Thursday, July 18, 2013

7 Quick Takes

Because I can.

Actually, I hope I can. Are there rules to linking up? I'm doing it anyway. Linking up with the lovely Conversion Diary. (Posting early because I'm tired and breastfeeding and never free during the day and I CAN)

1. Doctor Who. I cannot believe it took me so long to give into my husband's nagging (encouraging?) to watch this dang show (NuWho, not the "classics"). I am and always will be a Trekkie, just like Spock will always be Jim's friend...but I'm pretty sure once you meet The Doctor, sick bay just doesn't cut it, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. I. am. hooked.

2. We just got central air after three weeks without it. In July. With a newborn. Gracie is seven weeks tomorrow (and just slept six hours, thank You Jesus!), and if you had to guess on a scale from one to NEVER how much she's loved nursing off a 98 degree mom in a 98 degree house for what seems like 98 billion days, if you guessed NEVER you'd be right. Thankfully, this girl is so blessed sweet, she didn't fuss much about it. So, thank You Lord.

3. Speaking of temperaments in children. Let me preface this with the obvious fact that I am head over heels in love with my child(ren, but we're sticking to the older one here). I still like to smell his sweet baby breath when I get a bedtime snuggle with him (TMI? TMtoughcookies). I try to kiss and hug him so much that he feels entirely comfortable refusing 99% of them because he knows there's no affection shortage in the 5 or 10 day upcoming forecast. Hopefully, this kid is very secure in his parent's love. All that to say, either I was waaaay off about not having a strong willed first child, or maybe he just has a sore bottom from being knocked off the only-child throne, or maybe it's because he's two and a half years old and the "terrible two's" are, in fact, a thing....but these last few weeks have had me in legit tears, multiple times a day, and I do not have PPD. I have feeling-like-a-failmom-eritis. It sucks. My sweet and sensitive boy has become way too comfortable screaming "NO" to my husband and I, ignoring and blatantly defying instruction, shrieking all the live long day, and generally not listening to us. Because I love him, (and because, honestly, it infuriates me), we have to discipline him (warning -> timeout -> spanking, rinse, repeat till you're ready to put your head through the flipping patio door) and this makes for a very unhappy toddler. Which leads to more defiance. Which leads to more consequences. And then it's tears alllllllll around. At the end of the day, I JUST want my kid to listen, so that it will go well with him. To love and obey God, to love and obey his parents, and honestly, it would be nice to get a snuggle or smile or any semblance that he isn't mad at me forever. I think that right there is my problem, wanting my kid to like me and not be mad at me, but this is becoming a not quick take.

4. Crockpots. I have been trying to get BBQ pulled chicken on the table for two weeks now because my entire day is spent with a baby in arms or babe in sling which means my cooking skills have disintegrated to something very sad, which is sad enough without Trader Joe's selling me stinky chicken. For real. If I spend eight to thirteen dollars on one more pack of organic chicken breasts that look fine but knock me out with a rotten egg smell upon opening, I'm going to flip. Do they have any idea how near impossible it is to get a newborn and toddler through a shopping trip? Both times I've done it, I've sworn it was my last. AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR REFUNDS, JOE.

5. On the aforementioned trip to Trader Joe's, my sweet boy kept tearing all the price tags and laminate signs off the produce and shelves and cheese. He loves the cheese. I love my kid. And yet...After numerous directives and warnings that another removal of a sign would result in a handslap or spank in the bathroom, he waddled up to the canteloupes, grabbed the sign, and ripped it off.

See what I did there? Replaced The Captain with The Doctor? For reals, I am hooked.
I calmly grabbed his hand, and led (dragged) him to the bathroom, where I intended to explain to him why he needed a swat, why his actions had consequences, blah blah. Before I could get there, he managed to pinch his finger between the cart and the wall and howled so loud I swear people in the parking lot heard. Needless to say, he did not get a spanking, but I did get the benefit of the entire store thinking I was a horrid mom for supposedly beating her child.

6. Because I can't have all bad stories about my favorite stomping ground, the Joe, if you haven't had their Tuscan Melon, you should hop, skip, and jump your way to your local TJ's and buy four of them. Buy four, stick three in your fridge, and one in your pie hole, because these things are THE epitome of summer. Best melon you'll ever have, pinky promise. 

7. I miss church. By the time Grace gets her vax's at the end of this month and we return asap, it'll have been two and a half months that I've been gone. That's almost a quarter of the year. I miss church. I need it, just like the Bible says I do. I miss the gathering of the brethren. The sweet refreshment in my Spirit that comes form hearing the Gospel - that God loves us, sent His Son to die for our sin while we were still His enemies, that we could be forgiven and reconciled to Him now, and in the life beyond - that before I get up and fail for the first or fiftieth time that day, that it's been bought and paid for at the Cross and His mercies are new every morning, and I can boldly approach His throne of Grace - I need to hear the Gospel preached. Every day. I need to worship the Creator of heaven and earth, my Creator, the same One who made toddlers and homes and the hearts of men and moms alike. I need communion with Him, I need fellowship with my brothers and sisters, I need the laughs, the sincere division of soul and spirit, heart and flesh, bone and marrow that hearing the Word incurs. All of it. I miss church, and am I the only person that follows the 8-week-no-enclosed-crowds rule to the letter? If so, I'll be pissed and I'm bringing my next one to church a lot sooner. Probably. We all know I get a little hermity after a new babe. My most recent of which is currently scooching awake for a boob. Which means it's back to number 1 - catching up with another episode of Doctor Who :)

If you've stuck along for all of these, good for you, Glenn Coco!

Lots and lots of love, and hugs, and a bleary eyed stare,


  1. You are an incredible mom! I can't imagine going out alone with 2 kids... one is hard enough! And how did you survive the heat wave with no a/c and a newborn?!! We went to church with Anna Lynn at 4 weeks and I've spent most services in the baby/nursing room (and SO tired cuz she stays awake at night) so I just stayed home for the past 2 Sundays. We should definitely get together some time soon. I've been quite a hermit myself and I just miss being with people.

  2. Naw, it gets muuuuch easier the second time around!! Strangely enough, this week Korb turned a corner and it just got..easier lol.

    The heatwave sucked. We have great neighbors though, so we had their fans and borrowed window units for the last three insane days. Overall, it was a very sticky three weeks. Nursing literally sucked lol.

    Can you wear her during service so you can be in the sanctuary? I'm def trying that bc it gets real lonely real quick in the nursing room lol. I'd love to get together! Any days next week??