Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Monday, October 27, 2014

Monday Miscellany


1. Hubs is our favorite man in the whole world. And he's forbidden me to make any special mention of how thankful we are for his life…on this day in particular.  Let's just say we've had a pan of brownies, a cake and some ice cream this weekend. Please do not write to him.  He'll know I told you.


2. This weekend, in honor of hubs, we had a serious round of Ticket to Ride, some crazy good brownies and ice cream, and our amazingly generous friends gave yet another hand-me-down i-phone to our family. Hubs was more than a little excited. Who does that? Nagels, we love you.

3. I had a dialogue with my doctor (which she initiated) today during which she advised me on proper protocol should I give birth while in an airplane. Sometimes I seriously wish my life did not necessitate conversations like that.


4. On my way home from the doctor I was trying to avoid a ticket by slamming on my breaks at a stop light. The green light was blinking and the traffic was so thick I knew I wouldn't make it through the intersection before it changed. I was "camera-tagged" by a police officer in a very asian manner for stopping in the crosswalk.  I felt it was entirely unjust.  I then rolled down my window and proceeded to argue with him in a foreign tongue about the injustice, inconsistencies and illogical patterns of asian traffic ticketing. I wish I really knew all those words in this language.  It probably came out…"why you camera me??" In the end, he just looked exasperated and walked away. As I drove away, culture stress got the better of me and I took photos of him on my phone to send to the local paper with a complaint in English. Do not follow my example, friends.



5. I saw this post on leaf craftery this weekend (thanks to Katharine on FB:) and we not only made a pretty rockin' leaf mobile for the porch, but a puppy hat for the little man.


6. My friend, Lee, is one of my favorite writers.  Even as a mom of boys, I loved her post When You Want Your Daughter To Know Who She Is.

When we get to know who we are, it is inexplicable apart from who He is. He hems us in, behind and before. When we get to know God, He is inexplicable from the man Christ Jesus. History met Christ through His body. God incarnate came and took on flesh. Now, if He dwells in us, our bodies are His temples. I want my children to know who they are. I want to know who I am. I want us to find out who God is, what He says about us, and what He says about Himself. Then I pray we have the courage to agree with it.

Happy Monday to you!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Life is a highway...

Silas is obsessed with the movie Cars.  His Lightening McQueen shirt is almost in threads. He weeps if Mater is not on his underoos.  Naturally, his favorite tune is Life Is A Highway.  And he sings it with gusto. 


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The kid's got flare. 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Freeing Willy

So maybe I had the boys free our fish in the lake today. He'd seen 7 of his companions bite the dust, and he just kept on swimming. The guy's a fighter. 




I admit that Jude took one look at the lake, covered in plants and trash and said " Dad, that fish is gonna die" 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

on acceptance

The past few months have not been all I had imagined.  The length and severity of the sickness accompanying this pregnancy caught me off guard.  I have needed a lot of help from my husband.  My children have watched a good bit more television than I would have liked.  We've eaten quite a bit more take out than usual. I have needed to pull back a lot just to maintain our house.  And finally, there was a giving in to much heavier medication than I wanted to take.

Somewhere in the midst of another morning in bed, I remember a moment when my heart breathed acceptance.  I could not control the spiral.  The options became complaint or acceptance.

It was not laziness motivating me to stay in bed each morning, but necessity. The guilt that kept creeping in on my heart and attacking my lack of productivity could not stand when I accepted that it was the Father's hand bringing this season. It was a rock for me to return to when my thoughts were wild with all I was not doing. It brought more peace and rest in even receiving help.  My days have become much quieter.  My time outside of these walls fairly limited.  My body needed rest.  And it would not let me have it any other way.

This season is moving forward.

My nausea is slowly fading.  My energy is gradually returning.

In hindsight, that moment of acceptance was one of the sweetest I've experienced.  It was a sort of casting myself upon the sovereignty of the Father, knowing that He made my body and He is making this new little body growing inside of me.  His purposes are not to be thwarted.

I am grateful for these quiet days.

His will toward me is good. 

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Never

Never assume you will be able to get an Asian tent back in the case. Lesson learned. 



Friday, October 10, 2014

From the rickshaw







Sometimes I feel like my eyes will get bored when we live in America again. 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Yum



Made this goodness tonight even though hubs is away. I just couldn't overcome the craving for some chicken pot pie! A friend here sent me the ingredient list...we're not too specific around here with measurements. It was perfect though! 

The crust is 1cup flour plus a little salt and baking powder and soda, 1/2 cup of melted butter, 1 cup milk. Mix and pour over the top of your filling of choice. 

Perfect fall night! 

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

At 18 Weeks

The blog hasn't exactly been my first priority lately.  The primary reason is this little life that seems to be taking up most of my excess energy.  This has been my toughest pregnancy, by far.  (Or I've just really forgotten how hard this is!) I'm chalking it up to my old age and these two little boys who aren't so good at resting these day:) Here are a few things I will probably forget if I don't write them here:

Morning-Noon-Night Sickness 

It's still going strong.  Hopefully, I'll see a break in the next week or two. Though I seem to keep saying that.  I've been on medicine for the past week and  a half because I really just couldn't take it any more. Even the medicine is getting weary though and I seem to be building up some sort of resistance to it.

Here's the weirdest part: both times I've flown out of our country, the sickness has disappeared.  When we were in Thailand I made an emergency appointment for an ultrasound because overnight my nausea vanished.  The change was so drastic I felt sure something had gone terribly wrong. All was well. The night we flew back in, I was literally throwing up within 5 minutes of walking back into my apartment. When I went to the US, I wasn't sick once.  Nauseous here and there but completely manageable.  After my return, I was in bed for 3 days with uncontrollable nausea and worse. And it's still going, only milder. That's weird, people.  It's weird.  It's like this baby is allergic to South Asia.

Let's just say I've been wearing my moo-moo more than usual these days.

The Big Brothers

They are delighted….kissing my stomach and all sorts of cuteness like that.  Jude wants a boy so I'll be the only girl in the family.  I really cannot even imagine. He's voting for the name Ayan, his favorite classmate as school.  Aarashi is his pick on the girl names.  Somehow, neither name is really on our list.

Silas loves talking about the baby and we've seen a surge in random-baby interest.  I'm not sure he's totally getting this quite yet:)

The Double News

Have I mentioned that my sister is due 4 days before me? Yes. She. IS!!!!  I can hardly express what a sweet gift from God that is.  And yes, I will deliver in the US…hopefully in the same hospital and preferably on the same day, though preferably not in the same room, haha.


Gender Predictions

There are serious statues against finding out the gender in our country.  It's a policy I completely agree with in light of the history of female abortions due to cultural traditions. Before every ultrasound I have to sign a document stating that I will not even ask to know the gender.

I admit though that I am making an appointment for the day after my return to the US.  I'm not big on surprises! While the odds aren't exactly in my favor, I am not convinced this is a boy.  I felt quite certain with both Jude and Silas…and I was right.  This time, I think it's a girl.  I heartily acknowledge though that my intuition could be too mingled with hope at this point to bear much weight.  Of course, I would indeed love a girl.  But I do think I might be more of a boy mom by nature anyways.  We will certainly be happy with either. I have decided to refer to this little one in the gender neutral female "she" until the ultrasound though as a sort of intercession:)

Here I am…in all my lovely pregnancy glory.



Can't wait to meet this little one!