and went in with a vacuum to try to get the baby out. The mom was only 9 centimeters. After 3 hours from the beginning of the rupture, they went to a code-red emergency c-section. The baby was flown to an out-of-state hospital where he received "head cooling" for the brain damage and hematoma from the vacuum attempts. The baby had such severe brain damage, after many tests, the parents were told the baby would not survive. He lived 18 days. They buried their sweet baby on November 1. To make matters worse, this mom had to go back in for surgery because they left 4 centimeters of placenta and membrane inside the uterus. She is understandably completely devastated. I sincerely hope she knows this is not her fault. This is the fault of her OB who pressured her into the induction and then went about it negligently. My heart goes out to her and her family. I am so very sorry they are living this tragedy.
As an Educator, I have gone through many emotions this weekend as I learned what happened to this couple and their baby. Women are being scared into induction -- being told it is the safe thing to do. Declining the induction is the unsafe route. Are these parents being told about the risks of the induction themselves? Never!
Did you know that a woman who is VBACing has the same risk of rupture as a woman who is being induced with pitocin, having never had a c-section? The women who are asking for VBACs are being told it's too dangerous -- they might rupture and kill their babies. But we NEVER hear of women being told about the risk of rupture when they are induced with pitocin. Never. Both carry a risk of less than 1%. Did you notice in the Treatment Declination form that it said that by declining induction, you were risking a cesarean section? I love that. When a woman is induced, she is twice as likely to have a cesarean than if she starts labor on her own.
Shame on these doctors for leading women to believe that induction is harmless. As birth advocates, we must stand up and be loud about the risks of induction! Risks to moms and risks to babies. These babies deserve their time to grow inside the uterus and not be forced out. They will let us know when they are ready to be born.
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