July 18, 2014
Day 408
It's a rare day that I have absolutely nowhere to go - I am enjoying
it! I have my to-do list and I am busy
staining the deck in-between crossing things off the list and tending to the
kids. David has been gone at camp all
week and I have missed him. He does such
a good job of running interference with all these short people for me! He comes home tomorrow afternoon and an
opportunity has arisen for me to go out with some women from my SS class in the
evening. I am thinking of putting David
on babysitting duty as soon as he gets home.
I shouldn't...but I probably will!
The week has been dominated by my mouth saga.
I have issues going on currently with my upper right side. In late May, an old filling cracked a molar
and the tooth completely crumbled. I
have a temporary crown in there and it's not visible when I smile. I am putting off the work until January when
my waiting period on my dental insurance is up.
Even with that, I'll still have a $2600 bill. I'm going to have to have an implant put in
and my dentist has warned me that the nerve is so close to the surface that it
could "go" at any time and then I'd have to have the work done
immediately, regardless of my waiting period.
To that end, I've been told to "baby" that side of my mouth
and I have been.
But then last weekend my upper left side started bothering me. I pinpointed the offending tooth and realized
it was one that has never had any dental work.
Presumably, I just needed a filling.
I fought irritation at first.
Monday, I was completely kid-free, which almost never happens. Will and David were up at camp, Ben was at
Genesis, and the Littles were with Mishelle - woo-hoo! Hours to tend to only me! And I
had to go the dentist...grrr....But, I forced myself to look at the bright
side, that I didn't have to scrounge for sitter and that my dentist could work
me in that day. Of course, I had to look
harder for that bright side when she informed me that the bothersome
tooth is holding up my bridge and because of that I'd have to see an
endodontist. I didn't have a cavity, but
needed a root canal. She sent me home on
antibiotics and hydrocodeine, which makes me drowsy. I ended up taking that
only at night because I just can't function in the day with codeine in my
system. Plus, I think 3 Advil work
faster anyway.
So, Mishelle took the kidlets for me again yesterday and Ben had Genesis and
I headed out to W. Des Moines to the endodontist. I was just sick over the money this was going
to cost me. But I guess that's what it's
(money) there for. I couldn't live on
Advil until January. The procedure
really wasn't bad. The dentist (surgeon?)
doing it was super nice and explained each step of the process to me. He sent me home on steroids because he said
the inflammation in there was really, really bad. The pharmacist warned me that the steroids
would make it hard to fall asleep and she was right. I forced myself to go down at midnight last
night (I had taken the pill at 1pm) but it still took a little bit to fall
asleep. From one extreme (with the pain
pills) to the other, I guess! I'm a
little achy today but it's not the pain I had earlier this week. And my face doesn't even look bruised, like
it has after some dental encounters. I'm
still thinking the best thing to do is to pull them all out and just get dentures...but
I've sunk too much money into my mouth now to do that!
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I used my new mower for the first time this week. When I was considering what kind of a mower
to get, riding or push, the boys moaned to me that it would take 3+ hours to
mow if I went with a push mower. We have
a third of an acre, but the house and garage sit on that, so it just makes for
a really large yard - which is great for a lot of kids. Not so great for mowing. I went with a fancy self-propelled mower for
a variety of reasons. Boy, this thing is
nice! It even starts with the push of a
button. I did end up with several
blisters on my hands and the callouses on my big toes sure were hurting
afterwards. I probably just need to wear
better shoes when mowing instead of my flip flops. It took me less than two hours to get the
whole thing done. I wore ear protectors
and just walked around and around, singing and praying while I worked. Maybe this will be good for my tummy flab,
too...
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Ellie got her nightgown on this week, waltzed into the kitchen, and asked,
"How Me look?" I'm quite sure
not a one of my boys ever asked me that, particularly when wearing their
pajamas! Nonplussed, I said, "Uh, pretty, I guess!" Delighted, Ellie twirled and exclaimed,
"Thank you, Mommy!"
