7 Quick Takes - Random life

1) This is how Rebekah spent a good part of our first official day of school: doing her and her sister's hair!

Later she decided she wanted to look like Julius Caesar:

2) Miriam has insisted on wearing/carrying this backpack around the house - everywhere.

I have no idea where she got this idea.  None of the other kids have backpacks right now.  We are not going anywhere that she might need a backpack.  She has been doing this for about a week now.  I will be curious to see how long it lasts.

3) Rebekah got some new shoes.

She bought them with her own money (they are on sale right now - 50% off!!).  They are Kigo brand (I have two pairs of the same kind - different style and color).  I think they suit her well.

4) We now have rock behind our garage.

Since we own two giant vehicles that we are unable to actually put IN our garage, we would normally park them beside or behind the garage on the grass or dirt at the edge of the alley.  Well, the alley was recently redone as the city replaced the gas lines, so we decided now was a great time to go ahead and rock around the garage.  We are most pleased and parking is so much better.

5) Jacob is now SEVEN-YEARS-OLD!!

Time flies.  In any case, I was lazy for the actual day of his birthday (we had a party with extended family a few days earlier) so he got "birthday cookies" complete with candles.  Great-Mom-of-the-year award here.

6) The National Right to Life is doing a campaign right now called "Can't put a price on Life."

Here is the picture I submitted for them to use.

7) I made it to the Sacrament of Reconciliation today.

All I can say is that NEVER gets old!!  Praise God for forgiveness!

Input

I took a basketball to the face - HARD - after religion class last Wednesday.  Funny that I have played basketball, for about fifteen years (VERY competitively for the last eight or so) and never before managed to damage my head, but this particular evening, playing around with about twenty little kids and about a million basketballs (go figure) I managed to get pegged so hard, right in the face (fortunately my glasses did not break! - or my nose!!) and get a concussion.  Basically, I was caught off-guard.  I was paying attention to my son, Samuel, and the ball he had just thrown me.  I was preparing to shoot it and then BAM, another kid accidentally launched a ball with quite a bit of gusto (she was probably a fifth or sixth grader) and I turned to see it at the last second, as it connected with my face.  She was so aplogetic!  I assured her it was no big deal, but that evening and for several days after I felt the effects of a mild concussion.  Mostly for me it was just nausea. . . and some irritability (although I might just be blaming my usual grumpiness on this).

The funny thing is that when you have a concussion you need to let your BRAIN rest, which means no reading, no teaching, no watching tv, etc.  Sounds simple, right, but what would YOU do if you could not read or do really anything computer or screen-related for a week?  Mostly I have slept - who knew I could be so tired?!?!  I prayed some - thank God for the Rosary and its beautiful repetition.  And thank God for my mother who came (and continues to come) to teach my children for me!!

But I also reflected. . . and came to the conclusion that I'm a little bit addicted.  Seriously, I'm addicted to input. . . from books, from blogs on the internet, from what my friends have to say on social media.  I have books all over my house, from my bathroom to my kitchen.  I read books on the back-lit kindle as I rock/nurse the baby to sleep.  I check  my facebook probably three or four times a day - sometimes for an hour or more at night (and it drives my husband bananas - haha).  And then there is a computer game I play with my husband. . . which was of course off-limits, along with our nightly (well, three or four times a week anyhow) episode of Chuck.

Now, is this input bad, as in inherently evil?  I can clearly say NO!  I am not reading books on anything that does not in some way reflect the human search for God in truth, beauty, and goodness.  Now some things are more noble than others.  Obviously reading Scripture would be at the top and the silly science-fiction novel would be considerably lower.  Social media could have noble undertones of concern for friends and prayer requests, but sometimes it is sheer boredom or escape that leads me there and keeps me captive.

So other than pray and think and wash the dishes (funny how that task did not make my head hurt) what did I/do I most notice filling up this "void"?  Worry.  When I'm not bombarded with constant input and ideas I worry. . . about everything.  Of course, I should have seen that coming as my defense mechanism for worry is to distract myself.  Hard to do with so little fuel for distraction!

Although this whole experience has been a giant pain - literally, hah - I am grateful for this revelation.  Now I see what I need to work on.  And I think I will start with praying for some faith to fill up that worry and for some gentle nudges to limit my input some and allow God to work on me as well.

