Writing Through Writers’ Block

It’s been so long since I’ve posted. Here we are, entering the “busy” holiday season and I haven’t even been blogging before now consistently. How can I keep up?

Well, my friend Kara Butte over at His Story to Tell  is inspiring me. She has been blogging for 31 days straight! Even if it’s just a little something, she’s blogging it. I love that because I’ve started a bazillion posts, deleted them, over edited them, etc. Now I’m just saying “whatever!” and I’m going to write on through my writer’s block and my frustrations with trying to come up with a cohesive post.

Are you ready for the incohesiveness?

Ok, well first we went from this little house project:

How the Master Bath shower looked when we bought the house in April of ’11

to this little finished house project!

What the shower looks like now, all fixed! And useful!

We also bought some stain (Minwax’s “Ebony”) in a dark expresso color to change the color of the vanity in the master bath. Then I decided to get all Pinterest crazy on the den and did this above the fireplace:

Chevron love!

I actually did a bit more than that too. The picture of my baby daughter on the mantel? I spray painted the frame brushed nickel and I touched up the white on the boys’ picture frames. It really ties it all together. Now I’m on the hunt for bright yellow candles for those pillars….

I am so excited to be doing house projects! The roof got replaced last week and we changed the color from a light brown to black. Eventually/prayerfully this spring we will be able to paint the house and fix up some trouble spots. It’ll go from hunter green and a pale yellow (BLECH!) to grey with white trim and black shutters! YAY!

Now that the weather has finally decided to be cool/cold, we are thinking we will stay inside with our projects till spring. We might get out to the yard to clear some brush/yucky plants like honeysuckle out from the unkept corners of the back yard on the occasional unseasonably warm days that St. Louis brings us now and then. But otherwise, that’s it.

In people news, Cecelia is getting so big!

Sweet girl

She is eating food very regularly now. Her first taste of food was sweet potatoes. I tried and tried with that girl. But she just wasn’t ready until about two weeks ago. I was trying several times a week and getting no response from her. Now she is quite insistent that she get 3 meals in addition to still nursing every 4 hours or so. We’ve tried sweet potatoes, peas and a concoction of apples, plums and banana thus far. She is eating cereal and that was a surprise to me too. The boys never liked baby cereal!

Cecelia is rolling to get to things and moving all over the place too. She can go from back to tummy or tummy to back. She sticks her chubby little knees up under her tummy and scoots when something is out of her reach. It’s so cute! She is beginning to see how hilarious her brothers are too. She laughs at them on a regular basis and they are tickled pink that she will do so just by them talking to her or being silly with her. The boys love to play peek-a-boo with her and they usually argue over holding her. I try to let them as much as possible because I know once she’s mobile she will NOT want anyone to hold her, let alone her big brothers!

Cooper has lost a ton of teeth in the last few weeks. He’s the toothless wonder! I can’t believe he can still eat apples…somehow he manages. He also just learned to tie his shoes! Hallelujah! Jeremy taught him because I have no.idea. how to do that sort of thing. In fact, come to think of it, Jeremy taught all our children how to dress themselves….huh. (He’s the best!)

Chase is telling hilarious stories these days. He tells some tall tales though, beware. I have warned many a teacher that his imagination is quite active and just because he said something happened doesn’t exactly mean it’s 100% accurate. He just likes to talk….He does not however, like the change in temperature. He’s giving me all sorts of fits about his pants/shirts not being “soft” and “itching” him. GRRRR! I’ve had to just take certain items out of his closet because it’s not worth fighting with him over a stupid shirt. I’m grateful to hear from other Moms whose children have struggled with this that the kids do grow out of it and learn to handle it better eventually.

the boys, with a girl

I’m floored that next week is Thanksgiving. In fact, someone on FB said that their goal was to finish their Christmas shopping by December 1 so that they can truly enjoy Advent rather than feeling stressed. That jarred my memory of last year…ick! I went way overboard. So I’m hoping that a little craziness this month will help me have a more relaxed December. I want to enjoy it rather than be stressed about all that is on my list of things to do.

So there you have it, incohesive cohesiveness.

Babies Don’t Keep

Tonight, we are hosting our Bible study in our home. We do it every Thursday night during the school year. Truth be told it’s one of my favorite things we do. I love having people over to my house. The more, the merrier.
But today, my Petunia Peach is not feeling well. She’s caught the cough we’ve all caught and been done with for a while now. She wants nothing more than for me to hold her, cuddle her, rock her and soothe her. But my house, my house has been the victim of two small boys and a Mommy and a Daddy. It’s begging for some attention as well. Mommy has things to do little girl!
Do I deny such a face?
My heart is torn because I want to sit and just be with her. I want to mess my house, play games, rock babies, leave the bank account ignored, leave the phone calls on silent, ignore the laundry that is to be folded, the shirts that need ironing and the dishes that need put away and washing.
Mother, O’ Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek – peekaboo.
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo.
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
The house is reasonable, the baby finally fell asleep, but oh how my heart knows my babies won’t keep.