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I heard on the radio this week that the boys' old pediatrician in Council
Bluffs has been arrested for having thousands of child porn images on his
computer. Yikes...I didn't use him all
that long. Back then, I was still
figuring out my own philosophies on child medical care and I went through
several years, especially after Ben was born, looking for the right fit for a
doctor for my kids. I really did not
find one until we moved out here. I do
remember that this particular doctor in Council Bluffs challenged me when I
told him I wanted Will to have the chicken pox vaccine, which was brand new
back then. I wish I would have listened
to him. But anyway...I'm guessing this
doctor is probably in his sixties by now.
Child porn possession is a federal crime so that means he'll be going
away for decades - essentially the rest of his life. I don't disagree with the punishment, but
this is why I warn and warn my boys about the danger of pornography. What can seem so innocent at first can
quickly morph into a raging, consuming monster of the mind that will cost its viewer everything.
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I followed a link on Facebook this week about the top 100 names (so far) of
2014. Five of my kids' names made it on
the lists. But, evidently, David isn't
all that popular anymore because names like "Hugo" and
"Gus" beat him out.
Seriously. At our medium-sized
church, there are 3 young men with the name of "David" so I am
guessing that 15-20 years ago, "David" would have made the list. I don't care.
When I was choosing names for the kids, I deliberately shied away from
overly-popular ones and focused more on meaning, as well as what I liked. We chose David's name to honor Paul's grandpa
and because of its meaning ("beloved"). Plus, I really, really like the Biblical
David. Still, I love to read these kind of lists.
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Tuesday was Baby Oliver's funeral.
It was nice- sad, but nice. Ellie
sure was a handful, though. You'd think
the kid had never sat through an entire church service the way she squirmed and
wriggled throughout the entire service.
Good grief! All three were quite
fascinated to see the tiny baby in his casket.
I couldn't resist stroking his face.
To my surprise, he was soft.
Maybe it was fine hair that babies are coated with after birth. I don't know.
Paul was just so hard, like a manniquin.
I remember hugging him in his coffin (and discovering by that how it is
they dress corpses - they split the clothing up the back) wishing desparetly
to feel some familiarity, but not finding it.
The pad underneath his thumb was still fleshy, though, so I remember I
kept stroking and squeezing that part of him.
They chose a large cemetery for Oliver that has a special
"Babyland" section. I loved
it. It was such a mixture of sweetness
and sadness as I walked around, reading the other gravestones. Sam and Lizzie were quite enamoured by it,
too, and kept asking me to read the stones to them.
A couple of days later, Sam said to me, quite earnestly, "We can never
again see or touch Baby Oliver here on earth - only in Heaven." I've sensed that he is beginning to view
Heaven as a very real place, not just this nebulous location that's talked
about in church. Earlier this week, we'd
been talking about how people exist either here on earth or up in Heaven, but
not in both places at once. Since then,
Sam has had a few questions about what Heaven is like and where exactly it is
and so forth.
I told Sam he was right and commented that maybe Dad had already met Oliver
and talked to him. Lizzie piped up,
"No, I bet he's holding him, like this!" And she made a cradling
motion with her arms. So sweet. If there's one good thing that can come out
of facing death at such a tender age, it's that my kids are gaining a
perspective and understanding that most children their age do not have, for
lack of experience. As parents, we want
to protect our children from sad and painful experiences, but this is really a
good thing for them, I think.
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One moment, they'll be saying sweet things and demonstrating understanding
beyond their years and the next they are back to being onery little kids
again! Lizzie found me in the house one
day this week and demanded to know if it was true that in China, boys have the
babies! I looked up at Sam and he had
his hands over his mouth, covering a smirk, no doubt. Brothers!
Sam very seriously told us a few days ago, "I know now who I'm going
to marry someday." All the nagging
and pleading from his sisters could not get him to divulge that little tidbit
of information, though. That is all he'd
say - just enough to arouse intense curiousity.
He's like his dad in that way! I
guess we'll all have to wait to find out who is on his mind!
