7 Quick Takes – 92


Thank you to Kelly at This Ain’t the Lyceum for hosting the 7QT. Holy Moly! I haven’t participated since October!! Yikes! Well, I know the blogging has been slow around here. But that’s the only part of my life that has been. Happy Friday!

**And then, Jen goes and changes up who is hosting! I guess I am glad that I started back up this week… hmmm, guess I should get a new header picture…I will have to see what’s going on!

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The school Christmas program was last night. Dani, Helen and Dominic performed with their classes.

Helen and Dani look so grown up!!

Sarah kept Vincent at home and Craig had to work. It was rather odd, sitting in my chair all by my lonesome. Someone said that I must not know what to do with myself. Oh contrare! I’ve learned to appreciate the times I don’t have someone calling “Mommy!” or saying, “I need…” or “I want…”

I enjoyed the program, though. Dominic played the part of Joseph. That was cute. (Remember when Helen was Mary a few years ago?) Helen was so cute…as soon as she found me, she waved and then she and I would lock eyes and she’d grin at me whether she was singing or not! Dani was a part of a group singing a descant during the last song and it sounded so good. I really hope I can get Dani back into her music a bit more…we stopped guitar lessons a year ago, but if I can figure out how to get it back into the budget…I see how passionate she is about music, I would like to try and cultivate that, if possible. 

One of the things I cherish about my kids being in Catholic school is the opportunity to do a Christmas program. It was short, sweet and very good!

These two are so cute!!

 

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This is a kettlebell.






Sometime before December started, someone from the Box put out the challenge to do 300 kettlebell swings for 30 days in December. Of course, crazy me, I can’t resist this sort of thing — so I signed up. Holy Moly, that’s a workout all by itself! I have been doing them before the workouts every day. I find that mentally, doing 300 swings in a day gets easier every day that goes by. I’m positive that the day I don’t do 300 swings will be the day I end (and fail) this challenge. So…I’m going to keep going to 30 I guess. My shoulders were crazy-tight yesterday and I told the chiropractor so. He worked on them, but I still feel tight through there and my lats and upper shoulders/back area.

Today I decided to run my stopwatch on my phone to get a gauge on how long this sort of thing takes (I knew the general time, though). I do these in sets of 25. 25 swings takes me about 45 seconds. So I do 4 sets of 25, resting 45 seconds in between. Then I give myself an extra minute to rest before the next 4 sets. It took right about 20 minutes.

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Oh yes. Tonight will be my first trip back to Allen Fieldhouse to watch my Jayhawks play basketball! Yay! I’m excited.

Due to Craig’s new job and our hectic schedules, Craig’s mom has had to find others to take her to the games. 😦 But I was happy to find one I could make and I think we’ll settle in and get to make it to a few, just not as many as we have in years past.

The Jayhawks look to be pretty good this year. Unfortunately, I think Kentucky has a team that very few other teams could beat, if any. They handled the Jayhawks pretty well a couple of weeks ago. But, KU will still be in the conversation for another conference championship, tournament run, etc. I love men’s college basketball!

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Did you see this game going around?






Fun that they pick Effie Trinket as the photo for this

I saw a few FB friends post it, so last night I got on Google on my phone to see what came up when I put in “Michelle Meme.” The first one was this, and made me laugh out loud:

I’d never seen it before, but apparently it gets
enough hits that it’s number 1

Since the First Lady has the name of Michelle, there’s an Obama Meme that comes up 2nd. It wasn’t all that funny, so I’m not sharing. But then this one…number 3…it was perfect!!
 
Ummm, hello! I have been hungry since I was born!! LOL
 
So? Anyone else want to play??
 

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Well, I got one of my drafts published this week. I had to go through that post and rewrite some of it because I started it 8 months ago! Isn’t that crazy? I guess I start, then I don’t like the way it’s going so I stop. I figure I must have looked at it 5-7 times over the course of those 8 months and just couldn’t put it together the way I wanted.

That’s the thing about being so busy and writing not being my job. I don’t practice it enough to get really good at it. Then I get a semi-decent idea to write about, but I don’t have time to flesh it all out at once and since I’m out of practice, it takes me longer anyway. Oh well. Such is life.
 
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Sarah told me the other night to stop saying, “Well, that’s how it is as you get older.” Apparently I have been saying that a lot. I notice. But, still. She is in 8th grade and life is starting to get a bit more “real” to her. The schoolwork takes more effort, she’s busy with her extra-curricular activities, she helps me out a lot on the homefront and she’s trying to get a babysitting business going. There’s a lot to do! I have figured out, though, that sometimes she just wants to talk at me and doesn’t want my advice or commentary. I have been trying hard to remember the part about her not wanting my advice or commentary. It’s hard to withhold, but I try to remember that she just wants me to listen. So…I try to listen and keep my mouth shut. It’s difficult, believe me, but I’m getting better at it.
 
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Taylor Swift’s new album, 1989, is  my favorite ever! It has been a LONG time since I have listened to an album straight through and loved every song on it. Oh…probably since Taylor Swift’s Speak Now album. I know Taylor Swift doesn’t need promotion from someone like me. But I can’t help it. There are a few songs on this album that I would listen to on repeat. She’s got a gift for the catchy tune and rhythm paired with lyrics that take me back to whatever age Taylor Swift is in the songs she wrote. So, anyway…good album.

