A special boy

I put this on Facebook, but it's too cute not to share here.
My friend Heather introduced me to a bible study recently, where they provide a children's preschool type program. Nathan calls it his  Bible study. So, we're having breakfast this morning and he starts singing this song that he learned there. This makes my heart very happy.

Contact paper trees

In an effort to keep (mostly) Nathan busy, and out of trouble, I have been doing some tactile activities with him. So far he has loved the activities and I thought I would share them with you.

The first one I will share are contact paper Christmas trees.

First, I duct taped contact paper with the sticky side out to the sliding glass doors.

This was a Saturday, so Zack got to join in the fun. It's always fun when they can both enjoy the same activity together.

Then, I cut strips of green paper for the outline of the tree, and provided them with pom poms and confetti.

The key here, is you need to LET GO OF THE MESS. I have been trying to do this a lot myself lately, and although it's been very hard to do, I realize by just letting it go, I am allowing them to create and just be "free". I'll never forget Nathan's reaction when I told him he could do "whatever he wants" with an activity. It was utter disbelief that was expressed on his face.

Zack and his final tree. I loved how he ripped more paper to make a "frame" for the tree.

Notice the confetti on the floor, but that's what a vacuum is for!

Nathan was quite proud of his tree also!

This is where Zack decided he would like to display the tree, in our living room window. I must say, It does look quite nice there! Nathan's tree is on our front door (for now).

More to come!

It's all just so...cliche.

I have had a life changing experience.

While I was a child and growing up, I really thought only two people on this earth loved me. My grammie and grampie. They died. Then, one person came into my life that I really believed loved me. That was Darrin. My children love me, of course. But, I could never really say that I have felt the love of friends. Sure, I think people like me. But love..I wasn't so sure. Until now.

At my ladies Bible study, we studied the story of how Moses' friends held up his hands for him when he couldn't. That was one week before I went into the hospital. In a way, God was preparing me, showing me that even though I was going to get sick, and not be able to take care of my family, my friends were going to!

And did they ever!

They cooked, took care of my children, encouraged my husband, encouraged me, prayed for us..you name it. It was very overwhelming to be loved so much! It wasn't something I was used to. I needed to accept the love, and to accept that there was nothing else I could do but to say Thank you.

As I start to feel better, I am reflecting on how God used this time to break me down a little. To realize that things are ok without me sometimes, to realize that people care so much, and that I don't have all the control that I think I do. I also look back and see now how sick I was, and I know how what I had could have turned out without a positive outcome.  I am grateful, grateful, grateful. My heart bursts with thankfulness.

I believe I am loved and my life will not be the same.

PJ's at the park

There were some really beautiful fall days before this freak snow storm hit! On one of these days, my friend Lori and I decided to meet at the park.

It was one of those days. I had a few things (which felt like a million) to do so I had to nap Nathan earlier than usual. This threw the entire day off. I never have to wonder where Nathan's love of routine comes from. I thrive on routine. Not that I don't like to be spontaneous, but I like knowing what comes next. Especially with four children, half of which are teenagers.

Anyway....

So during one of those moments before we went to the park, I got a lovely text from Lori asking if I would like a pumpkin latte from my FAVORITE coffee place. OH..would I !

We met in the parking lot. As soon as I got out of my car I said to her "You have no idea how nice this latte is right now" I bet she did have some idea..it's the story of my life right now. Seems to be all I talk about.

We were there a short time when her super adorable little girl Sophie had a little potty accident. I, being the ever prepared mom (not..it was a fluke) said that I may have a spare pair of pants in the back of my car. Went back to the car, and got the pants which prevented Lori from having to go home. YAY!

We were having a great conversation when, after telling Nathan one billion times not to..he plopped right down in a big puddle of mud. Normally, this would not be a big deal except that it was only 50 degrees out, and, of course...he had a big poop coming out of the back of his pants.

COME ON!!!

Thank God Lori was there because we just laughed and laughed. She offered to give me the pants back but I thought I may have something else in my car.

So with three wipes left (clearly not enough but, eh) and a pair of fleece footed pajamas that I was giving to Goodwill, we got cleaned up and headed back to the park.

I was so determined to stay and continue our adult conversation that Nathan walked back with me to the park in those fleece pajamas with his sneakers and jacket on.

