Right To Choose

We've been excited about spring around here.  Normally I'd go to the nursery around Mother's Day, pick up the relatively mature garden plants I want, and plop them in the garden.  I'd also pay from $2-5 per plant.

I'm feelin' cheap this year (who isn't?), so decided to have a little forethought instead and plant my garden in the house from seeds.  I'll transplant them into the garden when they're a little bigger.

Here are my tomato plants.  But how do you know, you ask?  They sure don't look much like tomato plants.

It's true.  They don't look like tomato plants one bit yet.  They look a lot like most other plants as they sprout from the ground.  But that little one poking it's head out of the dirt?  It is a tomato plant.

And do you know what?  If I put this plant outside right now, it would die.  It's far too fragile to live through the cold nights and sunny days quite yet.  We'll have to let it grow a bit before it can live on it's own outside the safety of my home.  But still, it is a tomato plant.


Well, would you look at that...these bigger plants are starting to resemble tomato plants just a little bit!  If you've seen a mature tomato plant, you could compare leaves and conclude that this little plant is, indeed, a tomato plant.  

It can't be a tomato plant, you say?  Because it doesn't have any tomatoes on it.  It's true.  This little plant doesn't have any tomatoes yet.  In fact, it might never!  It might whither under the hot sun and die.  It might freeze one night.  It might even grow healthy and strong, and still not produce fruit.  And if it does...who knows what kind of fruit it will produce...big tomatoes?  small tomatoes?  red? orange? yellow?  

It doesn't matter though.  Regardless of it's future fruit (or lack of fruit).  It is a tomato plant right NOW.

But what if I don't WANT a tomato plant?  I'd rather it be a different kind of plant - strawberry maybe.  Actually, maybe I don't want a plant at all.  I'll have to water, weed, and otherwise care for this little plant if it's to grow healthy and strong.  Ack - responsibility.  I have better things to do.

Still.  Whether I want it to be a tomato plant or something else, doesn't change the fact: this is a tomato plant.

And even still.  Whether I want to take responsibility to care for this little plant or not, doesn't change the fact: this is a tomato plant.


Still not convinced that those are tomato plants?  Here's a good way to figure out what it is:

I took plain potting soil, added some seeds from this packet, and watered them.  A few days later, the number of little plants that sprouted up matched the number of seeds I'd put in each little plot of soil.  

Sure enough.  These are tomato plants.

They're growing.
They're maturing.
They're taking nutrients from the soil, air, water, and sun.
They're more recognizable as mature tomato plants every day.

Tomato.  Plants.

So now I have a choice.  What to do?

I may choose to nurture these little plants and to allow them to grow to their full potential.

I may choose to end their life.  I can pluck them right out of the ground, and toss them in the compost bin.

What I may NOT choose, however, is to simply rename these little plants "strawberry plants" or "weeds" or "nothing" or "inconvenient"...and expect the facts to change.  It's a tomato plant no matter what I call it or how badly I want it to be different.

I have a choice, yes.  A "Right To Choose" some might even call it.  But my choice is to end the life of this tomato plant or not.  

Nothing more (as if there could be something more), and nothing less.  

Please choose very carefully.

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Goin' eHow Crazy (gingersnaps & handling a bully)


Seriously, are you sick of the phrase "I wrote another article" on this blog yet?  I sort of am!  I just love eHow though - it totally appeals to the OCD in me...that tidy list of articles all sorted and organized and easy to print.  Purrrr ;-)


So...I wrote another article.  Two actually.   The first is a recipe for those amazing cookies up there (thanks to my good friend Michele), and the second is about helping your school-aged child deal with bullying.  

It was just a few months ago that Ben sort of casually announced "there's a bully at my school".  After a brief conversation, I realized that it was MY boy who was being bullied. 

LET ME AT THAT PUNK!

But then I realized that this was an opportunity.  I taught Ben how to handle the bully, and now Ben (and his friends) seem to be immune to little Mr. Tough Guy.  And my boy?  His confidence shot through the roof.  It was a joy to see.

Anyway...here are those articles if you're interested.  As always, I appreciate your rating and recommendations :-)


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Not Bad

This is the view while on one of my favorite runs.  Not bad, eh?


These shots were taken a month or so ago - the trees are greening up and there's not nearly that much snow on the mountains now...which is a good thing.  It means it's almost time to plant my little garden.  Mmmm...raspberries, tomatoes, onions, oh my!

