Thursday, March 10, 2011

Fiber fair, oh how I love to hate thee

You have turned my BFF into a stress case. You have brought us to our knees. Yet, we look forward to you, and not just to you being over. I have spent the last couple of days trying to find someone to cater our event. I have no idea how many to expect. All we want is a "sack lunch". I have called many places. I have been told to call back by many places. Many, many places. I have been told "Yes, I am the person you need to talk to about catering" then "oh wait, I actually do not know anything" several times. It is not at all frustrating to hear "We have .... but I have no idea how much it costs. Gee, thank you for being so helpful. I love it when things are made easy. I am just glad that I am not my BFF. She is an intelligent woman, so I was really surprised when she said that she would be in change of things this year. I doubted her intelligence for pretty close to the first time ever. "Really? Are you kidding? I thought you were smart!" Though she has done a splendid job, she is nuts. I can see the stress eating away at her flesh. Hang in there, crazy lady.

This morning I took my kids to a local play gym. I was able to feel better about myself by watching one mother with her daughter that looked to be close to three years old. The child continually took off her clothing and ran nude through the play place. We are not talking down to a diaper, but completely commando. It really felt like home to me. Baby girl has been changing her clothes 30 times a day for months now. I am always saying "Where are your pants?? PUT ON YOUR PANTS!" I say that phrase so many times a day that I fear it will be the youngest babies first sentence. It was good to see that I am not alone. Thank you random nude child. You made my day.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Let's talk about two.

Two days in a row. Oh yeah! I am on fire now!

But let's talk about the two I know you all want to hear about. The two babies we have acquired since my last round of posting.

Baby Noah was an eye opener for us. We suffered 12 miscarriages, and I lost my right tube to an ectopic pregnancy. My left ovary, being non-functioning, left us little hope of having more children. We knew our family was not complete, and baby Noah gave us the kick in the pants that we needed to get our home study done, and start that long march down the road to adoption. Little did we know that it would be a short stroll instead. Apparently our baby had already been born and was waiting for us to get our bums in gear so she could be home at last. Only three weeks after starting our home study we had a beautiful baby girl placed with us. That was June 10th, 2009, and she was 6 months one day old. She was SO chubby!! She had been exposed to a lot, and had a hard little life, but with in a short time you would not have been able to guess. It has been nearly two years and she is all giggles and mischief. Never has there been a busier child I believe. OR maybe she seems busy because a short 8 weeks after our baby girl was placed with us our little boy decided he was ready to come also. We were pregnant! What is that you say? You know someone that this has happened to? Well it seems that this happens a lot. I hear it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I explain to someone why our babies are so close in age. Let me explain why this is. It is NOT because I stopped stressing so was finally able to get pregnant. May I point out that I had been pregnant 11 times in two years. Stressing about getting pregnant was not a problem. Is it because I finally relaxed so that my body could carry a baby?? NO. No, it indeed was not. I am fairly confident that my stress did not contribute to my bodies lack of ability to carry a living baby inside of me for more than a few months. I believe I just needed to provide the vessel to allow some spirits to receive the bodies they needed so that they could return back to a greater work. heaven is a busy place. So what I do believe is that my little girl simply needed to join our family before my little boy could. They were meant to come in this order. The Tasmanian Princess was meant to be the OLDER sister to prince grins-a-lot. And that folks is my final answer.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I am back!

No really. I swear! I know I was slightly back before, but now I mean it. For realz. You see, what happened was that I lost my password. I actually knew my password, but blogger apparently didn't because each time I carefully entered my password it would stubbornly tell me I was wrong. It was worse than my teen daughter. I can recover my password you say? Well yes, but I actually got very busy with fiber. And moving. Oh, and becoming a mother to five, instead of three. That, and I did not know that I could recover it, but I hate admitting that there is something I don't know.

Now let's talk about the important stuff. My mini farm. I have been a little obsessive about house hunting, when in fact we were not actually looking to move. Well you know what happens when you house hunt? Bet you do. You sometimes find houses. In fact you sometimes find the most perfect house EVER! And then you sometimes convince your husband that he really does love you enough to move away from his comfort zone, and everything he could ever want, to your dream that is based on your hobby or "obsession" as some might call it. So sometimes you put your house on the market, move to your dream home, buy chickens, sheep, goats, angora rabbits, and horses and then spend every second of everyday living in complete bliss. Even if you sometimes already actually owned the horses by the way.

So now I look out my back window (by the way I have 76 windows to stare out) into my own little piece of heaven. There are trees enough to appear like a forest. And there are sheep staring back. THIS is the life.

Oh, and I mentioned that going from three kids to five thing. I will fill you in on that next.