As I walked toward Lori I said "OK, you can pretend to not know me" but of course with her being the ever faithful friend we just laughed and made more interesting conversation, now of course about the fact that sometimes, you just have to let it go.

I believe

Lisa has metastatic cancer. She needs to have chemo...........AGAIN. Two were removed, with small ones left, the doctor says the chemo should take care of those.

Honestly, I don't know how she is going to do this again. God give her and her family strength to endure this.

I do believe that she will come out on the other side of this.

Love you Lisa.

My friend

I spent the day with Lisa today. Thank you Darrin for taking your day off and spending it home with Nathan so I could do that!

My friend Lisa is the strongest person I know. Tomorrow, she is facing a potential 4th cancer diagnosis. Every one of her cancers (breast x2 two different times, and ovarian) have been different cancers. This time, it may be metastatic.

We don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. All signs and test point to the fact that this is metastatic cancer.

She is 42 years old. She is a wife. She is a mother to a 13 year old girl, who is also Amelia's very good friend.

Darrin, her husband Pete, and Lisa all grew up together. They know each other forever, they
and us, are family.

She has suffered so much. It's all too much to write here, but nobody can imagine this diagnosis for her AGAIN, and what is to follow.
Just when they thought maybe, just maybe they could get on with their lives. BAM! Hit in the face again.

No person should suffer like Lisa has suffered. NOBODY.
Let's not forget her husband who tries to hold it all together.
Let's not forget her daughter, who was two when Lisa got her first diagnosis. Rebecca has never known her mother as a "well" person.

What do you say to a friend that's crying, begging God not to let her die, saying how she has so much more to teach her daughter? There was nothing I could say. I felt wonderfully honored that I could be there, just to sit with her. I hope I was a comfort, even if just a little.

Dear God,

Please take this pain away from Lisa and her family.

Please do not let her suffer like this any more.

Please give her husband more strength than ever.

Please place your hand on Rebeccas shoulder, let her know you are near.

Let everyone feel your loving presence, in every minute of tomorrow and the uncertain days to follow.

Please God, take this from her.

The world just wouldn't be the same without her.

God, Nathan, and the tire

Today was a hard day. VERY hard.

Yesterday, I noticed that I had a bubble in my drivers side tire. This could be dangerous so I thought that I would take it in this morning to have it looked at by Sears. Plus, it was still under warranty.

I left the house with Nathan as soon as the bus picked Zack up and arrived at Sears at about 8:45 am. I explained the problem, and they said they would take a look. I asked them to call Darrin on his cell to explain what had to be done, instead of being the in-between since he is the one who calls the shots as far as the cars go.

So Nathan and I set off into the mall (which isn't open yet for another hour) and head to Target. I figure i had an hour or so to kill (ha ha) so we'd go look at the toys.

About noon, I get a call from Darrin. Apparently, they are having a hard time taking the lug nuts off the tire and may have to break them. If they were to do this, they would have to order new ones, wait for them to be delivered, and then finish the job. Well now, mind you, I only have ONE CAR!! this means I have to stay at the mall for another what..three hours?? At this point I am crying because Nathan is way past his nap and everyone knows it.

1 pm. Still, can't get the lug nuts off when I am back to check on the progress. I call Darrin crying. Nathan is UNBEARABLE at this point. I have let him walk, run, play with toys, fed him, gave him candy..you get the idea. He is screaming. Darrin calls them back and magically..they have the lug nuts off and it should be ready in 10 minutes. I head back to get the car.

They hand me the keys, I buckle the kid in..and he settles with his blankie to go to sleep. I drive away. As I reach the end of the parking lot...I hear "thump..thump.." and it feels like the tire is moving!! At this point I feel like I am going to lose my mind. We head back

I unbuckle Nathan and go back in. There is a line at the counter, and three people ahead of me. Nathan announces to me that he is now going to head butt me. "mom, I head butt you" and proceeds to do so..three times. I stearnly tell him to stop, but then he decides to pinch me. Then he decides to bite me. As I sit here typing this a few hours removed from the situation, I realize he was exhausted. He didn't know what to do with what he was feeling. I was feeling just as frustrated with things as he was, except I can't bite anybody!

The lady in front of me just looked at me.
The man in front of her realized I was sobbing and asked if I was ok. I just nodded my head.

They took the car back in and apologized for not tightening two of the lug nuts on the tire. OK, I don't have to explain to you what could have happened to us with loose lug nuts.