(And I should add, that it has not been a week yet, but I have been slowly reintroducing "brain activities" as I am able to tolerate - even in the beginning, when it made me nauseous, I allowed myself a few minutes of facebook each day.  As I said above I am "mildly addicted" :)  Now I can read for a half hour or so at a time on the computer/kindle, but watching a tv episode last night was definitely a bit much - ugh I felt horrible after that!  But generally things are improving - Thank God!  My doc said it could be 4-6 weeks before I am "back to normal.")

7 Quick Takes - Daily Grind 2015

1. Putting the Christmas tree away means it is time to rearrange the furniture, right?

The top photo is actually from Christmas 2013, but our set-up this past year (2014) was similar, minus the desk and the chair (instead we had a small half-dresser near the door).  It has been YEARS since I did anything different with our couches.  We shall see if this "sticks."

2. Sight Word Brilliance

My son Jacob's brain works differently than the other children.  The "momma" in me says this is because he is a genius (which he very well might be) but the "reality" in me says that means some things are going to be a struggle.  School work is a struggle for him - not because he cannot do it, but because HE SEES NO POINT IN DOING IT!!  Anyhow, he was fighting me tooth and nail to learn his sight words (which is tremendously slowing down his reading right now) and yesterday it hit me to have him spell them out with letters.  He called it "fun"!!!  We have  winner :)

3. Movement helps the blood flow and that helps the brain work.

This is quite possibly the worst picture ever, but consider it like a "Where's Waldo."  Do you see two ropes (each braided) hanging from a giant climbing-strength carabiner?

I have been wanting to put some rings or a trapeeze bar in my living room for the kids to swing on, but we only have one hook right now and my dear husband already thinks I am crazy (and has a list of "honey do" items a mile long as it is).  So I found a strong clamp and a couple of ropes.  Now the kids pull, swing, and climb.  It has been helpful for me to have them (especially Jacob) answer a question and then swing once on the ropes, only to come back and answer the next question.  

Plus the ropes help keep them in the same room.  Jacob was pacing from room to room as I read him a story yesterday and I broke down at one point exclaiming, "Jacob, would you just STAY IN THIS ROOM, PLEASE!!"  Once I made it clear it was ok for him to pace, but I just wanted him close enough to hear he happily walked in circles around the table and from door to door while listening.

4. Move Your DNA by Katy Bowman is seriously BLOWING MY MIND!!

I know I have already posted about two other books she has written (well, they were really parts of her blog turned into books - this is her first "real" book, written as a book), but this one really takes the cake!!  Katy is a biomechanist that is basically looking at humans from an historical perspective of how we used to behave as hunter-gatherers.  She goes back to this point because she says that time/activity is how our bodies performed optimally and she says a lot (most) of our troubles today are from poor alignment/lack of movement as we do not move as we used to because of modern convenience.  I think my reaction to this book might be its own post soon.

5. Paul says the cutest stuff sometimes.

We had to upgrade our van last year before having Zipporah.  We ended up selling our mini-van to my parents.  When they come visit, Paul always refers to their vehicle as "the money-van."  

6. Samuel spoke up at Mass today.

This picture only kind-of goes with this number.  After Mass this morning there were many poinsettias looking for homes.  This one found its way to ours.  We shall see how long it lasts.

We try to go to daily Mass with our local Catholic school, at least once a week.  The priests regularly ask the kids questions during the homily and I often feel bad as I know Rebekah would LOVE to answer but they never venture further than the main aisle where all the school kids sit.  Today, however, Father Earl came over to our section as a few of the older school kids in front of us answered some questions.  And then, before I knew it, Father had called on Samuel!  Just like his momma, when he feels the need to say something he is not shy.  

Father was asking where we might find synagogues today.  Samuel answered, ITALY!!  Which, in his defense is quite wise of him.  We have been studying a lot about the Roman Empire in history right now and they just recently (in our studies) took over Judea and Jesus was born.  Since the Roman Empire first came from Italy, it makes sense he would say that.  Father got a good chuckle from it and agreed that there probably were some synagogues in Italy.

7. I took my two oldest children to receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation on Saturday.

I only took those two because they are the only ones old enough to receive.  (This was Samuel's second time to receive this sacrament.)  It was a great experience.  I love sharing the faith with my children.

Zipporah (almost seven-months-old here) is very happy I am done blogging so I can play with her again.

