The REAL Reason I Don’t Use Birth Control

This is not intended as a finger-pointing, one-size-fits-all post. This is simply my kooky little answer to a commonly-posed question, “Are you finished yet?” This sort of interrogation frequently begins when I am seen anywhere with my three little stair-steps. In person, it’s usually, “Ya done yet?” accompanied with a knowing grin, or a haughty “I think two children is more than enough for anyone,” with eyes rolling the second I turn my head. The latter was most memorably executed by the nursery keeper in a big, conservative Baptist church in my small town. The same people who say they don’t believe anything unless its in the KJV. In which it says,

“Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.” Psalm 127:3

Did you see that movie by M. Night Shyalaman called Signs? Well, young Abigail Breslin’s character had a knack (some might call it a weakness) for distinguishing whether water was old or new or something, anyway the girl left half empty glasses of water around everywhere in the house she shared with her father and brother(s?). (And I do mean everywhere–like 10 on the mantel.) Any Type A parent (or even Type B) would have come unglued on little sis and insisted, after expounding on how perniciously inconsiderate she was for trashing the house like this and what might happen in an earthquake, that she learn to pick up after her troubling skank self.

What happens next is hard to believe. SPOILER ALERT: Go watch Signs now before reading the end because I’m about to totally spoil the beautiful ending. Let me add this for the folks that haven’t seen it and won’t: The underlying theme of this movie is that the father, Mel Gibson’s character, has lost his faith in God after the tragic loss of his wife. Then aliens come. Then the family is saved in the final showdown by the fact that the little girl had all those dad-blamed glasses of water lyin’ around. Dad’s faith restored, God works in mysterious ways. People are often poor judges of what they actually need.

Now. I do realize that this was just a MOVIE that someone made up out of their imagination. However. It illustrates perfectly my strong suspicion that I may cut miracles out of my life by following the laws of nature (don’t overpopulate), economics (how are you going to send them all to college), or just the prevailing opinion (omg-kids drive me cray-cray).

So I’ve always tended to follow the path of love, faith, and miracles, possibly because an angel kissed me when I was about 7 or 8. The laws of nature can be harsh and scary (as can religion, obviously), so I do realize what I’m risking. The truth is at this point, we can feed them all and love them all. Three kids may not seem like many to the Duggars, but it’s enough to make me do some soul searching, and that’s what I’ve come up with.

Like little Abigail Breslin’s character, I don’t know the significance behind everything I do, but I do it with hopes of love, faith, and miracles.


One of Those Days

This was one of those days that mother says is going to make me the Erma Bombeck of my generation.  It starts innocently enough, with a three-year-old person naked as a jaybird declaring he would like two “guh-gun bi-bi,” which I know to be gummy vitamins.  His elder brother, laying uncharacteristically on his bed reveals that he feels a little sick.  The day progresses into a mishmash of DVD starting, Netflix sorting, dish-washing, laundry-doing, floor-sweeping, baby-holding and tantrum-skirting.  I read an article about unschooling which convinces me to let my child lead me through the day, eating as much sugar as he wants and play as many video games and watch whatever DVDs he chooses as much as he wants.  That sounds pretty much how today went whether I intended it or not.  My eldest, the yang to my yang, attaches himself to my side for the day and whenever I deny some fundamental request, for example, “May I plant a garden?”  (It’s December.) or “Can I nail this to my wall?” (It’s a part of our bookshelf…), he flies into hysterics, convinced that I, in fact, don’t love him.

My husband is now in the process of putting them to bed, a feat I suggested he do as soon as we got finished with supper, about 5:45pm.  But NOOO, “I want to spend time with them,” he says.  I scoff.  In their traditional fight to remain awake as long as small humanly possible, they have both decided that they need to go Number 2.   

My Current Rosary

I was given by my husband a new intention to pray for our friend to resign his membership to the Masonic Lodge.

In addition, for each decade, I offer it for:

1) My own soul’s final perseverance and to remain in the faith. 

2) My husband’s final perseverance and that he will he will remain in the faith.

3) My son, Fred’s, final perseverance and that he will remain in the faith.