I often ask God what he is trying to teach me through Nathan. It is more than just patience. I was proud of myself today as I was getting bitten, head butted and scratched. I could have pinched his little keester to try and get him to stop. I didn't. I could have yelled, but I didn't probably because at that point I was too tired. I stood there and took what he did, and cried.

After we got back in the car, he fell asleep almost immediately. I looked back at his little face. I love this boy so much. No matter what he does to me, I love him. He couldn't help himself today.

God loves me. No matter what I do to him, he loves me. I have a choice. I sin. I forget to pray. I forget to talk to him. he loves me! How dissapointed is God when I do these things to him? It saddens him beyond what I can imagine, but he loves me.

In the same way I love my son, God loves me. He looks at me the same way I looked at my son sleeping today, after this terrible horrible day. He loves me. No matter what. Maybe that's what I need to learn.

First Day Blues

Well, it was inevitable. The first day of school had to come. The children were nervous, but this morning went off without a hitch. Amelia must have been particularly nervous or excited because she was up at 5 am, although really she didn't have to get up until 5:30. Here she is, my gorgeous girl. I told her that seventh grade was my favorite year, and I hope this would be her best year yet!

Zachary was particulary nervous, because his small Pine Island School of 150 children closed, and he was off to his "New Adventure" at his new school, Sandfordville Elementary which is 750 kids strong! He did give me a hard time about making him wear a "collar" shirt, but other than that he was smiling as he went out the door to the bus.
I made a great first day breakfast, complete with sausage, eggs, yogurt, toast and OJ. Unfortunately, he didn't want it.

He stuck with his routine of Cheerios, with yogurt on the side. Geez, I can't even try to make a nice breakfast!

Someone else has decided he wants to go to school too, and asks me every night if he's bigger so he can go on the bus. I need to keep this picture for the first day of kindergarten to show him while he's crying his eyes out. (Oh wait, that's me.)

Bye, bye Zack! See you later!




And, since Steven doesn't start school until tomorrow, he sat with Nathan for a while so Darrin and I could go out on a lunch date. We went to Yesterday's in town, and then had to make a stop at our favorite Cafe, Cafe a la Mode. We just can't stay away from this place! I snapped the next picture while Darrin had some brownie in his mouth. Love it!


Amelia and Zack survived their first day, and I did too. At one point in the morning, Darrin took Steven and Nathan on an errand so I could shower. When I got out of the shower, I almost cried! It was TOO quiet. Strange, during these summer months I longed for a little bit of quiet time. Even when Nathan napped, the others wanted to do something, weather it was swim or play a game, or even eat (imagine that!) so I was always busy doing something. To hear nothing, to hear silence, was just shocking to me. Some day, when Nathan is off to Kindergarten (Sept. 2014, calendar marked) I will feel the same way again. And to combat that feeling, I will be spending that day at the spa.

Anyone want to join me?

Writer’s block

 

I have been meaning to post about our vacation, but there are so many pictures to get organized! I guess that is what happens when you take about 200 pictures. So they have to be organized, ect. UGH!

Also, summertime tends to be a lazy, kick back time. I don’t have too much to write about. Oh, I could write about the times Nathan has been sick (3) or, about his latest and greatest tantrum, but after experiencing all of those things first hand, I wouldn’t dare subject you to the torture.

So, I will continue to work on the pictures for the vacation post (or posts) and put them up ASAP.

You do know though, that there will be the obligatory picture of Nathan crying in there somewhere, right?

Wordless Wednesday

Backwoods Slip N Slide

Hey, had to wash off the pool cover...so....this is what we did!

Struggles

I've heard people say "Small children, small problems. Big children, bigger problems."

Although that is true from my perspective, let's see it from a childs perspective.
A struggle for a two year old feels the same for the two year old, as a teen that is going through a struggle also. Its our perspective on the situation that is different.

So what, your brother won't share? It's all about learning how to deal with it.
So what, you didn't bring home your homework? It's all about learning to organize.
So what, you are punished for something you knew you weren't supposed to do? You shouldn't have done it.

Sharing, forgetfulness,punishment.

Sometimes as adults we forget how the child is feeling in that moment. All of their feelings are the SAME, no matter what it is.

What if we started to view this as God views sin? God says all sin is the same. So, therefore, can all pain be the same? Pain is pain, hurt is hurt. Not to say that pain is sin, but to that child, his hurt is the same in that moment.

