Sunday, December 23, 2012

White Christmas

Hi,

I took a little break from blogging after the Connecticut shooting. There was really just nothing I could add to what had already been said, and none of the usual frivolity that's posted here felt appropriate. I shared in the profound grief that is felt by so many, and I pray for the comfort of the families left behind, especially during the Holidays. I repeat my previous prayer; Maranatha, Lord. And may the God of all peace be with all our hearts.

Around here, our whole family is sharing in the generous gift a special someone brought home from her vacation. (Hint: it's a cold :) ) We're all fine though and Bucci-in-utero gets the gift that keeps on giving - antibodies! Joking aside, my mom also brought home two of the prettiest mantillas I've ever seen :) Thanks maaaaaaa!

I cut all my hair off (imagine a creepy bag of hair picture here) but I got two 10"+ ponytails to send to Locks of Love and that made me really happy. Bonus, I look and feel very pretty and can now do so many pretty things with my hair instead of putting it in a bun. Special props to Kate Naylor, stylist extraordinaire who specializes in making this pregnant mom of a toddler look pretty dang fine.  

I got my first B+ in college. Please circle any of the following excuses and submit to my future employer:
A) First trimester nausea/exhaustion/indifference/babymaking
B) Toddler. That's all you need to know.
C) Sociology on a community college level is basically a class telling you different people's theories about everything and anything with conflicting studies to show you why each of them could be both right and wrong. I found this so annoying that I really couldn't force myself to absorb some of it. Basically, I could get into an argument with myself and come up with better reasoning than some of the material presented. It was that special.
D) All of the above.

Regardless, we're all very thankful to be together with family for Christmas, in good health besides the sniffles, and celebrating the birth of our Savior. I hope your holidays are a blessing to you all! And I hope we get some snow.

Love,
Me

Monday, December 10, 2012

You can't see what I wore Sunday.

Why?

A) We downgraded (my FAVORITE hobby as of late - I am not kidding. Can I cut the cost/clutter/crap out of an area of our lives for the greater benefit? I'm in.) our fancy shmancy iPhones that cost almost as much monthly as my car lease does, in exchange for going with Virgin Mobile. Previous phone bill: $150/month. Current phone bill: $75/month. And that extra five is only because I genuinely NEED the $5/month insurance, what with my rampant phone dropping skills. Next to go is the cable. Anyway, with the downgrade came a downgraded camera on said phones, so until I find a way to make 3.5MP look blog worthy, you'll just have to use your imagination.

B) Part of my outfit was this skirt:


...except instead of some weird dupioni silk curtain-turned-skirt, it was burgundy corduroy. NOW picture the back zipper, but instead of it being invisible or of a matching burgundy shade, it was bright yellow and not so invisible. Love the skirt. Love that it fits over the baby bump. Don't love the zipper. I also don't hate it enough to take it out and re-do it invisibly. (I KNOW someone out there shares my HATRED for sewing invisible zippers.) 

C) We slept in till 7:15am, had an 8:30am service, rushed home to try and force-nap the critter (failed), and rushed to a Christmas party (WIN!). I just didn't have it in me to find a flattering angle and lighting.

So, black shirt, red peplum bump hiding skirt, black legging, black pumps, and cream lace headcover. That's all I got, folks.

~

In botany news, I've been to Longwood Gardens twice in the last four days. Dear Husband buys me a membership every year for Mother's Day and it is a haven and a refuge for me. When I bring the critter, it's a little less refuge and a little more running, but it is a gift from God to me. I can breathe and rest and smell and rest and breathe and rest some more. I have always found great comfort in creation, and although DuPont had more than a little bit of a hand in building this place, it never fails to comfort me and render me thankful to God for making all that He did. I do have a minor conflict of interest that DuPont is in cahoots with Monsanto (I believe?), but I don't have the strength to complain about it now, and to me, Longwood will always be untouched.