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A new book for the girls arrived early this week. It's called, "The Colors of
Us." I've been ordering books here
and there off Amazon for the girls in recent months. Sam calls them, "black girl books"
and so that's what Lizzie and Ellie call them now, too! Totally politically incorrect, I'm sure...But
I realized sometime this last year that we have no childrens books featuring
black children that I'm aware of. I've
written before how I don't want the girls growing up thinking there is
something special about one race over another (that can go a myriad of
directions) but at the same time I know they desire to identify with those that
look similar to themselves. So anyway,
this book arrived and it is so neat!
It's about a little girl who obviously lives in a very multi-cultural
diverse area (probably the inner city, judging by the illustrations). My adoption Facebook groups tell me that if I
want to be a "good" adoptive parent that this is what I must do -
pack up and move somewhere where my children can interact and identify with
others of like skin color. I live in
central Iowa in farm country. It's not
going to happen. I'm not even going to
take them to cultural events out here because most of them occur in very unsafe
areas of Des Moines. But we may try for
some out-of-town events when the girls get older.
Anyway, this book opens up to a two-page spread of hands of all different colors, from white to black black. The girls and Sam had such fun matching their own hands to this page! It was so neat for me to watch them. From there, the three of them started holding their arms against eachother, comparing colors. All this time I've thought Ellie was darker than Lizzie, but arms together, they seem to be the exact same shade of brown. Although, Lizzie has darkened this summer with all her time in the pool (yes, black people DO tan, I've discovered!). The book was delightful and I'm so glad I got it. After we read it, we were able to have a really good discussion about God's love of color and variety and how no one color of skin is better or worse than the other, etc.
Anyway, this book opens up to a two-page spread of hands of all different colors, from white to black black. The girls and Sam had such fun matching their own hands to this page! It was so neat for me to watch them. From there, the three of them started holding their arms against eachother, comparing colors. All this time I've thought Ellie was darker than Lizzie, but arms together, they seem to be the exact same shade of brown. Although, Lizzie has darkened this summer with all her time in the pool (yes, black people DO tan, I've discovered!). The book was delightful and I'm so glad I got it. After we read it, we were able to have a really good discussion about God's love of color and variety and how no one color of skin is better or worse than the other, etc.
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After months of not dreaming once about Paul, I've had a couple close
together. I'm not sure why. They have not been especially poignant
dreams. I haven't sensed any
"messages" from beyond the grave in them. But they've been nice to have, just the same. I don't even remember the first one all that
well anymore. I just know Paul was in it
and I was talking to him. In the second,
Paul had come back, but I was very conscious of the fact that his time with us
was going to be limited. We were headed
to church and I realized that only the kids were in the van with me. I wondered out loud why Paul had not gone
with us. In my dream, Will looked at me
and said, "Because Dad knew that if he came, you would only been looking
at him and not paying attention in church." There might be a message in that one. I hope I have some more dreams sometime. They're comforting, even if they are
nonsensical at times.
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My pictures arrived yesterday! I've
eagerly been awaiting them ever since I got the email last weekend letting me
know they had shipped. These are the
canvas prints I ordered from a website Julie suggested. They were inexpensive and so perfect! I ordered a 20X25 one of our family standing
at Paul's grave for the living room. The
thing is huge! It's a good thing
I like how I look in the picture or I might be wincing every single time I walk
into the living room for the next 3 years (when I plan to get new family pics
done)!
I also ordered a 10X14 canvas of the picture of our hands surrounding
Paul's Bible which is laying on top of the quilt made out of his clothing. I LOVE this picture. Paul was especially fond of 1Corinthians 13 and had the entire chapter
memorized and would often quote from it.
When we were dating he had begun a rather exhaustive project of coloring
different passages in the Bible, differentiating topic with certain color. You can clearly see that in the pages that
are opened for this picture. I gave the
Bible to David. I know he will treasure
it.
So, I had this whole idea planned out for that picture. Rarely do things work out as well in real
life as they do in our minds. But this
one did! I had a blank wall in my
kitchen that I was kind of saving for pictures of my grandchildren. But considering that I am years away yet from
grandmotherhood, I decided to go ahead and claim that wall now. I bought 19 cheap 5X7 and mostly 4X6 frames
from Hobby Lobby. Even cheap, that many
sure added up! I spraypainted them all a
shiny deep red color (have I mentioned how much I love spray paint? I think I have...) and framed prints from our
photo taking sesion. I hung the canvas
Bible print in the middle and then strategically hung the smaller prints around
it. I love it!
