Picture Post

So I dressed the little twins in bright colors so they'd be sure and stand out since they always seem to kind of get lost in their clothes that match all the other boys. I definitely could've coordinated the colors a little better though. But hey...you can see them!

Days spent at the lake. This day revealed sunken treasures in which the entire crew was ecstatic over their discovery. This was found in our remote spot where the lake was once 20 ft deep. Pretty cool stuff. Upon getting home they rummaged through and discovered it was filled with still recognizable, expensive tackle equipment....including an old fish scale....covered in years of slime. It also contained an almost waterproof first aid kit in which the bandaids were still surprisingly useable.

Garrison behind the camera. He needs to work a little on getting everybody in the shot, but still pretty sweet. I happened to be smiling for this pic...which makes it kinda funny everytime I look at it now.

Since I wash the sheets and mattress pad on our bed about every other day the majority of daytime pics are sporting nothing but the mattress. Makes for some lovely lazy day pics. Gatlin's thoroughly enjoying some daddy time...without or without sheets on the bed.

Grant's very 1st catch





Twins and twins
A1 w/ A2 and B1 w/ B2












almost 6 months and pros at sitting up these days



Graham on left, Gatlin on right




Texas moon

the crappie that he caught, filleted and fried

Showing daddy his fish

.......and the bed waiting for sheets yet again. But they're having some pretty good buddy time anyway.

Debunking the Body Image Myth and Large Family Mentality

I don't write to impress anybody. If I wrote to impress I probably would refrain from blogging about 3 ft turds in state park trash cans, sticking 1/2 naked pics of myself on here, admitting to my new inner longing to drive around with a toilet connected to my trailer hitch, and I certainly wouldn't go into hour long dissertations about unheard of, self centered randomness such as rhabdomyolysis...although you have to admit it was pretty interesting by the end of it....if you ever got to the end of it. So, with worries of impressing laid aside, I write.

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I love...really love...getting into shape. The actual act, in and of itself, sucks. Nobody in their right mind actually wants to go inflict misery and pain on one's self. The whole lung inferno and lack of capacity to inhale enough air to sustain life while you thud around like an elephant is not all that wondrous either. But after the fact, when it's all said and done, there is an endorphinatic high that really is unrivaled. It's definitely such an amazing thing to me to discover how the Lord has made our bodies to thrive on what is good for us and what is going to help us both now and in the future.

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But as I have now traversed this path of shedding baby weight after 8 full term pregnancies, I have come to the slow realization that there is NO encouragement for moms of large families out there where fitness is concerned. The reality does not seem to exist that one does possess the ability to get back into shape...to feel good, look good and gain or regain confidence in your outer appearance.

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This all translates into...when you feel good about yourself from a physical standpoint then that feeling integrates into every other area of your life. It's so, so, so very much more than the obsession with the scale and the outer physical appearance...so much deeper. It's about liking who you are, self acceptance and knowing that you have done everything you can to honor the Lord with what He has given you in your body. I know for me, it's about taking time out to do something for which I am going to reap rewards in myself. Among the rewards reaped are, obviously, physical fitness and appearance, but also rewards in personal character, and confidence within myself.

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I have discovered that character is one of the most important aspects needed in order to begin and stick with any form of a physical activity routine. But, it is also developed further and greatly strengthened in ways very few other things are capable of doing as you force yourself to stay consistent with it. Very few of the women you see are in shape because they absolutely love taking time to work out and thrive on the feelings of physical exertion. Character is crucial. Self discipline ranks at the top of the list along with others that follow, such as persistence, diligence, determination, commitment, patience. It's time out of the day that I am not giving 110% of myself to meeting others' needs. Even Jesus took breaks from ministering to the masses. I get into a rut of ministering to my masses 24/7 without ever lifting my head for a breath. And I love this. I am continually in awe of my life but it is very easy to get stuck in the rut of just carrying out the days in a joyful yet very robotic manner of routine and forever doing nothing for one's self...especially when there are so many at young ages with needs having to be met.

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I have also slowly come to realize that when one takes the time out of their day to work out they really are in a form of worship to the Lord. It is honoring Him and physical worship of Him with my body..not worship OF my body but worship USING my body...to praise Him and rejoice in His perfect creation...me! Keeping it healthy is to honor Him along with also honoring Him by exercising the many character traits that are required when one overcomes self. As one overcomes the complaints of the body and overcomes negative thoughts, one rises above all and requires submission of self. Everything encompassed in self discipline is put into practice.