Christmas!! Yes, it is still Christmas!! :)

Journal #23

(Do I really only have 23 "journal" posts for the year?  And was my last one really in August?!?!  Oh well, you get what you get, don't throw a fit :)

Out My Window:

Snow, glorious snow.  I believe we have a high today of seven degrees.  As cold as that sounds, everyone in this house is pretty happy as we have had such a mellow winter so far, it was freaking me out and disappointing the children.

Clothing Myself In:

Jeans (that used to be too big and now just fit. . . I find it difficult to have patience with my body after having a baby :(  ), an M.S. Bike-a-thon t-shirt and a pair of the hubby's wool socks (hey, I need to see if I got him a decent pair for Christmas, you know :)

Around the House:

It is still Christmas!!  Did I mention that yet??  Well I feel like I need to shout it, because it makes me happy and so many people don't believe me and I think they are just missing out.  Here is our Jesus, resting oh so comfortably on the strings of the children's good deeds in Advent.

I thought it would not be so difficult to find space for our Christmas toys this year since they were mostly legos or kinex, both of which we already have large tubs to contain.  However, I seem to have overlooked how both of these types of toys vomit all over the room - and into the next - and then get broken and pieces end up everywhere!!  I will let them out a few more days and then make them pick them up soon - for my sanity.  The funny thing is that the kids seem to "get" my moods (or maybe they feel the same) and often comply easily enough on picking them all up for a bit.

I just moved the couch, about a half hour ago - so it sticks out into the living room.  Mostly I did it because I have a rope hanging from an old hook (long story) that the kids can climb and they were climbing/jumping off the couch (which is not allowed, btw)  on said rope.  So I moved the couch out almost ninety degrees to "compensate."  We shall see how long it lasts. . . or if it solves the problem.

Also, cleaning. . . is it just me, or does anyone else ever wonder WHERE DOES ALL THIS DIRT COME FROM!!  Seriously, I miss one day of sweeping and I have PILES!!  I really need to teach my kids to sweep better so they can deal with it.  (Although I was kind-of hoping their sweeping skills would simply improve with time/practice - unassisted practice that is!)

The Baby:

She is six-months-now.  She is quite unique from the other children in that she is considerably smaller for her age.  She was in the 5oth percentile (for everything, head, weight, and length) at her last check-up (and will go in for her six-month-check next week).  All the other children were either in the 90s or off the charts as babies, seriously.  She seems to be developing a little slower, too. . . but it is probably not a big deal - nothing to be concerned over anyhow.  She can roll around, but does not do it much.  She is not crazy about being on her tummy and will often roll on her back as quickly as possible.  She is quite content to lay on her back and bat at her hanging toys, or put them in her mouth.  She is not scooting or locomoting much at all.  Perhaps that is because everyone comes to her??  She does not sit up or pull up or anything crazy like that.  She will stand a bit if you hold her hands, but would not get in such a position on her own.

She still likes to suck her thumb.  I think I would rather have her take a pacifier as then I could decide when she could have it!  But she does what she does.

I had a breast infection several weeks back and I have been concerned about my milk production since.  About three or four weeks ago, I finally got it back up to were I am not really "worried" about her getting enough milk but I still notice that she is considerably less satisfied on one side.  And who wants to have lopsided boobs?!?!  Generally, though, I think her increased fussiness lately has to do with her attempt to get teeth maybe??  And/or the insanity of the holidays (as she does not rest well away from HER crib).

The Kids:

They have enjoyed the holidays and extended family fun.  They are happy with their toys and generally loving this season.  I only wish I could spend more time playing with them, but the call of housework and "projects" is too strong to resist right now as they are otherwise occupied.

Crafting:

I finally am almost caught up putting pictures in albums.  (And I was about three years behind, so this is huge, people!!)  Hopefully I can stay on top of this now that I am caught up and have a good system going.  The kids and I really enjoy looking at these albums.

Some day I am going to pick up my knitting needles again but they will have to wait until my arms are empty of Zipporah as she has made it clear that when she nurses, I am not to be engaged elsewhere!!

Reading:

I actually finished a book the other day.  It has probably been about a year since that happened.  In case you were curious, it was Little Women.  And I don't think I have ever read it before, even though it seemed familiar (I must have come across the title in school at some point).   In any case, I enjoyed it and finished it and now I am starting Emma by Jane Austin.  Yay for old classics.