In other news, Samantha has decided that we all need pretend names.  She's names herself "Broccoli the Wildcat".  Daddy is now "Carrot".  Thomas is "Fwobber" (Slobber). Clara is "Clara" (running out of creative juices, maybe?).  And I...are you ready for this...am "Sausage".

That's just lovely.

Maybe I should be enjoying the view a little more frequently.

PS.  Mom and Dad...Megan and Tony, will you please move to Idaho already?

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Spring Cleaning - Another eHow Article

I wrote another Spring Cleaning article!  This one is about spring cleaning bathrooms.  A necessary job...but one that makes me feel like I have to take a shower just thinking about it.  


I'm tempted to call my local veterinarian to find out where I can buy some of those rubber gloves that stretch all  the way to the shoulder ;-)

One of my favorite things about eHow is the ads that run with the articles.  I find that when I check out articles I'm interested in, I get all sorts of links to neat products and tips in the ads that run on those articles.  Cool deal!  Don't get me wrong...I also like them because that's how an eHow writer is compensated (by folks clicking on the ads on their articles).  

This isn't a plug to encourage you to click on ads for the sake of clicking (although I KNOW it sounds like it) - just drawing your attention to the fact that some of those ads are pretty useful.  I think my eHow "friends" must love me with all my ad clicking :-)

Anwyay - here's the article : How to Spring Clean Your Bathrooms

Hope you like it.  I'm going to continue with these Spring Cleaning articles - any requests for the next room I should focus on?  How about requests for any article at all?    

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Being Still


One of my favorite Bible verses is Psalm 46:10 ~ "Be still and know that I am God." If I had to sum up this week? I'd have to do it with that beautiful verse.

This has been a week of being still. Being still, focusing on God, and evaluating my life a little bit. I didn't plan this. I didn't think "hmmm...I feel a little directionless. I need some guidance and so I'll seek His face." It was more like..."Nothing else seems to matter to me right now. The deepest desire of my heart right now is to just...be still."

It's like He called me to be still this week.

(And to do a lot of sitting on the couch, but that had less to do with a spiritual journey and more to do with the fact that I could barely stand for days after running last weekend's half marathon.)

And big surprise - I had my own little revelation during all that stillness. What is it, you ask? It is this:

I am living my grandest dream. Right. Now.

It sounds so small and cliche to just say it like that. There's really no other way to express it though.

I started the week feeling frustrated and discouraged about so many areas of my life. All this working, striving, hoping, planning...for what? It seems that nothing is going the way I'd like it to...like all of my work is for nothing.  And even when things go my way, it's not quite as soul-satisfying as I'd expected it to be.  Also, I have so many things I want to do in this short life of mine, so many dreams to chase. Where to start? Where to focus? Am I on the right path? How will this turn out?

And then, somewhere in the middle of my whining, that beautiful and gentle still small voice made it clear to me:

The greatest longing of my heart EVER? It's been to be a wife and mom. And just LOOK! God answered my prayers. I'm crazy in love with my husband. I have four incredible children. It happened. The greatest dream of my life...God gave it to me!

And what am I doing with this dream come true? I'm spending my time wishing it away! I'm spending my seconds and minutes and hours planning for a future that I'm not really even in control of! I'm WASTING the best part of my life!

Now, if you had pointed out this fact to me a month or so ago, I would have sighed and said "I know". And intellectually, I would have known. But I would have known it only with my head. Now? I know it with my heart and soul, from the tip of my head to my stubby little toes.  It really sunk in.  

Don't you love it when God does that in you?  I do.

Since the incredible moment that this truth pierced my heart and soul, I've looked at my life so differently.  Instead of just getting through these tough days of taking care of small children and the monotony of never-ending housework, I've been able to look at things with fresh eyes. 

Just look at all this laundry.  Just look at these dishes.  I get to spend my days taking care of the most incredible people and a beautiful home.  This was my dream.  It's happening right now!

Ack, Thomas, why won't you go down for a nap?  Never mind writing a blog post of processing photos, sit on the couch with me little one.  Let me kiss your soft cheek.  God answered my prayers with you, my sweet little boy.  You are my dream come true. 

This is my life.  My only life.  And it's absolutely spectacular!  It's my greatest and most passionate dream come true.  What an incredible gift.  

Anything past what's in front of me at this very moment?  It's extra.  Gravy.

