Quirktastic

Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is put on a pair of shoes. Not slippers, or “house shoes” as I would call them if I was OLD, but real shoes. Crocs, as a matter of fact, my Malindi’s or Olivia’s usually. I leave them next to my bed when I take them off at night so I can put them right back on in the morning. You see, being pregnant flattened out my feet, and it hurts them to go barefoot. So as soon as they hit the floor, they hit my shoes! As a matter of fact, I am currently rocking these shoes (which Bobby got me for our last anniversary, cause he knows what I likes):

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With polka-dot pajama pants I’ve had since college and a giant sweatshirt Bobby’s parents gave me the first Christmas we were dating (it’s definitely “vintage”.)

We all have our little quirks, things that we do that make us in a small way, radically different from everyone else we know. It’s fun for me to see these quirks develop in my kids. Sophie, for instance, cannot stand to have her feet covered by blankets. She always has to have them sticking out of the covers. Joshua has to have his socks pulled up all the way, as far as they will possibly go, or he cannot bear to get on with his day.

(Hmm. I just realized we all have foot-related quirks!)

I’m getting to the age where I can actually start appreciating my quirks. I mean the fact that I have to sleep with white noise like an infant and have a glass of chocolate milk with Hershey’s syrup first thing every morning are just some things that make me me.

So tell me, what makes you or your kids Quirktastic?

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The Hard Stories

This weekend, for the second year in a row, I attended the Hearts at Home conference in Grand Rapids, MI. I loved it last year and was super-excited to go again this year and get encouraged. Hearts at Home exists to encourage moms, specifically stay-at-homers, but I want to emphasize that I felt both times I attended the conference that there was nothing I heard that couldn’t be applied to work-outside-the-home moms, single moms, ALL moms! It was once again, amazing. I loved it even more this year than last year. Although, it should be noted, that miraculously, I cried a lot less than I did last year. 🙂

Throughout the next few weeks I will probably be sharing some more of what I learned from the great speakers I heard – especially Dr. Kevin Leman, author of the Birth Order Book, and my new FAVORITE book ever, Have a New Kid by Friday.

But what I want to share first (and quickly) are a couple of phrases spoken in a keynote given by the founder of Hearts at Home, Jill Savage. These words really stuck with me. She said that we are moms need to share our HARD stories with each other. That everyone loves to hear the cute, funny, stories about how your kid can turn his ear inside out, but what’s important to share are the experiences where you screw up as a mom, or get depressed, or have a giant housekeeping FAIL. Because everyone has these experiences, but we can’t learn from them if we’re too scared to talk about them, too concerned with keeping up appearances, with meeting a certain standard, that we keep it all stuffed inside.

Another thing she said that rings sooo true, is that we will never learn from each other as moms if we can’t stop judging each other. I know it’s hard. I have struggled with it in the past. But I believe there is no winner in the Mommy Wars. Let’s just encourage each other to be the BEST moms we can be, in the way that we feel is right for our families.

Lastly, something I took away with me last year, that was reiterated again this year, is that I am not alone in motherhood and I was not meant to take this journey alone. And I am not talking about having a husband or not, I am talking about walking with God. God gave me these children, and he will partner with me in raising them! And even if there is a “hard story” that I can’t bear to share with anyone else, he knows it. And if I let him, he will get in the down & dirty middle of it with me.

So let’s get real! Call up a friend, tell her your “hard story”. Tell it here in the comments. But TELL it. Let’s learn from each other!

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Sleepdate

As I mentioned the other day, I’ve had a rough month. I am still getting over the virus from hell. Yesterday I was starting to feel human again but then this morning I woke up with my nose full of snot and a giant headache so who knows? Maybe I’ll just have it for the rest of my life! Anyhoo, I realized that in the midst of my giant pity party, I had forgotten to update you, the Inquiring Minds, on my various and sundry SLEEP problems. And I know you were just DYING to know what’s going on.

On September 21, I had a sleep study done. This is where you go to a doctor’s office with bedrooms, change into your PJs, and let some strange dude hook you up to 27 wires. Many of these wires come out of your head, and he uses a yucky goo to attach them to your very hairy scalp. This takes about 45 awkward minutes, during which your stomach growls the whole time, and you feel so self-conscious about it that you feel the need to comment about it every time it happens.

After you are wired, said strange dude takes you into your bedroom and tucks you in. Thank God they let you take your Ambien CR first cause there is no way anyone could possibly sleep naturally with 27 wires attached to them.

You sleep some, and strange dude comes to re-connect wires twice during the night. You have a really bad dream at one point, and wake up with your heart racing. You bet the monitors attached to the wires are loving this!

At 5:30, Strange Dude comes back in the room to wake you for the day. “Good morning Jenny,” he says kindly. You find this rather odd, since, as you had no wild nights in college, this is the first time since you were a child that a man besides your husband has tucked you in and woken you up in the morning.

Strange Dude takes all the wires off. Your hair stands up matted with goo in many places. It reminds you of the movie There’s Something About Mary.

You drive home to find your husband is sick and you have to take your son to school. You jump in the shower as fast as you can to wash the nasty goo out of your hair. This would not go over well at the Christian school!

You go back to the doctor October 5th to find out if they actually LEARNED anything about your various and sundry sleep problems from the study. You can’t WAIT, because you’d really love to know what the heck is wrong with you!

As I have said many times before, stay tuned…

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