It comes down to love. If someone didn't share with you, I want to empathize because I love you. Let's work it out together. If you forgot something, I want to empathize because I love you. Let's work it out together. If you did something to disappoint me and now you are punished, I love you NO MATTER WHAT! Let's work it out together!!

Smaller children, smaller problems? Bigger children bigger problems? I guess it's all in how you look at it.

A gift worth waiting for

Can someone actually be in love with an appliance?

I believe the answer is yes!!

I had been wanting this particular mixer for about four years now. Anyone that knows me well knows that I have a terrible time spending money on myself. I mean, it was like pulling teeth to get me to buy one new pan a month ago, and it was only 20 bucks!

Everytime Darrin would see it, he would want me to get it. Of course I didn't. But...I was really good at seeing them on TV in all of the cooking shows and making comments about which recipe I "couldn't make" because I didn't have THE mixer. Even the kids got involved and knew how much I really wanted one.

I chose the pink one because my friend Lisa has been battling cancer on and off for so long, and part of the proceeds from the pink mixer goes to the Susan G. Komen Cooking for the Cure foundation.

So yesterday was the day!! My poor husband has been battling gout for a few days and wasn't feeling quite well enough to be able to drive out to the store to get it. We made it 1/2 way there and had to turn around. By that time, the kids were getting off the bus and Steven offered to go with me (and Nathan) while Darrin stayed home and rested. Darrin had saved some money from tips that paid for a good deal of the mixer, and wanted to get this as a gift for me.

Here it is in the cart, ready to be put in the car. I almost didn't make it out of the store. If Steven wasn't with me, I might have put it back!

Thank you Darrin, I just love my mixer. Sorry Keurig, I promise, nobody will ever take your place. I have enough love for all of you! :)

Nathan Turns 2!

Nathan Turns 2!

Nathan's birthday was March 2nd, and Darrin took the day off. We decided to take him to Build-a-Bear.

He picked a very cute doggy (which he named "Doggy").

The first part of the Build-a-Bear proccess is stuffing the bear. The child presses a pedal and the stuffing comes out of a big machine, and into the animal that was chosen. Poor Nathan pressed the pedal once and was scared, so daddy had to do it the rest of the way.

Next comes the insertion of the heart, and giving his new friend a bath.

After officially naming his "Doggy" and printing a birth certificate, we were on our way. He loved carrying the box, and even though it was almost as big as him, insisted on doing so.

The following Sunday, we had family and friends over for his birthday party. What a great time!








I was very proud of his Lightning McQueen cake that I made. The cake originally split in four pieces when I took it out of the pan, but I was determined to fix it.















Some random things about you at age 2:




The way you say your brothers and sister's names-Steven, Ya-ya, Zakie.





You love, love diggers. Even more than Lightning McQueen. Bulldozers, backhoes and cement mixers are your favorite.


Your favorite breakfast is eggs, toast (with lots of butter) strawberries, bananas, taylor ham and sometimes applesauce mixed with cereal.


Your favorite lunch is mac-n-cheese.

Dinner is your least favorite meal. You really don't eat much at dinner.

You know how to use utensils, but prefer your hands.

You are a GREAT sleeper, you nap for 2-3 hours a day, and sleep from 7:30 to 7.

You love to brush your teeth, although you try to put the toothbrush underneath the automatic soap dispenser.


You love the independence of walking by yourself, but still like to be held. You're so heavy though, so mommy is trying to not carry you too much.

This is just some of the things I can think of right now..there is so much more.





This last picture is both funny, and sad.



We had set up the auto timer so we could get a picture of everyone. As Darrin runs to get into the picture, our two week old camera falls, and breaks. Notice my laughing as Darrin is running. We weren't laughing when we realized the camera was broken though. :(






On to year 2 Nathan! We love you so much sweet boy. Can't wait to see what adventures await us this year!

Wordless Wednesday

Don't judge a book..or a hair salon

So I decided to get a hair cut. This is something I was thinking about for a while, but was too chicken to do anything about it. You see, I've had long, long hair for a very long, long time. Cutting my hair shorter was something that really scared me. For some reason, I always equated long hair with youth. I know most of you don't agree, but that's how it felt to me. But seriously, when you wake up everyday and put it in a pony, praying that someone doesn't come to the door seeing you look that way, it's time for a change. It was at the point where either it looked really pretty (after spending an hour on it) or really, really ratty. There was no in between. You get the point.