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In taking time out to focus on your wellbeing and invest in your own life, stepping away from the constant demands only for an hour a day, it revitalizes, renews and rights the perspective on life...especially on particularly hard days. It is time in which I require myself to leave every other thing that beckons and do something that focuses on self discipline...which is entirely hard to do when you've got this many kids. I've had to improvise and find a way to integrate them into this routine while still taking the time to do what needs to be done for the health and self-perception of my body.

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It's so much more than having somebody say, "Oh...you don't look like you've had 10 kids!!!" It's about energy , feeling good, building character, confidence and feeling sexy so I know my husband wants to ravish me in the bedroom. It's about inhibitions deminishing and not having to have a towel plastered to you if he's around. It's about having the confidence within yourself to prance around the bedroom naked in front of him without a care in the world.

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It's the freedom most women long for but think is unattainable for them, for whatever reason, coupled with many different excuses or perceived convictions of not putting focus on outward appearance. I see this most prevalently in the large family, homeschooling realm of moms. I hear, rather often, of their lack of time, busyness of schedules, exhaustion, weariness, life demands, and, even recently, the fact that it is putting focus on outward appearance where focus does not belong.

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I've noticed from my upbringing in the Bill Gothard movement and present affiliation with the women of Above Rubies, No Greater Joy, ATI, Vision Forum, and others, how bound up the large family mentality is in legalism. Especially with regard to outward appearence and modesty. It is becoming painfully clear to me as an adult having come from that type of past, and as a present parent, that many of these moms are living by others' convictions rather than their own. It seems that the purity of their heart in desiring morality for their own family was somehow lost in the current of what everyone else is doing and the perceived standards that they feel must be lived up to within this movement. I do not in any way doubt that these families do indeed have convictions of modesty and not placing focus on outward appearance. The legalism comes into focus when judgement begins to take place of others failing to adhere to the same convictions the group as a whole has set for themselves. It seems to be a conviction cookie cutter mold in which you are judged based on how perfectly you fit.

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The point is, when you take on the convictions of others that were not intended for you, you then miss the convictions God designed and intended for you personally and sight of the bigger picture is completely lost. God's convictions are individually designed and designated for the individual person for the purpose of dealing with a heart issue or issues in that specific man, woman, couple and family. It is their testimony, their own personal life story that He is continually shaping and transforming into His likeness. Taking on a conviction God has placed in someone else only serves to rob you of the God ordained freedom you have in Him.

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Here's an example, if God tells a woman in your church not to wear make-up for the next year to deal with an issue of vanity in her, does it mean that you also should not wear make-up for the next year so that your own vanity will be dealt with? I say no. The reason is that unless God has decided that it's time for your issue of vanity to be dealt with then you're just operating out of a false conviction and legalism. And perhaps there's not even a spirit of vanity within you that needs to be dealt with...so the entire purpose is completely lost on your life and you have inflicted yourself and your family with false expectations, false standards and bondage from a yoke that God never intended for you to carry. This ultimately hinders your relationship with the Lord and your family's walk.

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That being said, it seems to me that in these circles, worth and legitimacy is based how many cups of flour you can grind a day, how many jars of jelly you bubbled up, and how many gallons of raw milk was hand milked from your cow at 5 am this morning. It also seems your worth is tied into how far advanced your children are in apologetics (I firmly believe children need to be grounded, in an unshakeable way, in apologetcis but when it becomes a competetion as to who's children are more advanced and who uses the better curriculum all is, once again, lost). It's not about proving your ability or achieving god-like parental status by the fact your infant's butt has never seen a "polluted", "toxic", "chemically drenched" disposable diaper or who saved their husband more money by using cloth, how none of your children have ever sucked down a bottle of brain altering formula, or how you are still tandem nursing a 4 year old, 2 year old and newborn. And, most amazing to me, worth is not determined by whether you're going to fly into the pearly gates with a skirt and acceptable shirt on. It seems that the undercurrent in these realms is that you are sure to be condemned to hell if you have ever had the audacity to put on a pair of jeans or your shirt hugged a little. That whole theory needs to be expanded on to such greater depth. Another post for another day.

