Reformed Grits


What scares her….
December 4, 2008, 11:05 am
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Whenever Bee and I go to the store she is on the look out for the scary hand.  She doesn't like the scary hand and whimpers when we pass it.  I tell her it's not scary but she's scared nonetheless. 
Brace yourselves… for the scary hand….



“God” complex
October 6, 2008, 5:14 pm
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The kids have been teaching Bee to answer questions such as:
"What's your name?" 
"Bee!"

"How old are you?" 
"I'm TWOOOOO!" 

And they hoot 'n holler and get all excited when she does it right. 

I, however, have been teaching, er, TRYING to teach her to answer her catechism questions.

"Who made you?"
"GOD!"

"What else did God make?"
"AALLLLLL things!" 

Well, today she got a little confused.  We were walking along when I asked her, "What's your name?" and she answered…

"I'm GOD!" 

Back to the drawing board…



In the morning…
September 27, 2008, 11:09 pm
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10 years ago tomorrow I gave birth to a 9 lb 9 oz baby boy, my 3rd-born child, JD. 

It sounds so simple and tidy when you put it like that, doesn't it. 

I'd tell you the whole story, but it's long and depressing so I'll just sum it up for you:  everything surrounding his birth, before and after, was not simple.  During my pregnancy with him I was extremely depressed.   Like, certifiable.  And I didn't know what was wrong with me– I just thought life was that bad.  I never slept until about 3 or 4 AM even though I was exhausted, and no meds I was given worked for me.   It was so hopeless feeling. 
JD was 12 days late.  I honestly in my insanity, had truly convinced myself that I would be pregnant forever.  I was miserable.  Everything hurt. 
When I finally did go in to labor with him and got to the hospital, they wouldn't give me my epidural until I was already 9 cm.  That is to say, at 9 cm they called for it.  And the first one didn't work and they had to completely do another one.  Strangely I had TIME for all these epidurals because he refused to come down, even after I was 10 cm.   Have I mentioned I'm a wuss?  I don't like pain and freak out when it comes.  Why would they not give me an epidural just because he was high?  Huh?  That makes no sense?  Why?  Why?  WHY?  I screamed at the top of my lungs, calling out for the doctor to HELP ME.  I was totally out of control, for probably about 4 of the 10 or so hours I was in labor.  I cried and screamed and begged my poor husband to help me.  Or kill me.  I didn't care.  I honestly felt very traumatized.  I know:  I'm admittedly a wuss.  I already confessed that.
And then he was born.  He was enormous.  Have you met me?  I'm like 5'3" and, well, I weigh what I weighed in high school– I'm not big.  I was tore up one side and cut up the other.  My doctor's words when he saw JD's head come out were, "This kid has more chins than a Chinese phone book!" 
One more "bad thing" was that when he was 5 weeks old, I got mastitis… and then meningitis.  Two of the three most painful things you could ever get (and I got the 3rd a few years later:  kidney stones.)  I had this (relatively) tiny baby that I had to leave with my in-laws as I sat in a hospital-pumping and dumping– doped up on every kind of painkiller, antibiotic, and even anti-fungals known to man.  (They couldn't tell what kind of meningitis I had.)  Did I mention it was horribly terribly painful?  Worse than kidney stones, I'm thinking, because it's in your head and you can't move and it's horrible.  And you have to have spinal taps.  And MRI's and stuff.  I think– I can't remember.  Did I mention I hate pain?  I'm kind of a baby.  Ok, I know; I said that already.  I feel the need to go suck my thumb after talking about all this. 

But if all that is what it takes to get my JD, I'd SO do it twice or thrice again.  That baby– oh sweet mercy.  He was so lovey and squishy and cuddly and delicious.  Oh my word, he was nummy and wonderful.  A delight and a joy.  He is very different from his brothers– more of a creative type personality.  A people person.  An early talker… and has not stopped.  He is sensitive to what others are thinking and feeling.  His vivid imagination outstripped his maturity when he was younger, making for nightmares, fears of being separated from his parents by death, and night terrors.  (shiver) 

Our JD is at the cusp of being a tweenager– no longer a little boy, but not yet a teen.  I'm so very grateful for him and his yummyness.  He is still lovey and intuitive.  Painful things have hurt him deeply– the loss of a big friend who babied him when he was little; the death of the baby he loved and planned and prayed for; the cancer of the mom of a friend– but I pray that as he matures God uses these things in his life not to make him hard, but to make him even more tender.  He's a very special child, my JD. 

God has some great and amazing plans for you, my child.  Nothing about you has ever been simple or tidy.  Sorrows endure but for the night, but JOY comes in the morning.  Bless you, my squishy lovey son!  And happy, happy birthday.



So far so good…
September 12, 2008, 10:35 pm
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The Bee went down early– about 7:20 with Sugie– in her big girl bed.  She was happy and acted like it was no big deal although novel.  We prayed, sang, kissed, and out went the lights. 

And that was that. 

She never got up.  I heard them talking quietly for a couple of minutes but when I checked about 20 minutes later she was barely awake but acknowledged me as if to say, "Go away.  I was almost asleep!" 

The true test is always how the nap goes the next day… we shall see.  She has always napped in a pack 'n play in my closet– cool, dark, and quiet in the back of the house.  This will be a totally new experience for her….



She loves me… I think?
September 4, 2008, 7:39 pm
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As I was cooking dinner tonight, 5 year old Sugie said, "Mommy, I love you more than Satan." 

That's nice, dear. 



I heart my kids’ education!
August 26, 2008, 10:09 pm
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We were driving home from a late, rainy soccer practice tonight.  Mr. Grits had late class and so I was responsible for taking Jojo… and everyone else too.  We were tired and listening to some country station and the song "I Saw God Today" was on.

My 13 year old 8th grade son turned to me and said, "So, is he just referring to 'general revelation?'"

I smiled to myself as I realized I'd never even HEARD that term until Mr. Grits was in seminary!  I love the education my kids are getting!



Funny stuff
July 16, 2008, 10:58 pm
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Two funny things for ya…

Yesterday I’d been drinking a diet Pepsi and was in the kitchen when I felt an enormous upper gastric air pocket begging permission to escape.  So with a lclosed mouth, did a ginormous “bear growl” burp that would have been legendary if I’d pushed him out.  Poo evidently had walked up behind me during this time and said, “WHOA MOM!”  And like a very lady-like mom, I denied it.  “What?  Oh I’d NEVER!”  to which he replied, “Mom that was so huge I think the end of South America just broke off… you know, the little tip?” 

heh heh heh.  If only my children knew what I was capable…

Second thing, tonight I was running around getting the oldest 2 ready to go to youth group stuff and I was getting dinner on the table, which, by the way I have GOT to share this recipe with you– it has LEEKS in it.  And it’s delicious.  And I got it from Wilma in Scotland.  (HI WILMA!)  Anyway, in my rush I ignored the fact that the baby had stripped her diaper off and so I just put her in her seat and gave her her dinner.  Not two minutes later, Sister said, “SHE’S PEEING!!!”  We had a good laugh, and as I sopped up the mess I quipped, “Well, when I said we were having LEEKS for dinner, this was NOT what I had in mind!” 

Ba-dum-bum… 
(Get it?  Leeks?  Leaks?  har har har  I suppose it’s not funny when you have to explain it….)