So I see an ad for a local place, and I just LOVE the cut that they have featured in the ad. Oh my goodness...this is what I want! I ended up calling them and they had a 4 pm opening. Kiss Darrin goodbye...tell him to kiss the hair goodbye...and off I go.

I pull up, and I was very happy to see a "save Pine Island Elementary" sign in their window...Yay for supporting local business! I walked in, and behind the counter, was a woman, maybe around 50 or so. I told her my name, and she said "What are you thinking about for your hair?" Pulled out the picture in the ad and she says "Well, I ain't the owner. I'm Lori. Lemme see that. Hmmmmm....looks great, you goin' that short?" and I said a very strong voice, "No....No...not THAT short." Upon sensing my fear she very kindly says "Nah...don't worry, we won't be hackin' too much off"

Oh my. Ok, she just said "hackin"...and I think this is the woman who will be cutting my hair. ACK!!!!

"Let's get ya washed"

We chatted a bit, and as we're chatting she's cutting, and cutting, and cutting. Now you all know I'm freaking, but she knows that too! So she keeps chatting about how she's a volunteer on the ambulance corps. ect. And she is very, very nice. But I am here, stuck in this chair, with a woman I thought was the receptionist, she looks like my description of myself when I don't want to answer the door, she is cutting my hair away, and there isn't a thing I can do about it!!!!

But then.....

She's finished. And out comes the hairdryer, and out comes the boars hair round brush, and she's blowing it out.

AND I LOVE IT!

It is so great. Really. I was so pleasantly surprised. All I could do is smile from ear to ear. She said "Come on Anne, shake it around! Put your hands through it" And I did.

Really, I was practically jumping up and down like a little girl watching Justin Bieber. I said a big "Thank You" gave her a big tip, and a big hug, and was off to home to show my family.

And they, also, love it.

Oh yeah, the youth thing I was writing about in the beginning of this post? Saw someone at the library who was Zack's soccer coach last spring. When I went up to her to say Hi, she said "Oh..sorry I didn't recognize you...you look like a teenager!"

Ratty hair no more.

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Meatless Monday

Sometimes it's hard being the only vegetarian in a house full of carnivores. That's why I love the invention of "Meatless Monday" This wasn't a term that I invented. In fact, it was first introduced to me by the kids school last year. They have decided that on Mondays, they would serve something sans meat, and have a lovely salad bar to go with whatever they served. The salad bar was provided by our own local farms, making it all the more tasty. So, I decided that Mondays would be meatless in our home too. Mind you, there are other nights that I actually eat what everyone else is eating, because we don't have meat every day. But at least this way, everyone knows that Monday is definately going to me meatless.


I will now share the recipe for tonights dinner, and I hope to do this every Monday as well.

VEGETARIAN CHILI WITH PASTA


1 15 oz can garbanzo beans, drained
1 15 oz can red kidney beans, drained
2 141/2 oz can diced tomatoes
1 8 oz can tomato sauce
1 large onion, finely chopped
1/2 cup red pepper diced
2 minced cloves garlic
2-3 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp oregano
wagon wheel pasta (I made the whole box, had some leftovers)

In slow cooker, combine beans, undrained tomatoes, tomato sauce, onion, sweet pepper, garlic, chili powder, oregano.

cover and cook on low 4 hours, or high for 2 hours.
Cook pasta and drain, combine with slow cooker contents.

That's it! This was so simple to do. I just love my slow cooker, I can prepare this while Nathan is napping, and I don't have to worry about cooking while holding him on my left hip. (I bet he'll be a chef someday)

My thought bubble says "yummy"

Saturday

Yesterday we went to a friends birthday party. They held it at the local ice skating rink. I got to be a mean mommy and a cool mommy all in one day. Amelia was very aggravated with me that I made her wear a helmet while skating. *Insert I-Know-What's-Best-For-You speech here* She tried to convince me twice to let her take it off, that's until I gave her "the" eye. That's where the mean mommy title came from.
The cool mommy title comes from Nathan, who got to have soda **gasp** because I rushed out the door without a sippy cup, and soda was all that was offered.

Here's Steven and Zack out on the ice.

And since Nathan is too young to skate, here's what we did.

