Tuesday, June 26, 2007

A Spoon Lickin' Good Time



I remember when I was little and my mother would give me the spoon from the mixing bowl and let me lick it. It is a joy to do things for my daughter now that my mother did for me way back when. I still like to lick the spoon myself, but now I have to share it with my children instead of my brother!

Friday, June 15, 2007

Eight Facts About Me

Laura tagged me for this fun meme....

First, the rules: For this meme, each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.


1. When I was a teenager I volunteered 3 summers at our local hospital as a candy striper. I wore a red and white striped uniform, which was actually a jumper with a white shirt underneath. I really enjoyed spending my summers there, making new friends and becoming familiar with the nurses and their jobs. They asked us to do all kinds of things. I remember making hospital beds, serving meals to patients, picking up trays, helping in medical records, and just running all sorts of errands for them and for other departments within the hospital.



2. All of my relatives are of the Mennonite religion. My parents left the church when I was in second grade. We visited a small Presbyterian church for a few years during my childhood. After I married my husband, we attended Baptist churches in the various places we lived while moving around with the military.


3. My first car was a 1973 Monte Carlo.

It looked just like this one, but it was a darker green. I loved it.

4. I would have liked it if my mother had homeschooled me. She would have had time to teach me how to keep a garden, to knit and crochet, to sew dresses for myself, and to learn the process of canning the fresh garden produce. Maybe I never would have rebelled as a teenager. What I learned in school was to hate how I looked (too skinny, too white, too many freckles, too dumb, etc. etc. ) I learned to hide inside myself, not to let anyone know what I truly thought, for fear of being made fun of. Even today in group settings, I am likely to be very quiet, just listening to the conversation around me. Still too worried to speak my mind in case people might disagree with me or laugh at me.

5. I attended Central Missouri State University for one year, intending to get a legal secretary degree. I wasn't really interested in that job, though. Looking back, I have absolutely no idea why I ever picked that profession. What I really wanted was to be a wife and mother, and I was able to pursue that ambition when I met my future husband after that first year of college. I met him the weekend after he joined the Marines. I continued to work the first couple years of our marriage and quit to be a stay at home mom about a month before our first son was born. I have never wished to be back at work again. I find that my job at home is so much more fulfilling than any paying job I could have.

6. I love the smell of coffee brewing, the taste of it, the idea of sitting with a cup of it in one hand and a book in the other while I sit outside on my patio in the morning. Or sharing a cup with my Dad before he goes to work when I am home visiting him. Or sharing one with a friend at a coffee shop that has comfy chairs, art on the walls, and books everywhere. Or a cup in my hand while we are driving on long road trips. You know what I mean. When is a cup of coffee ever a bad thing?
(Coffee in Europe is so much better than coffee in the U.S. It is much stronger and is usually always made with an espresso machine, never a coffee pot.)


7. I like to have an organized house. I don't mind so much if there is a little dust on the shelf, or crumbs on the floor, or the bathroom isn't spotless. But I do like to see my desk uncluttered, my kitchen counter clean and free of junk, toys in their place when they aren't being played with, and my bedroom picked up so that it can be a place of refuge when I need it.

8. Sometimes I wish we could go back in time, so that my boys would not have the temptation of computer games, video games, radio, t.v., Gameboys, etc. The influence of all these techno gadgets cannot be good for them. We limit all of it in our house, but it still has a pull on them. Especially since we live in the city now and the great outdoors isn't so accesible. I long to see them outside all day long, climbing trees, riding bikes, throwing rocks in a pond, swimming, playing outdoor games with friends, like they used to do when we lived in Virginia. Cooped up in a townhouse with no yard is no way to raise little boys.


I don't think I'll be tagging eight people to do this meme.... if you want to do it, please do. And let me know about it!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

A New Baby

My friend's baby was born on Friday... a healthy, beautiful little girl! Actually, she's a big girl, weighing 4 kilograms, which is around 9 lbs! Mother and baby are doing fine. We stopped by to visit with the new papa at his house the day she was born and he already had pictures and a video to show us. He has only seen the pictures that his wife has taken of the baby, and the short video he had of the baby when they showed her to him behind the nursery window glass. I saw the room that the mother has been staying in, which is a small room with 4 beds. You walk through the room, which has the beds lined up next to the wall lengthwise, and there is really only room for one person to walk between them. There is nothing in there except for the beds, and they are basic cot-type beds. There was a window at the end of the room. It looked like there was nothing on the walls, and only a few belongings for each person on their beds. It looked so very different from our hospitals in the U.S.