My favorite smell in the place is Cinnamon Wattle (Acacia). While this is literally the weed of weeds where it grows in it's native Australia, Longwood is the last place it is cultivated in the U.S. I asked today if I snatched a cutting, would it propagate with a little root hormone....sadly, no :/ So, the only place to get my fix for this particular Acacia species is an hour away, in a hallway tucked behind a rainforest, between the orchids, ferns, and main atrium. Oh well, I'll take it :)

Korban loves the children's garden (so do I), and we ALL love the food. The BEST mushroom soup I've ever had was at Longwood, and their polenta with mushroom ragout is another favorite of mine. It doesn't hurt that it's right outside Kennett Square, the mushroom capital of something. The world? The country? Anyway, great fungi there. It doesn't matter if it's snowing, raining, or four thousand degrees outside...once you step into the conservatory, you're transported to another world. I want to start collecting little terrariums or wardian cases and bringing home little plantlets from there on each trip.

Are you still reading? I almost fell asleep writing that last sentence. Hope your weekend was everything that is good and lovely.

Love,


Thursday, December 6, 2012

Anecdote

So, our son is a very happy, very well adjusted, very verbose two year old...around close friends and family. If he hasn't seen you for more than a week (or ever, if you are a friendly stranger), chances are good that when you say "Hi!" he will tuck his chin or just stare at you with his big, beautiful blue eyes. I have spent the last three MONTHS prodding, poking, and pushing him to say "hi," encouraging him to "not be so shy", excusing him to well meaning adults and kids saying "oh, he's just my shy guy", etc, you get the idea. I never felt comfortable with it, but lately I've really been thinking that I not only don't want to label him as "shy", I don't want him to think there's something wrong with being reserved or introverted; it takes all types of people to make this world, and if the Good Lord gave my son a gift of meekness in the temperament department, who am I to argue? Or make him feel like something's wrong?

Case in point: We took a trek to my favorite place for "Jesus walks" today, Longwood Gardens. I love going here alone, with family, when I need to think, when I need to get away, or in today's case, when I desperately need to get out of the house, into the sun, and surrounded by nature in a balmy 76 degree environment. I've been stuck in the house since Tuesday, thanks to the WORST timed trip to the ER thanks to a stupid-cyst-feigning-as-appendicitis-on-date-night, but ANYWAY - I needed to get out. So get out we did, Korb walked the entire Conservatory by himself (a first!) and we had a great time. Along the way, a polite older gentleman tried to strike up a conversation with him, and he answered as usual, with an aversion and a head tuck. Instead of making a big deal or trying to make him say hi, I just let him be him, and the man said "Oh, he's shy, isn't he?". Not wanting him to feel pressured, I said "He can be sometimes, but it's okay!" and we just kept going. When we were about 15 feet away, Korban said "Sorry mommy. I sorry mommy."


:/


Mom fail. Even with a recent realization that it probably wasn't beneficial to him to call him shy, he'd already gotten the message that he had done something wrong in the interaction. I told him oh no, there's nothing to apologize for, that he's mommy's good boy and if he wants to talk, he can, and if he doesn't want to talk to someone, that's okay too, and it's nothing to apologize for and that it's just the way God made him, and that's perfectly fine, etc etc but man did I feel like a jerk. SO, I called up my best friend, Dr. Google, and found this great article from Dr. Sears that I wish I had found three months ago about how to not be a failure as a parent and make your kid feel shame for his God given, wonderful personality. My new go-to redirection for well meaning folks that call him shy: "He's not shy, he's a good listener", or "He's just very observant", both of which are true. Also, don't hold me to that first one when I call his name ten times and he pretends not to hear me.

Anyway, any stories of your own in how to approach interactions with adults or strangers in a polite way that doesn't leave your more reserved children feeling like weirdos? I'm all ears. Also, I'm still looking for the instruction booklet that didn't come with this kid. Hopefully the next one will come with two.

Much love,

I finally look pregnant.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

What I Wore Sunday!

I DID IT. Linking up with the ladies of Fine Linen And Purple, I present: What I Wore Sunday!