And although anything else might seem small in comparison to the grandness that is my life right now?  I'm still so excited to see what it is...because God...the God who created the heavens and the earth...HE is the author of my little life!  And He has such a magnificent way of totally blowing me away!  

It sure is great to be his kid.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."  Jeremiah 29:11

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Goof Boy

My little goof ball Thomas is such a joy! He's really been enjoying the company of our dogs lately.  He's discovered that the way to their hearts is through their stomach.  Every time he has a snack, he shares with his buddies.  I don't think it's coincidence that one of Thomas' first (and only) words is "Arf!"


And the dogs are so great with him.  Just look how Extra is putting up with him!  She might look miserable, but she keeps coming back for more (even when there isn't food involved).  Bailey is a bit of a different story.  He's around when there's a treat in it for him, but the love from a 1 1/2 year old little boy?  That he can do without :)

Bailey is almost 12 years old though - an old man.  He's entitled to his grumpy opinion (as long is it doesn't mean growling or snapping at my baby...in which case he gets seriously corrected and spends the rest of the day in the garage while I try and find a new owner for him).  Just kidding.  Kinda.


This little guy is such a ham.  He's constantly chattering, singing, dancing, or performing in some way.  Imagine his glee when I helped him get these little goggles on :)




Imagine my glee when he performed for the camera :)



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Sweet Snuggly Day

"I want snuggles" has been Sammy's mantra lately.  I'm happy to report that the past two days has been spent in jammies, with books... and lots of snuggles.  

Have you had a day like that recently?  I encourage you to toss your ambition out the window, and have a snuggle day.  Smell that little one's hair.  Kiss their squishy cheeks.  Notice their pudgy fingers as they eat their snack.  Just sit there with them and pay attention to the things that pop out of their uninhibited little mouths.  It's such a gift to get a glimpse of what's going on in that little brain (not to mention seriously entertaining)!

Peace and thankfulness...my prayer for you today.

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Just Not That Into It...

Struggling to blog here.


I think I might be suffering from post-event letdown (not to mention very sore legs!).  I've been spending my time getting the bare necessities of housework done, lots of kiddo snuggling, and reading, reading, reading.  Darn Twilight series!

My hubby is going to be taking real estate classes for the next three weeks that will leave me doing the (virtually) single parent thing for the next three weeks.  Whenever he's got stuff going on, I get lonely.  And therefore...you get to hear from me LOTS.  About everything.  And nothing.  Lucky you ;)

Speaking of hubby...he just walked in the door.  Hafta run.  Hubby to kiss.  Mmmmmm.

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Race To Robie Creek 2009

I ran a half marathon.  I still can't believe it.  Well...I'm using the word "ran" rather loosely here.  It was more of a run/walk.  I'm guessing I ran about 2/3 of the way up to the summit, and then I ran the last 5 miles down to the finish.  My official time was 2 hours and 53 minutes. 

Here's our little running gang the morning of the race.  That's me in the pink, with my hubby in his good ol' Otter Pops T-shirt next to me.  And the gorgeous woman next to me?  That's my sister, Tiffany.  And then that's her hubby next to her.  


They call this race "the toughest half marathon in the northwest".  I'd challenge anyone to find a tougher half marathon...anywhere.  It was incredible!  I ran the first mile or so, then I walked a bit, and then I did a run/walk ratio of about 8 to 3.  I'd run for 8 minutes, then walk for 3.  I had to fight the temptation to really push myself right from the start... adrenaline and pride are pretty powerful motivators.  But I knew I had a long road ahead of me, so I stuck to my ratio.

It was fascinating to be in that big crowd of people - I love to watch people.  One of the most hilarious things I heard the whole day, I heard in the first mile or two.  We were just starting to get to a little incline.  One of the runners turned to the guy she was running with and said, "You didn't tell me there were hills in this run!"  

Oh, GIRL.  Not hills...a big fat mountain!  Was my mental response.  Tiff and I just looked at each other and started laughing.  I wonder if that girl will ever talk to that guy again.

It was a beautiful trail most of the way with a little bubbling brook next to the road.  "Is it me Lord, or is that water singing your praises?"  I was hot... hallucinating a little maybe?  All I knew is that it felt great.  I read a little of my Bible while I ate breakfast that morning, and I came across a verse that refers to the Lord as my Strong Tower.  That song...you know the one...stuck in my head the entire run.