And to add to the excitement, shortly after finishing Little Women, I also finished Getting the Marriage Conversation Right.  It is a short book about how to promote and defend traditional marriage in non-religious terms and I highly recommend it for all.  Very clear.  Easy to read.  And it made me think.  I am considering getting some more copies to pass out to some of my friends.

And my current reading consists of two books by the same author, Katy Bowman, over similar stuff.  Alignment Matters and Every Woman's Guide to Foot Pain.  I started the Alignment Matters book a while back and enjoyed it, but got busy and put it down.  Now I am seeing how some of this stuff REALLY makes sense, so I read more and picked up the book on foot pain, not because I have foot pain necessarily, but because it is considered her "introduction book" to what she is about - even though the book is really about foot pain, it is more than that, too.  In any case, she has some notions that really blow my mind.  I joined a facebook group about alignment and restorative exercise and am finding much fruit in the practices and ideas.  This will most likely be its own blog post in the future.  Oh and if you want to check her out on your own, she has a blog.

Bringing Me Joy:

*Zipporah!  As much as she has been so fussy and difficult to deal with over the past few months, she is truly a treasure I love.  When she smiles and coos or falls asleep on me. . . well, let's just say those are moments I find deep contentment.

*My husband.  He has been showing signs of maturity (shhh don't tell him) and beginning to really step up his care of the kids and offering to help me - even in tasks he thinks are somewhat a waste of time.  It is really sweet.

*Getting fresh flowers.  Today I took all six children with me to the store because we had been gone and needed EVERYTHING.  As I was leaving, the florist handed me a bouquet saying that I deserved one for bringing my whole family out in the cold.

General pictures to share:

This was shortly after our first extended family Christmas.

Rebekah braided Miriam's hair.  So sweet, right? :)

Christmas!

Rebekah was Mary, Samuel was the "blue" wise man,  Paul was the shepherd with the brown "hat." (on the end).  They all did great in the Christmas pageant during the children's Mass at church.

Samuel helped Zipporah open her Christmas gift.  She was enthralled, especially with the paper.

Zipporah's Godparents got her an ornament.  I think she approves :)

"The Kids" (and me, as I was trying to keep Zipporah happy) at Gordie's extended family Christmas.

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas. . .

As a child I do not remember celebrating Santa.  There were not "gifts from Santa."  My father certainly never dressed up as Santa.  I was never told to "be good because Santa is watching" or any of that kind of thing.  St. Nicholas came on December 6th and sometimes he put candy or small toys in my shoes and sometimes he brought a wrapped present in the morning.  But, Christmas was about Jesus.  We had an advent wreath and we faithfully lit the candles and said our prayers and then Jesus was born on Christmas and we got gifts from Mom and Dad and extended family, etc.  That was that.

(Odd Side Note: Although this is how I remember things, a while back as I was going through some of my childhood items, in a scrapbook my mom had kept, I came across an article in the local newspaper that I had written and guess what it was about?  It was a letter I had written to Santa!!!  I think I was in the fifth grade.  I asked for world peace.  How noble is that?   In any case I do not remember writing the letter and I certainly do not remember ever believing in Santa so perhaps we had to write such a letter for class or something, that is my only guess.)

I now have children and as the oldest two were getting old enough to pay attention to such things (somewhere between 2 and 4 - possibly one was 2 and the other 4 or something like that), I calmly sat them down and explained that Santa was not real and that what "the world" considered Santa was actually a glorification of St. Nicholas.  I explained the story of St. Nicholas - leaving candy in the children's shoes and throwing money in windows for the poor girls' dowries. I proceeded to give them small gifts, and/or to celebrate the feast of Saint Nicholas.  (I know one year for whatever reason I did not have gifts ready - I think maybe we had been sick - so I made a special dessert and we sang "Happy Birthday" to St. Nicholas.)  That was all fine and dandy.

It was the next year, I believe, when she was in Kindergarten, that Rebekah asked me before each gift was opened, who it was from.  I answered her truthfully that it was from Mom and Dad or Grandma or Aunt whoever, etc.  That year I had gotten a bit overzealous in my shopping and decided to bless the children with ADDITIONAL gifts on Epiphany (I called them "Kings Gifts").  So not only had they gotten Christmas presents from Mom and Dad and all their extended family, they got ANOTHER gift in January to celebrate the arrival of the three wise men.