Ignore my left alien hand doing the robot. Please excuse my sweet critter trying to flash you my "baby button". I think I confused him a bit with the whole 'baby is in mommy's belly/mommy also has a bellybutton'.

My technicolor dreamoutfit is composed of...
Snood: Target from ten years ago.
Shirt: Gift from me madre, Kohl's Maternity, I believe?
Materni-pants: Old Navy Maternity.
Shoes: Gift from my beffy 5 years ago.
Korban's Outfit: Carters and Car Slippers.



I didn't think twice before wearing heels to my first day in the Preschool room of our children's ministry, but let me tell you, I'm thinking twice for next time. Those chairs are SHORT. Those tables are TINY. My whole body self is NOT. I looked like a spider squatting and crab walking all over that room today. Gangliness aside, today was a REAL blast! I honestly LOVE the whole 2-4 year old age, and if I ever had to go back to work before my kids were in school, I think it'd be at a nursery school or something, cuz today was just FUN. Side-note, shoutout to my Shearer's, I cannot get enough of your kid.

In other church news, we had our first service in our new renovated building today. It was beautiful. We expanded our crowded main hall into a glass atrium, and you can pretty much guarantee if I'm not somewhere I should be, it's because I'm photosynthesizing somewhere in that atrium. Seriously. I have chloroplasts in my retinas that take the place of all the rods and cones I'm missing, and I NEED sunlight for a certain number of hours a day. If you're looking for me, you know where to start. If I'm not there, check the loo, where I'm sure to be peeing for the billionth time that day (thank you, baby.)

While absorbing my precious, precious Vitamin D, I spotted a woman wearing a headscarf tied just enough to make me think it was intentional as a headcovering, and like the weirdo I am, I had to see if we were, in fact, sisters of the 1 Corinthians 11 variety. It turns out that she had noticed MY snood in service and had bet I was wearing it as a headcovering! - I tell you, we can spot each other a mile away. I was SO excited to make a new friend that I did the running man, even in those heels. Unfortunately, she goes to church in another state, but my day was certainly made either way! It's the little things, I tell you. Also, she wears the tichel, which I've never tried, so now I have a fun new thing to learn.  I have a future blog post on the docket about how and why I decided to wear the headcovering, but aside from the doctrinal reasons, it has become my favorite thing to put on on a Sunday. It is just so feminine and beautiful in a way that has nothing to do with the fabric or aesthetics of it... I can't quite put it into words, but I just love being a woman, and I love that God gave women the gift of femininity.

Welp, I hope your Sunday was full of peace, gladness, and joy!
Much love,
Chelsea

Saturday, December 1, 2012

What I Wore Sunday...almost

So, one of my favorite bloggers (Grace at Camp Patton) started linking up with the ladies of Fine Linen And Purple a few weeks ago on a post called "What I Wore Sunday". I love. love. LOVE. this weekly blog "segment" because it's just cute, modest church outfits. I love getting dressed up for church because I think Church is very special, and it's a very very welcome reprieve from my mom uniform of glasses that are too big for my face, sweatjamas, house slippers, and bi-weekly washed hair. Eventually I put normal clothes on. If I'm going outside the house. Okay, outside the car.

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Anyway, the last two weeks I got all excited to have my husband take pics and then link up with the ladies, but as a first-time linker, I got shy. Two weeks in a row. Shy about linking a blog post with a group of like-hearted Christian women who are posting pictures of sweet, modest outfits appropriate for Church. I can't roll my eyes at myself any harder, so feel free to join in. Completely unrelated, whenever I think of eye rolls I think of this hilarious picture that honestly, honestly makes me laugh out loud for at least a minute.




Right?!?! I can't stop laughing! I know it's GOOGLY EYES and not rolled eyes, but next time someone rolls their eyes at you, think of this. Is there anything funnier than googly eyes?







I just found a website called allgoogly.com, so my evening's about to be gone.


Anyway, fun times tomorrow linking up with "What I Wore Sunday"!


PLUS IT'S ADVENT!!!!!!

Love,