I think Craig and I decided no concerts for the girls and just figured that’s a lot of money to spend for little kid entertainment. I’ve done it…I took all three girls to see Taylor Swift three years ago. It was a lot of money and it was hard to stay throughout the whole thing at their ages so I thought I wouldn’t do that again. But there’s a part of me that would feel guilty if I were to go to see Taylor Swift in concert and not take Dani with me (she’s a huge fan).

What do you all think? This trend to taking young girls/kids to concerts? Do you do it? What’s a good age to start taking them? I would imagine it varies by temperament and level of disposable income for that sort of thing. I still wonder what you all think?
 
BONUS: Oh, it’s Advent! I love Advent. Dominic’s been the one committed to uncovering the little windows in our Advent calendar and he seems to enjoy it. I wish I knew how to limit the hustle and bustle of this time because I know I need to settle down more in my prayer life for Christmas preparation. Are you doing anything special with your families?

Busy weekend around our house — basketball scrimmage, service hours, babysitting, cleaning. Have a great one!

Be sure to go visit Kelly at This Ain’t the Lyceum!
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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My Strong-Willed Child

He’s the child I never knew I missed.


I wasn’t quite ready…but you can see Vincent was 🙂

He’s the one that made us say, “If he’d been first…he might have been last.”


He loves to say “CHEESE!”

He tests my patience. Yet he fills my heart so full it could burst.

He wanted us to have “silly sticker noses”

I’d always heard about this thing called a “strong-willed” child. I thought, perhaps, I had seen glimpses in my other children. But I only learned how naive I had been when Vincent was born into our family. Because our experience with him highlighted for me that the glimpses of “strong will” we’d seen in the other children were just your normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill challenges of normal-tempered children at different stages. Vincent showed us that “strong willed child” means strong-will, all the time, every day, every minute, with every choice and every occasion.

Vincent goes all-out, all the time. Even in the beginning–I can look back to pregnancy and labor/delivery and say, “I should have known…”

Vincent was the one of my pregnancies where we checked progesterone early and often and it just kept plummeting. It was Vincent who wouldn’t cooperate at 12 weeks and let the doctor get a good heart beat with the doppler thingy and so he had to do a pelvic and jumble things around until we heard it and put my mind at ease. It was Vincent who forced his way to 27 hours of induced labor including 16 hours of “good” contractions before finally deciding to descend and be born in the matter of about 5 minutes. All on his time, you see. I joked with my doctor about whether this was a “5th child” thing — the kid taking his sweet time to be born (my doctor had shared that he was a 5th child…) Honestly, the newborn months are a blur (as they are with all the kids), but as we emerged into our new normal, Vincent still exhibited this all-out, all the time personality.

Three-and-a-half years in, I regularly acknowledge that Vincent is my strong-willed child. He’s wild. He’s loud. And…he gets what he wants more often than not.


He loves cars…so surely he enjoyed playing this game with his daddy.


I’ve tried to be a mother twho “chooses” the “battles” carefully. But I never had so many to choose from before Vincent! I never realized how blessed I was with the older four that “choosing my battle” meant just once or twice a week. Because with Vincent I am choosing between 6 or 7 a day (sometimes the choice between 6 or 7 happens between 6:15 and 7:15 a.m.!!)

The fact that Vincent is 3-and-a-half-years-old now only exacerbates the issue because now he can talk (and yell, scream, etc) and make sure we know what he wants and that he won’t back down. Sometimes I force my hand and he has to do it my way — and I’m rewarded with a screamfest for the ages. More times than I like to admit, I give in and decide it is not worth it to fight.

A mom often ponders whether she is doing a good job at being a mom. When the kids are older, you start to realize that each of them has a personality and temperament that determines how they behave and what kind of mom you are seems to have less and less to do with anything. With Vincent, I question even more, my abilities, than I did with the other kids.

He’s the first one that’s been in daycare for his whole life, we’ve had an awesome experience with our daycare, too. The woman who cares for Vincent all day is gentle, kind, loving and still firm — is his experience the reason he is so different?

Vincent is the first of my kids to reach this age without another child joining the family (on Earth) — does that motivate him to behave the way he does? I experience so much more of Vincent because I don’t have a baby on my hip, I’m convinced. Is my perception colored by this new and different experience? I am sure it is.

And perhaps my perception is colored, too, by the fact that I miss his little brother at times. Who knows what kind of child Vincent would be with Gregory tagging along…?

Sitting in the Darth Vader chair…hmmmm

While Vincent takes so much of my energy with regard to discipline and formation, he also replenishes my emotional stores faster than I remember it happening with the other kids. Vincent works hard and loves harder. He looks up to Dominic with a ferocity I haven’t seen in the other kids. He pays enough attention to his sisters that he knows which of them can provide him with what he wants when he wants it. He makes my heart melt when he requests a hug and a kiss before I leave the house or leave him at daycare. He doesn’t say “I love you” all the time like the other kids did when they first realized how much I liked hearing them say it. But he says it when I least expect it and I can feel his emotion reaching my heart every time he says it.

A strong-willed child is a special experience. Yes, it can be difficult and worrisome. But, at least in my case, it’s accompanied by such passion! I love that. 

It is only because Vincent joined our family, that I am able to experience it.