I am long past the stares of people wondering why I let the above happen. Or maybe I'm just too tired to worry about it.

Soon enough, big brother comes to the rescue!

You may have noticed there were no pictures of Amelia. Oh well, she escaped injury-free, except for maybe her ego. I could have given her the whole "you'll see when you have kids someday" speech, but I let it go. Sometimes, mean mommy is what I have to be!

Proud mommy moment...

Need I say more?

Oh no...more snow!

Anyone that knows me knows I hate the snow. Really. Being cooped up with four kids because it's way too cold to spend too much time outside is just terrible. Especially when school has been cancelled, what, like 8 times so far? They get on each others nerves, and then on mine. Even when they go outside, they find SOMETHING to fight about! Please oh please Spring, come soon!

I long for the days of playing in the yard, scooping dirt with diggers, planning the garden, ect.

Those things are really hard to imagine though when I can't even see my outdoor furniture or grill. They're under there somewhere, I know.

Darrin couldn't go to work yesterday because of the weather, and today he had to get pulled out of our driveway by a tow truck because he was stuck. ACK!

Ok, enough of this complaining. I may just have to go read my friend Lori's blog for some sanity. She posted some beautiful pictures of Spring flowers.



I will now leave you with this: The definition of cabin fever, as demonstrated by my children, below.

Remember when?

Steven is going on a youth work weekend tomorrow with his youth group. I am told cell phone service will be next to nothing, and maybe we should purchase a calling card.

HUH?

Do they even sell those anymore? Well, yes they do. The least amount I have found for a calling card is $10.00. So I got to thinking....

How about if he calls home collect? Is that an option anymore? Sure I would have to explain to him how to do it..which led Darrin and I into a most hysterical conversation.

Remember when you would go somewhere, and when you got to where you were going, someone (say your parents) would tell you "Call me collect when you get there". You would call, tell the operator you would like to place a collect call. The operator would ask your name and you would say "Anne". The person that picks up the phone call then denys the charges, because just hearing your name was good enough..and they wouldn't get charged!

Darrin reminded me that as things got a little more "sophisticated" there was no live operator, just "say your name after the beep" and then you could quickly state a whole message in one second "Hi it's me, i'm here, bye!" and again, if the charges weren't accepted, it was all good.

We had a great laugh over this, and the kids thought it was pretty funny too.

New place to hide

Guess I should check the dryer before I turn it on from now on...

(Excuse the crackling..not sure why that happened)

The never ending laundry chore

So, school has been cancelled a lot recently due to all of the snow. This caused a major pile up of laundry. With six of us...I mean MAJOR. Finally, I got it under control. On the right, you see the piles of the younger two boys clothes ready to be put away. Well, sweet Nathan decided that today was the day he would climb in the dresser and create the pile of clothes you see there on the floor. Yes, I thought I got it under control. Laugh now, or forever hold your peace.

The Reason....

Well, hello! Welcome to my little blog.

Wondering why I decided to delve into the blogging world?

(besides having a way to tell my husband about my day before passing out on the couch)

I love blogs. These days, I tend to seek out blogs belonging to mothers of children my kids ages, in the hopes of finding some great activities, advice, humor, ect. I have learned a great deal while reading these blogs. Such as, How to make home made playdough

How to paint with ice

Freezer paper transferring

How to raise chickens

How great an outdoor wood stove is

How I can get off the grid

How couponing has become a sport

That's all well and good, except,

My 22 month old still eats playdough

My 22 month old will suck on the ice

What am I transferring?

Chickens are great, until it's cold and freezing outside

We're renters

I'm really dreaming now

Coupons? I'm lucky I can remember to buy the Sunday paper!

Also, a lot of these blogs just seem too perfect! The perfect moments, captured on film. Where is the spilled popcorn during a church get together? (See above).

Is my child the only 22 month old out there that still eats everything? What do real stay-at-home moms do to fill their day?

I was searching to find the answers, but all I could come up with was a load of really great ideas that I couldn't do anything with! Sort of like when I was pregnant and dreaming of a wonderful, spiritual home birth...knowing full well that with Strep-B that would be impossible!

Can you relate? Always reading, searching for something that really, well, is probably unattainable? My life isn't perfect. All I can do is try. Taking it day by day, experience by experience, doing the best I can.

That's what this blog is about..an Imperfect Life.