After a while, it was so steep that I couldn't run.  I wore a heart rate monitor (invaluable, by the way), and it was my heart rate that was my guide toward the summit.  I was basically walking (walking/shuffling/crawling), but it was so steep that my heart rate was through the roof and my legs were on fire.  

It's a twisting and turning mountain road, so I couldn't see very far ahead.  Every time I came around a bend I expected to see signs for the summit, but it just kept getting steeper.  One of my fellow runners/crawlers was reading my mind when we came up on the last stretch of the uphill.  We came around a bend, looked up hoping for a view of the summit, but all we saw was even more impossibly steep road.  The girl to my left and slightly ahead of me stopped, threw her arms in the air, and hollered, "C'MON, YOU GOTTA BE S****ING ME!"  I couldn't have said it better myself.  I was totally and completely flabbergasted by how steep it was.

I stopped for the first time when I reached the summit.  I stretched and had some water, then headed down the hill.

"Praise God for gravity!" was about all I could think.  Lots of people hate the downhill because it's so steep and hard on your knees, but I LOVED it.  It felt wonderful, I was in the shade, and I felt like I was flying.  Before this race, a 5 mile run was a LONG run for me.  But those last five mile really zipped by (well, the last mile was hard).

One of the most incredible moments for me was when I saw the sign for the 10 mile mark.  I knew I was solidly in the territory of "never done this before", and it felt like such an adventure!  

The last mile was tough.  It leveled out again, and was in the full sun.  I was absolutely whipped by then.  I kept coming around the corner hoping to see the finish, but it just wasn't there.  I was starting to lose heart, when I heard a man hollering to me from the sideline.  "If you keep running, you only have ONE more minute to go.  Literally ONE minute.  Keep going!"  If I wasn't so exhausted and determined to get to the finish, I might have stopped and kissed that guy right on the mouth.  

Sure enough - around the next bend...there it was...the finish.  My thoughts went something like,

I did it.
I did it.
I can't believe it.
I did it.
Thank God it's over.
I did it. 

One thing I didn't expect was just how much my arms and hands would hurt.  My hands?  Really?  But they swelled up to the point where I was getting concerned about losing circulation in my ring finger, and they just ached all the way up to my elbows.  Strange.  Look at my big fat man hands:


Oh!  Hey!  Here comes Tiff coming across the finish line!


After some gatorade, water, food, and even some beer for the guys (I don't know how they stomached it), we headed back down the hill in the yellow busses.  

Here's an interesting tidbit of info about me...I have a recurring nightmare about being on a yellow school bus that's going up a steep hill.  It gets so steep that the bus actually tips backward and I go flying through the bus.  Then I wake up sweating and screaming.  

So....getting on a yellow school bus to drive down a mountain wasn't exactly on my "can't wait to do it" list.  But we lived.



I saw the greatest thing on that bus:


Tell me this...why oh WHY do they not send new parents home with one of these "body fluid cleanup" kits?  Seriously...




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Holy Crap, I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!

I finished the half marathon!  My finish time was 2 hours and 54 minutes, and I'd say that I ran more than I walked.  


I'm so blasted proud of myself right now, I can't even tell you!  It's a powerful feeling...to do something I've never done before AND something that I wasn't sure I could do.  

Lots of details and pictures to follow.  Just had to take a second to say


YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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Spring Cleaning

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Anyone else out there feel a tad overwhelmed by the idea of "Spring Cleaning"?  As if I need more on my plate besides the daily cleaning, laundry, meals, and kiddo loving I do.  I'm guessing I'm not alone.

As I was considering the idea of giving my entire house a deep clean (do I have to get it done by the end of spring just because it's called spring cleaning?), I decided a plan was in order.  Big surprise, I know.  I'm a planner and organizer by nature...sometimes it seems my whole life is detailed out on a spreadsheet!  Don't believe me?  I'm sure I have a spreadsheet which lists all my spreadsheets somewhere around here to show you...

;)

So I did a cleaning plan that seems like it will work for me.  My house will get cleaned AND I'll be able to still do my daily stuff.  Being the organizer that I am, I thought the most anal retentive efficient way to share it with you would be to write another eHow article.  I've written two so far and plan to write about 6 more for the other areas of my house.  I'll let you know when the rest are done.

In the mean time, check out my latest articles:



As always, I'd appreciate it if you'd rate my articles for me.  Thanks :)

PS.  Hey...look at that!  I just realized that I've been promoted to an "Authority" at eHow.  Yippee!  