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Furthermore, worth and legitimacy are not based on your view of circumcision and whether you live by the New Testament belief that God circumcises the heart, or you follow Old Testament law and have only a Jewish Rabbi perform the circumcision. To that end, it's not even based on which is right...Old Testament or New. To reach that conclusion would take a whole other post that would only end in what the Lord has laid specifically on your's and your husband's personal heart for your children.

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It's not based on how long you can cosleep, who's had the family bed the longest and how many children sleep between you and your husband or in the same bedroom with you. And, most importantly, it's not based on judgement of those who do not live up to YOUR convictions, standards, or ideas.

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I'll admit that I about had a fit when I discovered The Great Stomach Reveal post lovingly and entirely innocently posted to my facebook account by Grayson.....oldest son...who is so amazingly proud of me for what I have accomplished. Son that cannot for the life of him understand why I refused to make it facebook public. He saw that I did not log out and seized the opportunity to publicly welcome praise and encouragement over the progress made so far. I then had to explain to him that I have some 300 friends on facebook and have a mere 5 blog readers. And those on FB do not really have a choice in reading what one puts on there, as it posts status updates through the news feed, though someone has to intentionally come to the blog and read...and they're always welcome to stop and not come back if they don't like what they read or see. Same with facebook, I suppose. You can always unfriend somebody. But, there again, 300 vs 5. Blog feels just a little safer. I feel that my 5 loyal blog readers know what to expect from me, do not judge, and since I could care less about making an impression on here it's just a lot of dry humor, random ramblings, pondering the ways of the Lord, and my continual transformation of who I was into who He is creating me to be...and finding absolute freedom as I learn to live in Him.

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But as I searched for answers to the cause of my great inner disturbance over this new turn of events, I had to face the reality of my paralyzing fear. Of my 300 friends 298 of them are large family, homeschooling, Vision Forum/Bill Gothard/ATI/Above Rubies/No Greater Joy, skin is sin, turtlenecks to tennis shoes, no attention drawn to figure ever, friends. And, having been raised from 3rd grade into adulthood with these types of people and understanding the extreme propensity to judge, I knew of these 298 friends 297 of them would have a coronary over the blog post picture displayed and now lovingly broadcast in my profile picture as well. I also knew that instead of being the encouragement it was intended to be for discouraged moms struggling with body image after babies, it would instead invite great judgement from some, resulting in noses being turned up and loss of "status" within the large family realms. Common thought being that someone so apparently immodest would corrupt them, thereby causing them to run around wildly while half naked as well. I know that not all, but indeed most, saw the pic and that I have now been relegated to the nose bleed section of heaven due to my testimony on earth being less than pristine and I might've potentially "caused" a man to sin. Since they are so "esteemed" because of their convictions and standards and have drawn their own lines of what is "acceptable" and what is not, I have been judged. I know this due to a few less than acceptable emails and the immense silence of the remaining ones. I knew it would come if it was ever put out there...and it did. Out of over a hundred moms within this movement that I am in contact or acquainted with a mere three responded, commented or encouraged between facebook and this blog combined. Three did not judge. And three let themselves be encouraged.

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Three looked deep enough to know that my heart is not in it to go out there and see how many men I can attract, how much attention I can draw, how much skin I can show. Those three saw that I am not seeking to bounce around and flaunt it all. But, therein lies the key to it all....my heart is to encourage all of the moms out there that need it so badly concerning areas that no one ever seems allowed to touch in this cultish type of modern day Ma Ingalls. It seems, too, that if you admit to taking more than an hour of your day to work out you are pushed even farther away...cause there is, again, an underlying current that you are focused on body and outward appearance too much...which is vanity.

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To be immediately and silently condemned for the cardinal sin of posting a picture like the one taken of me as vain, immodest, or both, is wrong at best. They may have convictions of that in their own personal life but are they really their own??? Or did someone TELL them that these are the convictions in which you must live by and that everyone else must live by also???

