Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Fresh rolls
This is what happens when fresh rolls get made in our house. Yes, that's the baby, trying to eat rolls through the glass on the stove.... Hahaha!
Yeah I said it...
I'm sure most of you know I am prolife. In fact I am so prolife that I would probably vote for a candidate based solely on their stance against abortion. Ridiculous, I know, but that's how strongly I feel about it, and how much it breaks my heart.
I hurt for the babies who are robbed of their chance at life. I hurt for the moms who will be forever haunted by that memory. I hurt for the dads who are robbed of the opportunity to know their babies. Before you say no such thing, I have personally spoken to some. Here's a link for those of you who doubt. http://www.fatherhoodforever.org
So I'm sure from my giant family, and the fact that we are pregnant again and not planning on being done until God says so, that you can tell that I am not a big fan or birth control or planned parenthood. Needless to say, I'm not happy that our tax dollars go to paying for someone else's birth control or abortion. Your tax dollars don't pay for the kids I have, so why should I have to pay for the kids you don't want? We don't get WIC, food stamps, or even use public school money! Not that there is ANYTHING wrong with using these things, we just don't need it.
I think one of the most disturbing things to me about planned parenthood is their origins. In a nutshell, a woman started this as a birth control clinic, aimed at big families, but more so at BLACK families! Literally, she saw black people as less "fit" to reproduce and wanted them to stop. She even enlisted black pastors(unknowingly) into her plot, to get them to push their flock towards birth control. Big deal, some of you are thinking. It was almost 100 years ago, and birth control isn't that big of a deal.
Here's the deal though. It didn't stop there, as things rarely do. It's not like they adjusted fire and turned to just helping people. On the contrary, the majority of their clinics are in minority communities. African Americans are exponentially more likely to get an abortion! Why? Because they are being TARGETED! This makes me sick, really really sick. More sick than just plain abortion, this feels like GENOCIDE to me, yeah I said it. And I mean it. I'm am thoroughly disgusted.
Don't take my word for it, check it out for yourself. Do some research. Prepare yourself to be horrified. Prepare yourself to find how many people survive abortions, and become prolife advocates themselves. Here's a couple of links I found.
http://www.protectingblacklife.org/pdf/SE_Black_Genocide_Study.pdf
www.protectingblacklife.org
www.blackgenocide.org
http://theabortionsurvivors.com/
I hurt for the babies who are robbed of their chance at life. I hurt for the moms who will be forever haunted by that memory. I hurt for the dads who are robbed of the opportunity to know their babies. Before you say no such thing, I have personally spoken to some. Here's a link for those of you who doubt. http://www.fatherhoodforever.org
So I'm sure from my giant family, and the fact that we are pregnant again and not planning on being done until God says so, that you can tell that I am not a big fan or birth control or planned parenthood. Needless to say, I'm not happy that our tax dollars go to paying for someone else's birth control or abortion. Your tax dollars don't pay for the kids I have, so why should I have to pay for the kids you don't want? We don't get WIC, food stamps, or even use public school money! Not that there is ANYTHING wrong with using these things, we just don't need it.
I think one of the most disturbing things to me about planned parenthood is their origins. In a nutshell, a woman started this as a birth control clinic, aimed at big families, but more so at BLACK families! Literally, she saw black people as less "fit" to reproduce and wanted them to stop. She even enlisted black pastors(unknowingly) into her plot, to get them to push their flock towards birth control. Big deal, some of you are thinking. It was almost 100 years ago, and birth control isn't that big of a deal.
Here's the deal though. It didn't stop there, as things rarely do. It's not like they adjusted fire and turned to just helping people. On the contrary, the majority of their clinics are in minority communities. African Americans are exponentially more likely to get an abortion! Why? Because they are being TARGETED! This makes me sick, really really sick. More sick than just plain abortion, this feels like GENOCIDE to me, yeah I said it. And I mean it. I'm am thoroughly disgusted.
Don't take my word for it, check it out for yourself. Do some research. Prepare yourself to be horrified. Prepare yourself to find how many people survive abortions, and become prolife advocates themselves. Here's a couple of links I found.
http://www.protectingblacklife.org/pdf/SE_Black_Genocide_Study.pdf
www.protectingblacklife.org
www.blackgenocide.org
http://theabortionsurvivors.com/
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Home made Mac and cheese
Ok I haven't put up a recipe in awhile but I just tried to make home made mac and cheese, for the first time in 4 years, and it actually turned out GOOD this time! :) I winged it, so here's my recipe:
1 box of elbow macaroni(my box was 13.25oz)
8oz sour cream
8oz cheddar cheese(shredded)
4oz mozzarella cheese(shredded)
1TBS soy sauce
1TBS mustard
1/2TBS garlic powder
Preheat oven to 350. Cook the macaroni according to the box directions. Drain. Put the macaroni back in the pot you cooked it in, and add everything except the mozzarella cheese. Stir well. Put in a 13X9" pan and sprinkle the mozzarella cheese on top. Bake for 10 minutes or until the cheese is melted on top.
