Friday, January 18, 2013

Life.

Laundry.  Baby.  Yep, that's my life right now.


Good thing the baby is cute because the laundry is not.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Yesterday.

I intended to blog about this yesterday, but sometimes my days just get away from me...

So, a year ago yesterday was a Monday.  The kids and Anthony were off school for some reason (MLK day maybe? I'm too lazy to figure it out.) and we had decided to go to a local walking trail since it was a mild day out.  We were having such a great time with our four kiddos when all of a sudden I turned to Anthony and said, "I want to tell them."

"Guys, Mommy and Daddy want to tell you something.....................I have a baby in my belly."

Each of them had such different reactions to the surprising news.  Elise's hands flew up to her face and she started to cry. "Really?"  If this girl could swoon and faint she would.  I mean, that would be the truly romantic response, wouldn't it? Lucy smiled real big and didn't really say a thing.  Nathan was the first to come up and give me a big hug.  And Adele, well, her little brain kicked in and she started asking questions.  "What does this mean with us adopting again?"  We even got a, "I thought you guys weren't planning to have any more babies."  After we had gone on walking for awhile, I finally asked her if she was even excited about us having a baby.  "Yeah, I guess, I just wasn't expecting it."

The truth is that no one was.  Heck, Anthony and I had barely expected it!  But I have to say, this little boy is one of the best little "surprises" we could have ever hoped for.


I mean, seriously!  What a dreamy little guy!!

We are all just so deeply in love with him.  He has brought such a sweetness to our world.  It's hard to believe that just a year ago, we were explaining to the kids that he was the size of a poppy seed.  Just a year ago, Elise was embracing the news with dramatic flair, with oohs and aahs.  Lucy and Nate were sweetly concerned that I would be okay and wondering who would get to share their room.  And Adele, bless her heart, was thinking through how this would change everything and wrapping her mind around how it would fit into our world.  It was truly a day worth marking.

Oh, and yesterday also marked 11 years to the day, when another piece of life changing news was shared and I said yes to the absolute most amazing man to do life with.  Yep, I'm a fan of January 16th.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Goal Setting.


Last year I set 18 goals for 2012.  Want to know how many I completed?  One.  One lousy goal.  The ironic thing is that that goal was to loose 10 pounds.  Who would have guessed that I would have reached that one during a year that I was pregnant?!

Anywho, so I realized once November hit that I was in serious trouble of not reaching my goals and it was totally depressing.  But isn't that how it almost always goes?

So, the last couple of weeks I have been thinking, as the temptation of a new year and a new opportunity to set new (and old) goals loomed, about why I set myself up for failure every year.  I don't mean to, mind you.  I always think that my goals are really reasonable and that I will finish the year up feeling accomplished.  But I don't.  I just feel crappy about myself instead.

Why do we even set goals?  What's really the point?  Is losing 10 pounds really what's important to me?  Is the number of books I read or things I hang on my home's walls really going to make me feel like an accomplished woman at the end of the year?

The answer is no...not even kinda.  And yet I want to feel each year as though I have at least "accomplished" something. And that's the New Year's dilemma.

Here's the thing.  I think we set goals not to accomplish such specific details such as finding a haircut we love.  I think we set goals because we are aware of the fact that we aren't completely who we want to be.  That there is a me out there, that is better than the me I am today.  And we set goals because we think they will bring us closer to being that person. And while the specific goals, like learning 100 words/phrases in Kinyarwanda, aren't intrinsically bad ideas, they aren't the point either.

So rather than set up a bunch of specific goals this year, I am thinking through who I really want to be and what steps I can take towards that end.  For example, this last year my goal was to read one classic and one spiritual book a month. Things were going great until, I don't know, I had a baby.  So after 8 successful months, it took me the last 4 months to finish a single book.  I finished the year feeling like I had bombed, big time.  But in truth, the reason I had come up with the goal to begin with was because I wanted to be more thoughtful and just enjoy a little quiet in my life, and THAT was what was really important and THAT I feel like I accomplished.

So I am going at it again.  I'm going to set some goals for the year, but they are going to look a little different this year and I'm hoping that next December I'll feel a little bit closer to being the woman that I feel like I could be.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

This years' videos!

Okay, so here are this year's videos!!  Can I just tell you how much I love these kids.?!

Couple of disclaimers...I didn't try to make them all pretty today.  The lighting isn't always great, the kids are in their snow clothes and Lucy came down with the "slapped cheek" virus yesterday.  Oh well.  Enjoy anyway!!