About a week later as I was taking down our Christmas decorations (which normally happens for us on the Baptism of the Lord) Rebekah made a comment.  She said, in a mournful serious tone, "Santa did not bring us any gifts.  We must have been bad."  And my heart broke for her, but what could I do?  It was too late for Santa to come and I had already explained that he was not going to come anyhow.  How could she not "get it"?!?!

So another year or two passed and she no longer asked me about Santa, but then I overheard her tell someone, "Mom does not believe in Santa, but we (as in her and her siblings) know he is real."

Another year or two passed and now we are up to this year, this very evening, I believe she has finally reasoned out how her understanding of Santa (which I would argue is different from my attempts to make him a displaced St. Nicholas) fits in with the real reason for this season, the birth of Jesus.  Tonight she was eating dinner with the rest of the children at the table.  From the kitchen, I overheard her say,

"the one gift Santa can give God is his heart.  He lets God use him as an instrument of peace."

All I can say to that is "well-said, dear daughter, well-said."

Advent 2014

Happy New Church Year!!!  

Advent is here again, hooray!  Time to start over.  Time to prepare for Christ to come.  Time to be watchful and ready.  Such a great time of year - kinda like Lent, but a little less harsh.

If you are curious what we have done in the past, you can read all about our previous Advents here.

TRADITIONAL:  We are doing a lot of the same stuff as these past years, including: The Traditional Advent Wreath, The Story of Christmas Book (with an ornament and reading for each day in December),  and The Jesse Tree (a lot like the Story of Christmas book - ornaments for each day that have symbols from the Scripture stories they represent).  I'm short on time so I won't go into a lot of detail on things we have previously done.  We also have our outdoor Nativity scene up.  Unfortunately none of the characters (Mary, Jesus, and Joseph) work this year and I'm too lazy to check the bulbs and fuses, but I did put lights around them so you can see they are there.

NEW:  The one new item this year is a manger for baby Jesus.  We are going to soften the bed for baby Jesus (with cut up pieces of string) by our good deeds and sacrifices.  Then on Christmas we will put our "big" baby Jesus in his bed.  This is my first year for this because I just found a "big" baby Jesus and bed that I could afford this year.

The "manger" for Jesus is in the middle and I am going to keep the string in the blue bowel beside it, until we put it in piece by piece through our acts of charity and sacrifice.  On a side note, notice how sad my Advent wreath looks without candles :(  I did find ONE after this picture, so I guess that gives me exactly a week to get more!

PRAYER:  I'm thinking of possibly doing some Liturgy of the Hours with the older kids this year.  Night Prayer is nice and short, but kind of dark and dreary, so maybe we will try Morning Prayer or Daytime Prayer.

MUSIC:  Since my son Samuel has proven he REALLY likes singing and music can be quite holy I am also hoping to add more singing - at least a song or two (a "hymn" or two - not Old MacDonald or some such - hah) with the children each day of Advent.  Perhaps we can keep this up during the Christmas Season and on to Ordinary Time, and perhaps it can encourage me to get better at playing the piano!!  (Ok, let's not get crazy - hopeful, but not crazy :)

GIFT:  I was also going to wrap up 25 books and have the kids unwrap one for each day in December, but it is the night before December 1st and I have to wrap the books so. . . I'm guessing this probably won't happen this year.  But maybe next year.  (Note: Supposedly you are supposed to give your kids 25 NEW books for this, but I figure have a TON of books we have barely read - and some really good ones, too! - so why not just wrap up the ones we have?  I imagine it would be almost as special as the kids really care more about me reading them the story, I am sure, than the actual book itself being new or old.)

CRAFT:  We also have some crafts I picked up from Oriental Trading that I was thinking of giving a try.  Nothing too spectacular, just a sticker nativity and an Advent candle craft.  I know, why waste the money on something I could probably do better from scratch?  Well, I will tell you why - because this way I might ACTUALLY DO THEM!!  I often shy from crafts because of all the prep work involved.  The prep work is done for me and the crafts were CHEAP.  Plus since they come by the dozen we can do them this year and next!!

So, there ya have it.  Sorry I cannot take time to be more exciting about all this.  Well, let me rephrase that.  I AM EXCITED about ADVENT!!  But I am once again up against the wire (as Advent is HERE!!) and I'm exhausted from being sick for a long while and then just finishing up Thanksgiving celebrations today.  So I do not have a lot of time to put lots of fun links and pictures into this post.  But something is better than nothing.  So here is something.