I am hoping to go visit her in the hospital this week, but I guess I won't get to see her baby. (If hubby doesn't get to, I'm pretty sure I won't get to!) And for some good news, she should be able to come home around Thursday! I haven't been able to talk to her yet, but I've sent her messages on her phone and left her voicemails. I'm sure she is busy with holding and loving that little baby! Thank you for praying for her.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Birth in Croatia

Having a baby in Croatia is a medical procedure.... and then some.

I have a pregnant friend in the hospital, scheduled to deliver her baby by c-section tomorrow. Her husband will not be able to attend the birth, and he will not be able to hold the baby until both mother and baby go home from the hospital! She will be in ICU for 24 hours after the surgery. Though she wants to breastfeed, I'm feeling pretty sure that they will give her baby bottles and pacifiers, making it as difficult as possible to establish a nursing relationship. The hospital says they have rooming-in, but at night they will take the baby to the nursery. The saddest part of all though, is that the father will only see the baby as they hold it up for him through the nursery glass window after they announce baby's last name through a speaker.

The mother will be spending 10 days in the hospital to recover from the c-section. And the reason she is having a c-section is because she has asthma. She also found out she had gestational diabetes during the last 2 months, and has had to control it with insulin. (I don't know if a woman with asthma and GD in the U.S. would automatically be a c-section recipient - this is something I have wondered about....) Originally, when they diagnosed her with GD, they wanted to admit her to the hospital and keep her there until the baby was born. She checked herself out though and has done a wonderful job of tracking her blood sugar levels, eating carefully, resting, and taking her insulin. The doctor has harassed her and assured her that she was doing the worst thing for her baby, that her baby might die because she would not stay in the hospital. Finally, last week, the doctor refused to do a test that she needed unless she checked herself in to the hospital and would stay put for the rest of her pregnancy. It has been a trying time for this couple. The father is Croatian, but the mother is not.

I can't help but feel sad for this family, having their first child in such circumstances. I pray that they will somehow be able to bond with their precious daughter, despite the rigid hospital procedures, which sound so terrible to me. I know the doctors and nurses are only doing what they feel is best, and I am glad we have the technology and knowledge to care for these high-risk situations. I guess what disturbs me the most is the separation of the family, that a baby will not feel its father's loving arms or hear his soothing voice for so long.

If you would, please join me in praying for her.... and I'll keep reminding myself that nothing is impossible with God!

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Clara's New Table


We finally finished making a table for Clara! We've been working on it for probably 2 months! We bought the round wood table top at a store that is similiar to a Home Depot. The legs are actually plumbing tubes that are attached with caps onto the bottom of the table. They are easily removable and we can attach taller legs as Clara grows taller. Hubby did all the shopping, the labor of building it, priming it, and painting the blue sky and the yellow sun. He did a great job and I'm so thrilled to give Clara something that we created!


I did the detail work... the bees, the sun's expression, and painting the legs. One leg has Clara's name on it, entwined with a vine and flowers. The other three legs have a butterfly and a flower on them.
Here's a closeup of the table top:



The border says:
"God made the sun, God made the bee,
God made the flowers, And God made me!


And this picture was just too cute not to post....

Friday, June 01, 2007

Authors in our House

Some time ago, a long, long, time ago, both my boys submitted articles for a book that was in the works. The book was to be a compilation of stories written by children who live overseas, with the purpose of helping other children who might be moving overseas for the first time.

We found out yesterday that the book has finally been published, and that even though there was an overwhelming response to the author's request for stories, both of my boys' stories made it into the book!




The book was published by a non-profit organization (Foreign Service Youth Foundation), therefore we won't be getting a complimentary copy of the book, but the book can be purchased by going to the FSYF web site, then clicking on the link "books." Sales of the book will rely on word of mouth, so I'm just passing on the news to you!

The Kids' Guide to Living Abroad would be a wonderful resource to help a child you know who is moving overseas.

So, dear boys of mine, I say "Congratulations!" (Lots of pats on the back...)
And Mom and Dad are so proud of you guys!