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Do Things Scared

There are some massive changes going on in our family this summer. While we’re all excited for them, I have to admit, I’m honestly terrified too. Us moms, we ultimately just want our kids to be happy, well adjusted people, who aren’t turds. I think that’s something we can all agree on. Of course the pathways there are numerous and everyone seems to have an opinion on “what is best”.

As of July 1st, I will be hanging up my hat as a homeschool mom. It’s kind of a struggle, I feel like I’m somehow losing my credentials as a mom. That by not homeschooling I’m giving up and taking a shortcut. 

I shared a few weeks ago about the possibility of our oldest four going to school in the fall. The decisions have been made and teacher assignments are in the mail. Avelyn will be going into second grade and Henry, James, and Ellie will be going to kindergarten.

Academically I think those are the right choices for them, my concern remains for the social aspect. My kids are going to be a full year to two years older than the kids in their grades. Ultimately, that’s not a big deal, because who cares how old you are when you graduate high school.

It’s more my concern that they will stick out. I’m also hoping that their maturity and age will set them apart from their classmates in a good way, that they will have the strength to do and say what is right, and not cave to the negatives of peer pressure.

So yea, I’m nervous. I’m scared. But I’m also hopeful and excited. I think it’s the right time.

People have also assumed that we’ve thrown in towel on homeschooling, we haven’t. It’s just not what is working for us right now. Maybe in a few years we will come back to homeschool, maybe we won’t. We have always said we will take it a year a time. I can’t predict or know what’s going to happen.

The other big change this summer is that the kids are going to overnight camp! It’s just for two nights, but still, that’s a HUGE deal in our house. Our church diocese has a camp they run all summer long. The kids were excited to try their beginner camp, so we will see how it goes.

I’m hoping and praying that it goes well; particularly since I have one child that does not do well with not being home, not that any of them are fantastic at being away. I’m just hoping I’m not making any midnight drives to pick kids up from 3 hours away.

So, yea…big changes for us. Good changes, but still scary. It’s a good thing my motto for the past year has been do it scared.

 

 

Peter Turns THREE!

*sob, sob, sob* yep…all the feels and tears on this one.

  • Weighing in at 33lbs
  • Standing tall (or short compared to his siblings) at 38.25″ (he’s my smallest of the kids)
  • He’s become a bit of a trouble maker: Does something and immediately screams that Henry did it.
  • He’s solidly in 3T now
  • Wearing a size 9 in shoes
  • Down to one nap a day and it’s a fight to get him to go down, but once he does…he sleeps for a few hours.
  • Can count to 12
  • Showing interest in writing his name and drawing
  •  Loves playing in water
  • He’s a HUGE fan of Rescue-bots and Paw Patrol, especially Chase in both shows.
  • Favorite books are We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, Flip Flop Fish, and Love is a Handful of Honey
  • Still loves his Goki and get’s very upset when someone takes it
  • He is a daddy’s boy through and through. He told me last night he doesn’t love me and doesn’t like when I tuck him in, that he wants daddy. Nice, right?

Mom’s Homemade Waffles

Growing up it was a special treat when we would have waffles for dinner, always with a pot of yummy soup! We didn’t have l’eggos or anything like that: It was always from scratch. {I honestly didn’t even know about l’eggo waffles until I was much older….I wasn’t impressed with them}.

While we don’t have them for dinner, I do, on occasion, make them for breakfast.
Ready?

Ingredients

  • 1/2 lb (or 1 cup) Butter
  • 5 Eggs (separate whites and yolks)
  • 2 Cups of Sugar (this is rather a really sweet waffle…I usually only do a 1/2 cup of Sugar)
  • 6 Cups of Flour
  • 3 1/2 – 4 Cups of Milk
  • 1 tsp of Vanilla
  • 1/2 tsp of Baking Powder

Cream butter and sugar, add in 5 egg YOLKS. Mix until combined. Add in Vanilla.
Alternately add Flour and Milk, followed by Baking Powder.

In separate bowl, beat egg whites until they form soft peaks. Fold in with rest of batter. At this point you might need to add a bit more of the milk (if you only added 3 1/2 cups). You want it on the pourable, but not runny, side…kind of like a slightly thicker cake batter.

Use amount recommended by your waffle iron for each waffle, cook until golden brown. I have a waring pro and get about 15 waffles out of a batch of dough. They freeze really great though…I just place them on a cookie sheet, freeze, and then bag them once they’re hard. To heat them up I just put them in the toaster oven.

Easy, right? You honestly don’t even need to do the extra step with the eggs, it does make them a bit fluffier, but not noticeably so.

As for topping….use your imagination. My personal favorite is a bit of butter and some raspberry jam {heated up a bit, so it’s like a syrup….yummmmmm}

Nutter-Butter

Sorry if you thought this was going to be a recipe posts…it’s not. What it IS is a post about our newest addition to the family: Our German Shepherd puppy, Nutmeg! 

Matthew and I went to Milwaukee for a wedding at the beginning of March, and while we were gone one our dogs, Sage (the super fluffy one on the right), died. We still have no idea what happened. We had someone staying here with the dogs, and within 12 hours from her not feeling well (throwing up and diarrhea), she was gone. It was horrible! There was nothing to be done. Fortunately, the kids weren’t home and my friend who was here with the dogs was so fantastically awesome!