It did occur to me, though, that anyone who walks into our home might
develop the impression that I have a rather elevated opinion of myself and the
kids, to have surrounded myself with so many photos! I really don't think I do. The pictures just make me happy. I was thinking about previous
generations. When Mom and Dad would
dress their kids in their best and Dad would tighten his skinny tie and Mom
would snap her long gloves into place and carefully balance her pillbox hat
onto her stiff, coiled hair and head down to the local photographer's studio,
what did they come home with? I'm
thinking it was probably nothing more than an 8X10 black and white shot that
would sit, framed, on top of the tv console.
I seriously doubt they would hang 20 pictures of themselves in their
home! But then I thought back further to
the times of royalty when the rich would commission painters to put their images
onto canvas or sheepskin or whatever.
Those were not tiny little prints!
Oh well. It really doesn't
matter. I've always enjoyed getting new
pictures done, even if it's just the kids' annual birthday shots. This particular photo shoot was especially
poignant, of course. For one thing, it
ended up being done one year to the day after we had originally scheduled
family pictures. We were supposed to do
them June 8 of last year. But Paul died
and I didn't feel up to doing pictures without him for a long time. And then a lot of these shots were taken at
his grave. That's kind of ghoulish in
one sense, but comforting in the other.
In fact, if you look closely, you can see Paul in the shots since I have
a photo of us on the gravestone. To me
it's a tangible reminder of what I told the kids the morning I had to tell them
their dad had died in the night - we are still a family. We may be floundering at times and wondering
which side is up and not sure of our next step, but we're a family.
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My new book arrived today. It's
called, "Widows Wear Stilettos."
The subtitle is "A practical and emotional guide for the Young
Widow." I ordered it strictly
because the title makes me smile. It's
not a Christian book that I am aware of and I
may find things I can't agree with, but hopefully, something will be
helpful. If nothing else, I'll just grin
every time I pick it up and read the title!
I did recently learn the Elisabeth Elliot has a book dealing with
widowhood. I had wondered if she did but
had not been successful in finding anything.
But apparently one of her books she wrote in between husbands (she is on
her 3rd marriage, having been widowed twice) deals extensively with that. The title has "Lonliness" in
it. Anyway, I want to order that one,
too. Elisabeth Elliott and Dr. Laura
Schlessinger did more to shape my early attitudes about marriage and motherhood
than anyone else in the world, I think.
I am grateful to those women. I
didn't know them personally, but they were mentors to me when I needed them
most.
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Three things that are making me smile this week. Well, three things not including the relief that my unplanned for root canal
brought...
1) Pinterest I actually set up
an account over a year ago but never figured how to use it and didn't take the
time to do so. Over July 4th, Kirsti sat
down with me and showed me how to navigate.
I am in love! I now have so many
ideas for cooking and decorating and fun times with the kids. I even accidentally deleted a board last
night but it didn't cause me too much angst because I know I'll find other
stuff to fill it up again pretty fast.
I'll have to live another 100 years (which I definitely don't want to
do) in order to use all the ideas I'm finding, but it's fun to think that
sometime I might try them all.
2) Weird Al My boys have been
crazy about his parodies since they discovered him during their pre-teen
years. I've always endured him with
rolled eyeballs, although some of his songs are pretty good. I might even admit to having one or two of
his songs on my mp3 player. This week he
released a parody of "Blurred Lines" (which is not a very appropriate
song) called, "Word Crimes."
My writerly friends are going crazy over this version and I have to
admit, I sat and watched it today and howled throughout most of it. Here's the link: Word Crimes
3) Peach Mango Mio I had a
coupon for Mio drink flavoring when grocery shopping a couple of weeks
ago. I picked up this flavor and have
been using it in my Soda Stream. Oh,
wow...I may never drink Coke ever again!
I hope all my readers are finding things to make them happy this week, too!