1 box of elbow macaroni(my box was 13.25oz)
8oz sour cream
8oz cheddar cheese(shredded)
4oz mozzarella cheese(shredded)
1TBS soy sauce
1TBS mustard
1/2TBS garlic powder
Preheat oven to 350. Cook the macaroni according to the box directions. Drain. Put the macaroni back in the pot you cooked it in, and add everything except the mozzarella cheese. Stir well. Put in a 13X9" pan and sprinkle the mozzarella cheese on top. Bake for 10 minutes or until the cheese is melted on top.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sibling fun
It never ceases to amaze me the things that pass for other things around here. I think you know what I'm talking about if you have more than a few kids! My kids are always finding new and inventive ideas for items. Below are 2 pics, the first is what passes for jewelry in our house. The second is what fun looks like here. I love watching my bigger kids come up with things to entertain the little ones! They love to play with their siblings. As I'm writing this my 8 year old is laying on a blanket he spread out for his 15 month old sister reading her a baby book. My 12 year old is snuggled up in a chair trying to get his 3 year old brother to read to him. It isn't always sweet around here. Already this morning I had to break up 2 arguments and convince 2 little girls that didn't want to clean their room to do it anyway. It makes me all that more thankful for the sweet moments in between the chaos!
Friday, October 19, 2012
A little sweetness
One of my beautiful daughters is a saucy little thing who often times says hurtful things trying to be funny and occasionally on purpose. So, when this particular child says something sweet, not only is it honest, it's very emotional for me.
This morning as I am changing quite possibly the most disgusting diaper ever(ok I might be exaggerating a little due to some pregnancy smell enhancement) she tells me one of the sweetest things. She says(and I'm paraphrasing due to pregnancy related memory loss) that babies don't really give any rewards. When I asked her what she meant, she told me that you get your rewards in heaven for taking care of babies since there aren't any rewards on earth for caring for a baby. Then she goes on to say that I must have a lot of rewards in heaven. I wanted to burst! She has no idea how sweet she was being, she was just saying what she thought was obvious.
But, I do get rewards here on earth. I get those first beautiful smiles, those precious tiny arms wrapped around me in a hug, one of their first words are almost always mama, and I get the joy of helping to point a child towards Christ. I love my kids. I don't think I'll get rewards in heaven for raising children, because I surely do get my rewards here on earth! Don't ever forget what a JOY raising babies, and later kids is when you are caught up in the hum drum of everyday poopy diaper business! :)
This morning as I am changing quite possibly the most disgusting diaper ever(ok I might be exaggerating a little due to some pregnancy smell enhancement) she tells me one of the sweetest things. She says(and I'm paraphrasing due to pregnancy related memory loss) that babies don't really give any rewards. When I asked her what she meant, she told me that you get your rewards in heaven for taking care of babies since there aren't any rewards on earth for caring for a baby. Then she goes on to say that I must have a lot of rewards in heaven. I wanted to burst! She has no idea how sweet she was being, she was just saying what she thought was obvious.
But, I do get rewards here on earth. I get those first beautiful smiles, those precious tiny arms wrapped around me in a hug, one of their first words are almost always mama, and I get the joy of helping to point a child towards Christ. I love my kids. I don't think I'll get rewards in heaven for raising children, because I surely do get my rewards here on earth! Don't ever forget what a JOY raising babies, and later kids is when you are caught up in the hum drum of everyday poopy diaper business! :)
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Becoming a man
So Gavin informed us a few months ago that he had planed some potatoes. It was forgotten, but not by him. He came to me yesterday and informed me, "Today is the day I am going to harvest my potatoes." Okay.....
He quickly finished his homework and chores and raced outside to get his potatoes. While he was finishing up there were many questions about his potatoes, mostly how many we needed for mashed potatoes or potato salad, and if we could use them for dinner tonight.
He then proceeded to tell me that he planted a whole potato. Now, not knowing much about potato growing except that you are supposed to cut them up before planting, I warned him that there may not be any potatoes. He was undeterred and raced out to harvest his potatoes.
This is what he found! He was so proud to help feed his family!
He quickly finished his homework and chores and raced outside to get his potatoes. While he was finishing up there were many questions about his potatoes, mostly how many we needed for mashed potatoes or potato salad, and if we could use them for dinner tonight.