 

Our two dogs were sisters, from the same litter, and while they were old (13 years old) they were really in incredible health. They were “old lady dogs”, very low-key, tolerant, and low maintenance. Thyme was at a loss without her sister, and we were all missing her terribly. I had always said though, that when our dogs passed away we were going to get my first love of dogs…a German Shepherd.

In the middle of April I started contacting some local rescues, but was coming up empty handed. I found out that there was a breeder not far from us, and figured “what the heck?”, so I contacted them. They emailed me back and said yes, they had puppies and did we want to come visit them. Not only did we visit them, but we came home with the second to last puppy!

She has grown so much already in the month that we’ve had her, she was smaller than Thyme and now is towering over her, from 13 lbs to 22.6 lbs. Nutmeg has been the perfect addition to our family. She’s even gotten our old lady dog, Thyme, to come out of her crate, to play and act like a puppy: It’s been so much fun!

 

Life Happens – Where I’ve Been for the Past Year or So

I know I kind of fell off the face of the earth for the past, umm year, is it? It’s been a while since I posted anything of any substance, anywhere, longer since I posted anything about my family. I still have drafts I wrote last Summer that I have every intention of publishing…someday. In all honesty, life has been a bit of a struggle for me, the past few months, the past year.

I read something about stress-levels post multiples and how post-partum depression hits later than with singletons. I don’t know if 6 years later is feasible or not. Maybe it is. At just the time they say it hits (2-3 years of age), we had Peter, which didn’t give me the chance to breath…life marched on. There was no time to feel “depressed”.

There’s still no time, but it’s there. The tired, the not caring, the overwhelmed. 

And this is where I always freeze up when it comes to sharing, because no one knows how or wants to admit that they don’t really like themselves or their life sometimes. At least I don’t. And there’s another part that if you are liking who you are becoming or what you are doing, there’s a problem with that too.

I love my husband. I love my kids. I love our home. Sometimes it’s all too much though, too much noise, too much stuff, too many personalities, too many to-dos. And all the too much means there’s not enough of other things…quiet, clean, brain power, focus, clarity.

My mind gets swept along the raging river, bashing into rocks and being sucked under the waves. Sometimes, I’m able to keep my head up, manage to keep afloat amidst the debris, and other times I’m sucked into one of those underwater crevices of a rock and the panic sets in.

They tell me that this is normal, that it’s just “motherhood”. Then why do I feel so alone, despite opening up to others, that no one really is drowning in this as much as I am. I don’t honestly think I’m failing at this, I think I’m doing a pretty darn OK job at mothering these 5, but why does it feel like I’m the only mom that wants to walk away from it, from them?

Last summer my book club read “The Awakening”, and most of the responses of the other moms was how could she leave her children, that she was so selfish for all she was doing…and all I could think was how I “got” what she felt. She would do anything for her children, except kill her “self”.

I’m sure there are many Christian moms that would read this, clutching their pearls, at the very thought of not dying to self, of not living solely for their children. I’m sorry, I can’t, and I don’t honestly think that God wants me to become a shell of a woman for the sake of my children. I don’t for one minute believe that I am supposed to entirely relinquish my interests, identity, or any part of me for my role as a mother.

That said, it’s finding my self, finding the time to remember who I was before any of this, that feels impossible. The part that makes it so impossible is that I’ve always lived for someone else and what they expected of me, so it’s not just FINDING my self, but actually LEARNING who I am, and in that there is a struggle.

When you start figuring out who you are, what your interests are, who you want to be, you have a tendency to piss off people, to disappoint people. You become no longer willing to just make every one else happy, to be a doormat. Suddenly, there’s a whole other part of you. Your interests and opinions and feelings don’t line up with what people expect you to do and be. And that can be a very hard place to be.

It’s very often pointed out that the marriage/husband should be the focus of a family, because after the children are long gone, that will still exist…and it’s true. Your children are your’s for a season, your husband will be your’s until death do you part (baring anything else). But here’s the thing, YOU will be you until forever.

What happens when a spouse dies? You’ve lived your entire life for that person only to not know how to function when they’re gone. I don’t want to do that either. I don’t want to curl up in a ball and not be able to live if something were to happen to my husband, and I know he wouldn’t want that for me, just as I wouldn’t want that for him, no matter how old we were.

Now that I’ve taken this whole big thing to explain what my mental state has been for the past year. I have been in a constant struggle between taking care of my children and husband and taking care of myself. I don’t have an answer on how to manage it. I don’t have a solution.

Sometimes I feel like me. Sometimes I don’t want to get out of bed (I d0 anyways). I’m not sure that there is a way to find a balance between the two, because as soon as I feel like me, I’m hear that I’m failing my family. It’s lovely really *note sarcasm*.

I think the hardest part of my writing and being active on social media, is that I don’t want to be open with certain people in my life. I honestly don’t want to share my struggles with nosy relatives, the neighbors who are just going to gossip, but I don’t know how to cut those ties without insulting someone. So I shut myself up instead. At the time it seems easier.

That said, I am seriously considering going private again as a blogger, because I know I need this space. There are a lot of things that I want to mull over and share and process here, and hopefully in the near future I will be sharing more about things that are going on in my life.