Sunday, April 29, 2012

Church Nurseries, revisited

Over three years ago, I wrote a blog post titled "Why I hate church nurseries". Here and there, I still get comments on it, because the subject really strikes a nerve with many people. 


To date, our church neither offers, nor has any plans of ever offering, a "church nursery". To some (especially pastors), this means one of two things: that we either have few families with babies and young children attending our services, or that our church services are a complete pandemonium of screaming kids running up and down the aisle, while a flustered preacher is trying to keep his train of thought. 

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Short family vacation

In November last year, my husband went to visit Dr. Kent Hovind in federal prison in Florence, Colorado, where he is currently being held. He had been moved there just a few months earlier and was for the first time since his incarceration close enough for us to consider visiting him.

My husband filled out the necessary forms applying for a visit, and since he met the requirement of having a "previously established relationship" with Dr. Hovind, he was approved, and traveled to Colorado the following week.


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Some thoughts on Miscarriage

A reader from Ohio left a comment asking for my thoughts on miscarriage. She had asked for the comment not to be published, but did not include an email address to which I could respond. 

Not wanting to ignore her questions, I decided to write a general post on this topic.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Kids - more entertaining than TV

Little kids are so entertaining. Miriam and Becky have been saying the funniest things lately. These are all just from this week:

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Just me and my sweeties

It's been a long time since I last had a day alone with just me and my girlies. To be exact, it was just before Anna was born

My husband is often able to take one of the boys on work days for his fire alarm business with him. If he is just doing a fire alarm inspection in a store, he can get by with one of the older boys inconspicuously tagging along silently. But taking all three is a different story altogether. 

Well, with my Dad in town, the guys thought it would be fun to turn a short work trip into more of a fun day out. My husband is only doing two jobs while my Dad keeps an eye on the boys, and then they will be spending the rest of the day "playing". If you can call driving all the way from here to the Pacific Ocean and back in one day playing. Gah!!! It wasn't a difficult choice for me to decline that trip. They all left long before daybreak this morning.

Friday, April 13, 2012

It's a good thing I don't work

I am so glad I don't work, because even my foot-loose, fancy-free lifestyle of playing all day has me dropping into bed dead tired every night. 

Like we didn't already know this, stay-at-home moms were once again told this week that they have never worked a day in their lives. I'm here to prove how true this is: 

Monday, April 9, 2012

Easy recipe for breadsticks

This is a recipe I learned from - are you ready for this? - my husband! Yes, you read that right! He may not be much of a pro in the kitchen (cough, cough), but that just goes to show that we can learn something from just about anyone. :)


Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter 2012

Hope everyone had a delightful time with their families! It's been great around here, though certainly busy.

Yesterday, my dad and I went to McCormick Stillman Railroad Park in Scottsdale with the kids. My husband stayed home because he had some finishing touches to put on the windows he replaced a couple of weeks ago.



Thursday, April 5, 2012

It's a ...

Yesterday, we went for an ultrasound to check on the baby. I usually only have one if there is a concern, not routinely. Our concern was the viral infection that has gone through all the kids, as well as me. 

Without doing a blood test, there really is no way to know for sure what particular virus this is, but since there are no treatment methods for viral infections such as roseola or fifth's, I declined my midwife's suggestion to do a blood test. I already knew I was sick, and didn't need bruised veins to prove this point to me.

My concern was the baby, since his/her activity level was less than usual during the two days that I was sickest. I knew that this was most likely just due to the fact that I was tired, sore, and unable to eat much, but it was still a concern.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

There are people worth hating

Edited to add: Please be advised that the news story and blog post below contain perturbing information and one photo about late-term infanticide in China. Reader discreation is advised.


As reported yesterday on Life Site News:

LINYI CITY, Shandong Province, China, April 3, 2012 (LifeSiteNews.com) - A chilling photograph circulating in China shows the body of a 9-months-gestation baby submerged in a bucket of water, apparently a victim of the country’s one-child policy.

Digital Journal reports that the photograph, in which the head and arm of a child can be seen underwater in a large red bucket on the floor, was posted to the Chinese web services company Baidu before it was circulated on Weibo, the country’s version of Twitter, last week.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Things I learned in school

Things your child likely won't tell you when you ask them, "What did you learn in school today?":

In K3, I learned that staying home with my mother was no longer an option. On the very first day, I learned that none of the workers cared the least bit about me, when they left me to cry in the entry all day long, until my mother picked me up again in the evening.

In K4, I learned that smoking was cool. The other kids and I would pick up the cigarette butts discarded by the kindergarten "teachers" in the yard, and pretend smoking them during recess.

In K5, I learned that I would have to fend for myself for the entire rest of my school career when both my older brothers moved on to the elementary school, and I was left alone in kindergarten. I also learned that no amount of crying/pleading/begging got me out of being forced to attend.