4) My son, James’s, final perseverance and that he will remain in the faith.

5.) My daughter, Amy’s, final perseverance and that she will remain in the faith.



In addition, I am saying a novena to Our Lady of Guadaloupe that I may have peace and certainty regarding my decision over whether or not to take the job at the public high school teaching French, Spanish, and History of Religion or if I should remain staying at home with my children and giving them a Christian education at home.

Advent 2013

I would say that this advent season should be quite memorable, but acknowledging my ever-worsening recollection of daily life, I’d have to qualify that statement.  Here is a list of our activities for the logbooks:

1.  We kicked it off with putting up our tree:  a dandy $39 jobber from Wal-Mart with twinkly multicolored lights.  We gave it a cowboy theme with glass cowboy ornaments, burlap garland, white burlap poinsettias (for Mommy), and some Monster Truck ornaments.

2.  We received in the mail a package from Paula which contained an advent calendar, The Nutcracker by Susan Jeffers, and some lovely size 4 clothes for if I ever lose that baby weight.  Thanks, P!  Freddie and I have enjoyed the calendar and both boys love The Nutcracker.  I have noticed the boys are fascinated with toy soldiers and nutcrackers right now.  P.S.  Mama loves Susan Jeffers.

3.  We have watched two Veggie Tales Christmas movies, It’s a Meaningful Life and Merry Larry and the True Light of Christmas, which we own.  We’ve also watched many John Wayne movies, and How the Grinch Stole Christmas.  Jamesie loves “Larry Coo-pum-pum.”  I love hearing him say so.

4.  We made sugar cookies, then commenced eating two and a half dozen of them in about two days.  Then I wrote out a game plan to meet all our nutritional requirements.  So as not to totally fail.  First time I’ve bought salmon in a year probably.

5.  We had the biggest snowstorm I can remember in a long time!  We got almost a foot of snow.  We’ve been snowed in since last weekend!  Of course Alex, the all-terrain vehicle, could make it out even if no one else could.  Even if it meant getting stuck on an icy bridge, walking our long, up-hill driveway in a foot of snow wearing suit pants and dress shoes.  Then driving a tractor in the snow for about an hour to blade off the driveway. 

6.  Hot cocoa.  Homemade.  With mini-marshmallows.

7.  We read the Christmas story parts in Freddie’s children’s Bible.

8.  Daddy has read The Grinch several times.

9.  James’s birthday party!!!  A blast–Cowboy themed, he enjoyed it immensely.  He loved his presents:  a shotgun and Chuggington birthday card (Mama and Daddy), a horse, truck, and trailer (from Giggie), a truck, trailer, motorbikes, and drill, and singing birthday cowboy hamster card (Grandparents Ruegg), and a castle with soldiers and knight paraphernalia (Mommaw Judy and Papa Shelb), Don’t Break the Ice and Fishing Games (Aunt Tammy, Miranda, and Hayden).  He also has thoroughly enjoyed the most exquisite tricycle I’ve ever seen, a blue chrome Schwinn from Munka John and Aunt Tammy who also brought a BIKE for Freddie and beautiful, personalized outfits for Amy to wear on Christmas and her birthday, and an owl hat.  Aaaand The Night Before Christmas read in their own voices.  I need to break that out tonight. 

10.  We’re a little puny.  So far, since Thanksgiving, we’ve endured a stomach bug and at least one bad cold, which most of us still have, but seems to be resolving.

11.  We played out in the snow a couple times.  I’m hoping they recuperate enough to have a great weekend out in the snow with Mommaw and Papa.

12.  We ate out at Tequila’s last night.  While not Christmas-y, it was the first time we’ve been out of the house in quite a while!!!

In schoolwork, we have discovered that James is ready for Starfall with the letters and Freddie is starting the beginning reading one.  We’ve also been watching The Magic Schoolbus on Netflix, which is so good for science.

Amy is having some constipation issues, but we seem to be resolving it somewhat with corn syrup and water.  She went today.

I have learned a very simple, very good recipe for marinated chicken breasts, I’ll post it on here.