Welcome to the family of God, Zipporah Marie!

Then little children were being brought to him in order that he might lay his hands on them and pray.  The disciples spoke sternly to those who brought them, but Jesus said, "Let the little children come tome and do not stop them, for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs."  And he laid his hands on them and went on his way.  (Matthew 19:13-15)

I'm not sure this verse is mentioned in the section on baptism from the Catechism of the Catholic Church, but I have always thought of it when I have my infant children baptized.  Today it really struck me how it is the faith of the community that is witnessed to at this event.  True, the grace happens to the baby.  Little Zipporah Marie is now a daughter of God, adopted through Jesus Christ, but she is also still just a baby.  And it is up to us as parents and her godparents and in fact, the entire Church community to help her learn and live the faith.

I should also note that Father Fred gave us kudos on picking her name and quizzed the congregation on who Zipporah was in the bible.  He also chose Mass today to mention how kids are most welcome and he understands how it can be tough for parents with little kids.  He, himself, was the second oldest of 10, so he "gets it," and was most encouraging of families that pack up all the kids to get to Mass on Sundays.

And now, without further ado, here are some pictures:

For the record, I have no idea what I found so funny at the time of this picture.

Receive the light of Christ!  :)

Being baptized really wears a girl out.

In the gown made from Great Grandma Mary Schmeidler's wedding gown.  (Which all the grandkids and great grandkids, thus far, have been baptized in.)

Decorated with lots of love (and perhaps not so much skill).  This was "Grandma's recipe" for chocolate cake and there were no left-overs.

Baby Thoughts. . . some reflecting, mostly random

Ordinarily I would have a huge happy post about welcoming the new baby (Zipporah Marie) to the family right now.  And let me tell you, it is killing me to not have such a post, but I'm making myself wait as I want to share her birth story and I am anticipating some wonderful pictures to accompany it.  This time I was blessed to have a birth photographer and if you were ever on the fence over such a thing, let me just say I will TREASURE these pictures, I am sure (from what I have gotten to glimpse so far, anyhow).  Now, would I/if I could have, had one for each of my sixth births? . . . I'm not sure.  But at this point in my life, it is SO COOL to see pictures of the birth as by the time the photographer got there and started taking pictures I was "in the zone" trying to survive all the insanity going on in my body and I have always wondered what it looked like from the outside.  My husband assured me it was "gross" and I did not want to see it, but that is why women give birth and not men I think.  Or perhaps seeing the pictures simply reminds me of the entire event as a whole - which is absolutely incredible- perhaps the most important event I get to participate in my whole life! (With the exception of the Sacrifice of the Eucharist at Mass, of course :)

Anyhow, as usually happens to me, post-birth, I have been doing some reflecting over the past few days.  Pregnancy and childbirth are such amazing occasions in a woman's life. I know birth always gives me a spectacular high that lasts several days (about a week this time) before I am just flat-out exhausted and then comes the hormonal insanity, but really there is such a beauty to it.  I am always floored by how much I can love another creature - this little baby - so fiercely and completely.  But more than just this new profound, anticipated, but still seemingly unexpected love for my baby, I feel almost as though the blinders come off my heart for a bit during this "recovery period" and I "feel" love for everyone more profoundly.  Suddenly I am writing thank you notes that make people cry and I am GERMAN - I DON'T CRY or have anything to do with crying!!  Every decision becomes life-shattering and I feel completely caught up trying to absorb every minute.  

I took Zipporah to daily Mass last Thursday and it really was a Mass of Thanksgiving for me.  Thanksgiving for her arrival and her perfection.  Thanksgiving for God blessing me with such a wonderful family.  I had to go to adoration afterward because I just could not get enough.  In the midst of my thankfulness, I remember my friends who long for children and mourn for them and then I think of all those children aborted and mourn for them and their poor, lost parents.  How I wish they could experience my seemingly infinite thankfulness.

And now it is time to rest and as much as I want to continue pondering. . . I really need to "pull the plug" here, so to speak, and get some rest.  My apologies for being "all over the place" but in my defense, I did call it reflections and ramblings and there has been a lot of both of those, for sure!  

Be sure to keep your eyes out for that birth post as it is coming soon.

Blessings!