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I have come to realize over the years as I have desperately sought encouragement, weight loss success stories and picture journeys of large family moms that have toned up and lost it all that these stories and pictures do not really publicly exist. No one ever puts it out there and no one seriously ever posts real life pictures. And the more open and honest I became on the blog the more I was privately bombarded by desperate moms looking for a success story that shows the reality, honesty, and hope that what lies beneath the clothes can be sexy. Women long to know that the battle scars of bearing children have not destroyed their sex appeal. I think most women assume that toning up and looking fit is a lost cause for them after 4 or 5 or more kids. Some lose hope after 2. They envision gnarly, wrinkled, puddled skin, rolls of fat that can no longer be shed, muscle tone dissipated for life, bulging varicose veins, unsexy dimpled skin...the "baby ravaged" body of a mother. My intent is to demonstrate that this mind-set is false. We don't have to go around carrying a secret burden that we're all afraid to talk about under the guise of modesty and vanity.

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I have all of that. I have the puddled skin, I have the fading yet ever present varicose veins, I still have the 10 lbs to go. I have the dimpled, massive thighs. I have real life in a very real imperfect body. But I want women to know what it can look like...and see what they can make of it. It doesn't have to be the hidden baggage that weighs the heart down as we all sit around and suffer in silence. Indeed you don't have to bare it all for the world as I have chosen to do...but you can know that it's possible to do something about it and then feel good about it, and that it's OK to feel good about it. Someone desperately needs to let it be known that caring for your physical body and feeling good about yourself is not vanity but something that is God given in every woman. He put it there for a reason. He instilled in us a deep desire to be absolutely beautiful and mesmerizing to our husbands.

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I have learned through my own husband, over the course of many years, that confidence, when he speaks adoration of the beauty he sees in me, makes me irresistable to him. When I refrain from turning him away or dismissing his words with negativity, it is acceptance and aknowledgement on my part that he did choose his woman well and his taste as a man is impeccable. My husband has said over and over again in our marriage "Insecurity about yourself and your body is about the unsexiest thing ever. When you continually run yourself and your body down you are eluding to the fact that my desire and choice in the woman I have is less than ideal." I'd never looked at it before like that until I saw it through his eyes. And he is so amazingly right. To not believe his words, fail to accept his compliments or resist his joy of what he has in me as his wife is to silently tell him he has bad taste in the choices he has made in life and that God has given Him something that is less than ideal.

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We are challenged to be sexy and stay sexy for our husbands. Song of Solomon wouldn't even exist in the Bible if sex appeal was not one of the many facets of a relationship that keeps it healthy. It is about keeping yourself up but, so much more than that, it's about the confidence you have in yourself as a woman....and that includes, to a great degree, physical body and appearance. Confidence in your physical appearance is a serious issue. No matter how vain and awful the "focus on the Lord and not your appearance" movement seems to make it, confidence in your body is not a sin and it is not vanity. It is not a sin to work towards a goal for your body and then be amazed by what you have accomplished. It is an area that so desperately needs to be addressed.

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There is balance in everything. Exclusively focusing on yourself and your body would wreak havoc and would undoubtedly be a problem. But forsaking your body to only "focus on the Lord" is just as wrong...as we are specifically instructed to take care of our body, as it is the Holy temple He has given us and we are to honor Him with it. And a mortal man....your husband more specifically...enjoys beauty. God created that within him. Nobody wants to be with a down and out wife that's depressed about her self image. So therefore caring about appearance is not vanity and is not a sin...but is actually an act of maintaining your marital realtionship and honoring the Lord with your body. God created men to chase after what they find beautiful. So it's safe to say that being concerned enough with your appearence to be chaseable is not vanity but rather the further and continued cultivation of your relationship with your husband. To reiterate, yet once more, it's not about how many rolls you have or what the little digital numbers read out in the privacy of your bathroom...it's about confidence in yourself and your body, for him and for the betterment of the quality of your life. It is far reaching and affects so many areas in a woman's life. It's about confidence, not appearance. But with the perfectly designed way God created a woman to be and the innate desire within her to be pleasing to the eye for her husband and present herself well in public it does come back around to appearance.

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So let there be no judgement over pictures and what one chooses to wear...or not to wear. This is to encourage the ones so desperate for a real life story. One of the most absolutely amazing works God has done in my life over the years we have been married, and more specifically over the last 5 or so years, is to just be me and live by the convictions He has placed on Brad's and my personal heart for the growth and wellbeing of our own little family. And it's ok to be different and to have different perspectives and different convictions than others. It's ok to take a picture in your running bra and jeans if the Lord has not personally laid it upon your heart to keep neck to toe covered. I do not judge those in any way that choose to do skirts and dresses, or even those that wear jeans, and keep everything covered in their definition of modesty, based on what they feel the Lord has laid upon their hearts. What I do question at times is the authenticity of some of their "convictions" and the arrogance that seems to accompany such thinking. Away from the peer pressure of living up to the "standards", do these convictions really exist for them personally as well as their family? Hypocrisy and legalism take place when people that feel the freedom to live differently, by what they feel is acceptable in their own walk, are judged. The ones being judged are on their own journey in their personal relationship with the Lord just as the ones judging claim to be.