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Uh-Oh.


I think I've been in denial.

I KNOW I've been in denial.

And I ain't talking about a river.

I went on line last night before bed to look for pictures of the Race To Robie Creek half marathon from last year.  Thought it might be nice to sort of know what I'm in for.  And then I found that picture up there.

I also went and read some articles at Runner's World.  There was an article called "Don't Be Embarrassed", from which I learned that you're not considered a runner until you actually poop your pants while on a run.  Seriously.

I'm gonna work really hard and give this race my all.  Well, my almost all.  I'm not going to run so hard that I poop my pants....hopefully.

Is it any wonder that I dreamed of pain and death and fear last night? 

On an up note, I went to the store yesterday to buy some new black shorts for the race.  And a visor with pink flowers on it.

At least I'll look good out there.  Black is slimming, you know.


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Easter '09

We had such a sweet Easter celebration this year.  We sent the kids to bed the night before with strict instructions to come straight to our room in the morning with no peeking on the way.  All 6 of us were piled into our bed while we talked about the meaning of Easter and about how amazing it must have been for those first followers of Jesus to realize that he was alive.  We prayed.  We even sang a little song.  

And then all patience was lost, and it was time to go hunting for goodies.  Here are the kids just moments before we released them for their search:


This was the first Easter that Thomas could really participate in.  His first response upon finding an easter egg hidden in the coffee table drawer?  Pick it up.  Hold it in hand.  Turn it over a few times to try and figure out what it is.  Decide, 'IT'S A BALL!'.  Throw it as hard as possible against nearest wall!  That was a first for me.  I think this kid has sports in his future - he has a great arm!













After digging through the baskets, eating lots of chocolate (gotta love those robin's eggs!), and setting some new puzzles...it was time to get dressed and head to the kids' cousins' house for more celebrating.  Before we left I tried to get some sweet pictures of the kids in front of that beautiful magnolia tree/bush.  I'll tell ya what...trying to take pictures of my own kids is enough to make me want to sell the camera.  They're the toughest subjects!





And then, a group shot please?  Um, yeah right!


I'm not sure who's idea it was to have the three older kids gang up on Thomas and hold him down, but it was fun to watch ;)



Then we were off to my sister's house.  The meal was delicious (served up on my Grandma's beautiful apple dishes that almost made me cry), and the company was wonderful.  We even had a GIANT egg hunt.  There were 9 kids there, and I think about 200 eggs.


The dads had fun hiding the eggs, while the moms sequestered the kids in a room and made sure they didn't peek out the windows (the moms who didn't sneak out for pictures, that is).

I was impressed with how creative the guys were in hiding the eggs.  In the flowers, under toys, on TOP of the swing set, and in trees.  There was even one in someone's tailpipe.

Of their car.

C'mon.  Get your mind out of the gutter.



Then the hunt was on!  We let the 3 year old kids (and younger) get a head start.  It was so fun!!


Thomas was a classic toddler egg hunter.  Pick up egg.  Place it in basket.  See another egg.  Bend over to pick it up while spilling previous egg out of basket.  Place new egg in basket.  Turn around and see newly dropped egg.  Bend over to pick it up while spilling...

Repeat.
Again.
And again.



Hey look!  He managed to get both eggs in the basket at the same time!  

It was about this time that he realized "hey, there's something IN there!"  He squatted down to pry open one of his eggs with those beautiful, sweet, grubby little fingers.  Then all the jellybeans went into his mouth in one big scoop.

Thomas doesn't like jellybeans.  

I could tell by the half-chewed glob of jellybeans that he spit back into his poor little basket and carried around for the rest of the afternoon.  Except when he was playing in the sandbox.  It was his first time in the sandbox, so of course he had to take a big scoop of sand and see how it tasted too.

He likes sand less than jellybeans.

And he REALLY hates it when his mommy holds him upside down over the sink and sprays water in his mouth, pries open his mouth, and digs little rocks out of his molars.  



See?  Creative :)


Well, there you have it...our Easter.

My day was made complete by talking with my oldest about his favorite parts of the day.  His favorites were egg hunting and setting a puzzle with me.  He informed me, "Mommy, some day when I die and go to Heaven?  I'm going to set puzzles with you."

Yet another reason to be thankful for the promise of Heaven.  This is the life...

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