He then proceeded to tell me that he planted a whole potato. Now, not knowing much about potato growing except that you are supposed to cut them up before planting, I warned him that there may not be any potatoes. He was undeterred and raced out to harvest his potatoes.
This is what he found! He was so proud to help feed his family!
Monday, October 15, 2012
Man plans, God laughs
Ok so I haven't updated in a while(big shocker!) so of course, yet again, there is like 5 million pages worth of news! Let's see, where to begin...
I guess I should start by saying how much I love the farm life, our house here in NC, our church family(they are especially fantastic), and our TONS of friends here. That being said, there's this thing, this big, terrible, awful, especially no good thing, called deployment.
I'm sure I've shared before that my husband is in the Army, and since all of my readers are my friends, I know you all already know! Him being in the Army means deployments, no big deal. I've done them before, 2 actually, back to back, a 12 month and a 15 month. These 2 make me by no means an expert by the way, some of my readers and closest friends have done 4, 5 , and even 6 of them(some 18 months!) with their super awesome husbands. I can't explain why, but this one is just different.
Anyway, my superman husband left for a month to go to NTC(National Training Center in Cali, for our non military friends) in July, and I came upon this sudden, terrifying realization. I can NOT do this for 9 months! What is 9 months really, in the grand scheme when you've done a 15 month? NOTHING! I don't know if it's because I have 2 more kids than the last one, or because my boys are of that super fun age where I need manly back up, or if it's because owning a home is terrifying when you have no one here to help. Regardless, I can't do it, and happily, I don't have to.
I have this super awesome, super supportive, super loving, big, loud(not quite as loud as me), simultaneously-get-on-your-last-nerve type of family who loves us so very much, that they are going to help us out. So here's the game plan at this point. Sell the house, move home. Lame right? NO! It's super awesome! My kids are super excited, I'm super excited, my parents are pretending to be super excited! It's going to be awesome, and if it isn't, well we'll make it work anyway! I get the backup I need, they get grandbaby fix.
And, speaking of grandbabies leads me to the very best most exciting part.... YEP! We are having a baby! This is baby 7 for us, and we are so over the moon we can't even describe it! I can't believe how blessed we are, and at the same time a little terrified at this HUGE responsibility God feels like we can handle. I think a measure of terrified dependence on God is right where we should be anyway.
P.S. My super funny daughter just heard me reading this out loud to my husband, who proofreads all my hilariousness, and she says, "Hey, that's just like you!" I said, "That's because it IS me, I just wrote that!" HAHA! I love my kids! :)
I guess I should start by saying how much I love the farm life, our house here in NC, our church family(they are especially fantastic), and our TONS of friends here. That being said, there's this thing, this big, terrible, awful, especially no good thing, called deployment.
I'm sure I've shared before that my husband is in the Army, and since all of my readers are my friends, I know you all already know! Him being in the Army means deployments, no big deal. I've done them before, 2 actually, back to back, a 12 month and a 15 month. These 2 make me by no means an expert by the way, some of my readers and closest friends have done 4, 5 , and even 6 of them(some 18 months!) with their super awesome husbands. I can't explain why, but this one is just different.
Anyway, my superman husband left for a month to go to NTC(National Training Center in Cali, for our non military friends) in July, and I came upon this sudden, terrifying realization. I can NOT do this for 9 months! What is 9 months really, in the grand scheme when you've done a 15 month? NOTHING! I don't know if it's because I have 2 more kids than the last one, or because my boys are of that super fun age where I need manly back up, or if it's because owning a home is terrifying when you have no one here to help. Regardless, I can't do it, and happily, I don't have to.
I have this super awesome, super supportive, super loving, big, loud(not quite as loud as me), simultaneously-get-on-your-last-nerve type of family who loves us so very much, that they are going to help us out. So here's the game plan at this point. Sell the house, move home. Lame right? NO! It's super awesome! My kids are super excited, I'm super excited, my parents are pretending to be super excited! It's going to be awesome, and if it isn't, well we'll make it work anyway! I get the backup I need, they get grandbaby fix.
And, speaking of grandbabies leads me to the very best most exciting part.... YEP! We are having a baby! This is baby 7 for us, and we are so over the moon we can't even describe it! I can't believe how blessed we are, and at the same time a little terrified at this HUGE responsibility God feels like we can handle. I think a measure of terrified dependence on God is right where we should be anyway.
P.S. My super funny daughter just heard me reading this out loud to my husband, who proofreads all my hilariousness, and she says, "Hey, that's just like you!" I said, "That's because it IS me, I just wrote that!" HAHA! I love my kids! :)
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