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What few seem to understand is the freedom that comes in walking away from specific areas if you discover your heart is not truly there. I'm so amazed by the mothers that manage to make bread for their families and have a desire, anointing and grace to do this. But it's also ok that I don't have it. Just as every man is not called to be the pastor of a church...so it goes with every woman not being called to rise and make bread. And just as men each have their many differing vocations so do women in the home have their many differing areas of ministry. As I struggled for many years to make bread, do organic, sew clothes, adore cooking, wear skirts, nurse babies and cosleep, among many other things, I wore myself out. Somewhere in there I lost myself in everybody else's convictions and their specific areas of grace as I was trying to apply them all to me.

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So, I eventually sat, and I was still, and I quit everything. I've come to know that He is God and He is faithful to tell Brad and I what is right for our personal family. When I walked away from the legalism and the judgement by failing to meet "minimum standards" and expectations of it all....I found me. In finding me, the rest was stripped away and the Lord was then able to open up the doors of our life and invite the extraordinary in...because my focus had shifted back to Him instead of the sheer burden of the works and the weight of having to live up to everybody else's expectations and convictions. Therefore, I am free! There is no testimony of your own when you are living by everybody else's standards. Freedom. It's an absolutely beautiful, amazing thing. And, sadly, it is something very few people know anything about.

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So, I tackle the truth in my running bra and tight jeans because I can, because I am free, because I do not fear judgement anymore and because someone needs to do it. Because there is an entire society of women out there that desperately need the encouragement where their body is concerned. They need to know what is possible and what their body is capable of achieiving even after bearing many babies. Someone desperately needs to let it be known that it is not vain to be confident in yourself and to want to look good. I do this because somebody needs to say it's ok to want sex appeal for your husband. Your body can do it....even after ten children.

Uncontrolled Texas Fires

It is here. Approaching the city limit. We're waiting around for firefighting husband to be called in, as the entire dept in on standby and tons of our guys are already out there. Mandatory evacuations are in progress. They've asked all elderly, those with children and those with lung problems to leave the city. Smoke, even here in our tiny town, is thick and all of the world is an eerie gray. Once night fell it is an unrivaled black unlike anything I have ever seen. Everything smells of smoke from our clothes to the insides of our vehicles.

This would be it blowing towards town at 30-45 mph.

We're good, as we live east of it all. But hurting for those so affected by this and praying for all the guys out there and the families of those that have already lost their lives to this. Lots of residents are using the rural highways to get to main interstates. Trucks and trailers everywhere which increase the risk of lighting up the kindling box of brush in our area. The coliseum has been opened for the evacuees and the fairgrounds for all livestock. Volunteer departments are beginning to run out of fuel so donation sights have been set up everywhere for fuel, water, and food, and items for those having to evacuate. Praying the wind continues to calm, as it has gone from a steady 30 mph, gusting up to 45 mph, all day to around 16 now. Sleepless night around here when you're waiting for the phone to ring.

The Bumper Dumper

Since we don't have many beautiful spring weather days left in sweltering west Texas the children and I loaded up and headed out to the lake for a spontaneous picnic. What we kinda failed to plan for was the all consuming need to pee out the 44 ozs of coke we drank on the way to our scenic destination. And being that we live so entirely rurally and I love seclusion our much beloved spot is no less than 50 miles from anywhere and about 70 miles from any trustworthy gas station. As the need was becoming a bit overwhelming for relief of bodily functions creativity was required. Having had an absolutely obnoxious, scarring event in childhood as my family attempted to camp at Possum Kingdom I vowed at the early age of 8 I would never in my life pee without a toilet again. That memorable trip also included forgetting the tent poles, no dry firewood for dinner...so no dinner at all..or smores...actually I think we did end up eating cold wienies, no nearby bathroom facility resulting in aforementioned event, and rain.....lots of rain. It ended with all 5 family members sleeping in our conversion van...or attempting to....eagerly awaiting sunrise so we could head home. That little camping event is what led my younger brother into Boy Scouts and attaining the coveted Eagle Scout rank. To say that my father is not the outdoorsman is a little of an understatement. My brother and husband have made up for it and thankfully we are raising outdoor wise children..that do not end up peeing all over their clothing and footwear with no change of clothes, eating cold wienies and attempting to sleep in drenched sleeping bags.

