Morphing the Blog

I am in the process of refining my idea of blogging. When I first began this blog, I needed it.  I was depressed, lost, and searching for any way to feel alive. Now, I am trying to simplify my life, focus my energy, and still remain sane.  Therefore, I am going to try to keep my posts simple.  Probably a lot of bullet points, some lists, and mostly quick tips relating to family life. If I start to babble....stop reading!! 

Vasectomy Schmasectomy!!!

So, here I am 4 years later, and another kid!  Here is the short version...

• Husband has vasectomy after 4th girl, family physician unable to accomplish the task.
• We decide...eh...one more?
• Boy number one...Jack.
• Needs a playmate...boy number two, Jesse!
• VASECTOMY redone!  By a specialist, tested and found to be sterile 3 months later.
• December of 2009...I am pregnant with number 7, 4 months after husband was declared sterile...and yes, I was faithful.  
• Welcome number 7...Libby.

God Rocks!!

O.K. So, when it rains it pours, right?!?! Well, I have learned that the saying also applies to blessings. We are blessed enough right now to be able to remodel (fix the broken, run down, and non-functional) kitchen. My brother-in-law is going to help with the installation and also works for a cabinet company and can get us the cabinets at cost. I am sooooo excited. I am now 33, and this is the first time I am going to be able to remodel anything more than painting the walls. I may even be able to get matching curtains!!!! On top of that, we have been budgeting to replace our water heater that is 21 years old. Well, we just found out that someone is replacing their 10 year old, perfectly good water heater, and we are the blessed receivers of this glorious machine. Now, we may be able to replace the carpeting in our basement, too!! Thank you, God, for taking care of my ever growing family. Thank you for ALWAYS providing.

More training

I do believe I have stumbled upon a revelation. I need more training. As I am cleaning out our family closet, finding many things that do not belong there, I realize that most of these objects that mysteriously end up being stuffed in between clothing belong to the same child over and over again. And the next thought through my head is, man she really needs "boot camp" again. (Boot camp for us is when we take a week and focus more on discipline and training, than on anything else with that child.) Then, not even a flicker of a second later, "she's just like you", runs through my mind. CRAP. I still need more training. I need to lead by example.

I did not learn a lot of life's simpler lessons until my adult years, and I am still working on half of them. Some examples of those rules are:

• Pick up after yourself.
• Do it right the first time.
• Don't wait 'til tomorrow.
• If it's worth doing it is worth doing right.
• God is a god of order, and there is a reason for order.
  

I am an extrovert. I love the party, and I fear missing out on the fun. My daughter, Julie, is a carbon copy of me. If there is even the hint that something more exciting is happening on the other side of the wall, everything must be dropped, or at least finished extremely fast with no regards to the quality of the work, and fun must be had. I find it really humbling to say, but I am still like that. My dresser still has a pile of stuff on it, that I put there because I wanted to get on with the fun instead of taking the 3 extra steps it may take to put it in the right spot (my house is tiny). And I am doing it right now. I should be cleaning, instead I am writing, because this is more fun (and I am even taking a beating from myself). All I have to say is WOW. I think I need to chew on this some more. Back to cleaning, unless I find something else more enticing!!