Fast forward to today.... we must find a way to remedy the immediate need or leave our lovely day at the lake. And, of course, there would be a farmer out HAND plowing his cow field on the other side of the forsaken tiny state park facilities we occupied. So...just squatting in the wild wasn't quite gonna cut it. But driving a beast of a vehicle does have it's advantages. After taking stock of the resources we had within, our make shift girls stall was erected. I think we could safely live off the contents that reside upon the floor of our van for no less than a year so we had more than enough resources with which to meet rising needs. To keep splattering off the parched ground to a minimum we unearthed a 64 oz cup, gathered a roll of mostly shredded, stepped on paper towels, a lone plastic sack...still surprisingly intact...for trash can purposes, and a huge blanket which has been missing for over two weeks now. We found it...obviously....along with a million petrified Chik Fil A fench friesand about half as many half eaten nuggets, a hamburger patty or 2 turned rock frisbees, 286 sucker sticks...all conveniently cemented to the floor board, 2 million shredded Sonic cups, the entire stock of Wal Mart's die cast car section, a pellet gun or 3, 4 baseball gloves, 23 toy guns and rifles, just as many chewed up straws, a few melted crayons, a few thousand shredded foil jr burger wrappers, a few hundred fermented empty drinkable yogurt cups, only about 50 cheese stick wrappers.....and.....2 entire flattened, uneaten loaves of Nature's Own bread. The ones we couldn't seem to find after our last grocery shopping trip. Found them. And yes...we clean this thing out once a week....pretty much.

I was overly impressed with how well the make shift facilities met the need and how progressive our creativity proved to be. Complete and total privacy out in the middle of nowhere...with an antiquated farmer plowing to our west. Good farmer finally left us in privacy and we were back to 100 miles from anyone....after all the girls peed.

And little boys with their convenient anatomy just peed on every tree out there without the need for any privacy...and life went well....until the inevitable.

"Mama? Mama???? Mama! I really need to poop."

"No, buddy. You can wait. I know you can hang onto it for awhile."

"Yes ma'am."

.....5 minutes later....

conversation above repeated once again.

...5 minutes more....

"Mama...I can feel it. It's coming out"

At this point to strap him into carseat and take off for civilization ensured a carseat turned commode. And since I could not even begin to imagine trying to dump a turd....or 2 or 3....out of a 64 oz cup I began to search the world over for alternatives. In desperation the inconceivable suddenly not only became conceivable, but appealing. I tentatively opened the clean lid of the state park barrel trash can and peered within. No bees. Minimal flies. Seemed promising. Yet the opening loomed larger than life for a 3 yr old butt. Scanning the ground I quickly located a piece of old driftwood and sat it a little precariously atop the opening. 3 yr old gleefully followed instructions to strip and was balanced upon the log with some aid given to balance, as the ridiculousness and humor of our current predicament set in. As he laughed...since he is our ever joyful one that laughs about absolutely everything in life...he proceeded to take a 4 lb dump in the green state park trash can. Siblings gathered around in total awe over the fact this feat could actually be accomplished and the novelty of it all. With excrement sanitarily and hygienically deposited...though that aspect is a little questionable at this point...the lid to the trash can was shut and we walked away. I am quite certain the state park employees are gonna love us for that one.

Given the fact that taking a dump in a barrel can is quite the event in our family 104 kids continued to open lid and peer at 3 ft turd within. So it happened that Grant and Garrett were laughing hysterically at this newfound amazingness as they gawked once more. As any outing with an obnoxious number of kids goes....Grant's arm grew tired from the weight of the hinged lid, expertly shutting Garrett's bowling ball head within. Once Garrett was freed from barrel-turned-wreaking-outhouse-facility he screamed and hopped himself around right into an ant bed. With a baby strapped in Ergo on front and older kids on the shore I picked his 48 lb self up and hauled him to van. Auto first aid kit was located and Waladryl cream and the Bite Off stick....the little marker sized bite and sting remedy stick that compactly fits anywhere...were administered. And on the Auto First Aid Kit note...we have been through enough scenarios that I finally just concocted my own based on history of needs.....cause the little store bought ones just don't cut it. My specially made kit includes a Rubbermaid tote with

- Bandaids of all shapes and sizes

- Walosporin....or whatever the off brand of Neosporin is called

- Waladryl cream...see if you can figure that one out

- liquid Waladryl w/ a medicine cup....yep, figure that one out too.

- Walenol...any ideas???

- Waltrin....anyone?

- the Bite Off stick

- a LED flashlight

- Off bug spray

- iodine

- a baggie of q-tips

- ice pack

- aloe vera

- travel sewing kit...this is actually surprisingly indispensable as it contains travel scissors, needles that come in handy for splinters, and needle and thread should you decide to try your hand at off road suturing.

- a box of matches

- Walocaine gel..max strength oragel works for this too

- trash bag...just cause

- and other crap I can't think of off the top of my head

- and to the side of it under the 4th row seat we always have a small adult sleeping bag. It has come in amazingly handy too. When kids pop an unexpected fever and freeze their butts off we can unzip it and have an instacover or when kids can't seem to agree on climate within the confines of their enclosed space or when they're frozen due to my pregnancy induced heat stroke the frostbitten ones huddle underneath....or should we ever decide to spontaneously camp out at least one of us will be comfy.

On the handy tip note, while I'm on a role....we also carry around a Rubbermaid see through tote for diaper bag purposes. It contains absolutely everything a diaper bag contains plus a change of underwear for all toilet trained kids and a change of clothes for Ivye. That way we're assured that diapers and wipes are within arm's reach for van changes and always there even if we forget the diaper bag. Then we also have the same size see through tote for toys too. Works great for the stray ones that make their way into the van along with the ones designated for traveling purposes to occupy hands and reduce toddler auto boredom. Then we also have a tote up front for anything that needs to go between the 2 front seats...which is just a ton of misc crap that is not supposed to include any form of petrified food...but does anyway.

Back to the point.....so go our adventures in nature. I am quite convinced at this point that we now have enough people in this family to warrant the cost of a bumper dumper. And yes.....they make those...for families like us. At only 69.95 I find that not only perfectly reasonable but quite fair for the comfort and sanitation it ensures to those in need. I'm sure all park employees will be grateful. And as an added benefit it also acts as a stand alone toilet without needing the aid of a hitch if you see fit to insert a bucket underneath. Although I still just can't quite fathom taking a crap in a bucket. Who empties that???...cause it ain't gonna be me. Actually, I say that but one would be amazed at some of the things I have touched and had projected upon me within my years of parenting. So, I guess a turd in a 5 gallon bucket is not really all that horrific. Or I guess you could insert a trash bag cause a Wal Mart sack sure wouldn't cut it for the mouth of a 5 gallon bucket...pretty much guaranteeing the mess one is seeking to avoid. It is quite the versatile and affordable accessory for any large family...or really, any person at all, in my opinion. Cause you just never know when the urge is gonna hit. The Bumper Dumper. It's what I want for Mother's Day. A camo one.

Giving kisses Bright red and white blond. A little bit of a repeat of 6 years ago. The flash kind of washes out the extent of red he's got going. There's a baby in the 2nd seat of the stroller too. You just kinda can't see him very well...or at all. And this really just doesn't look like 9 kids. Nine being due to Grayson taking the pic since that's about the only way this ever works. And no...I'm not pregnant. But in this pic it's seriously looking like it. The 50 thousand pics to get a good one

The girls' stall

taking turns

Trying out the new one. Since we now have 7 kids in carseats and little twins are wanting out of infant carriers we've bumped up the big twins to 5 pt harness boosters, freeing up their carseats. So now Garrett, Gavin, Ivye and little twins are all in infant-65 lb, 5 pt harness carseats with the big twins in 5 pt boosters.

The Great Stomach Reveal - 10 children...including 2 sets of twins....later

Tiny boys are not so tiny anymore. At 5 1/2 months they're rolling happily all over the place, laughing, and using arms and legs to scoot short distances. They definitely are no longer immobile. Gatlin has mastered the art of rocking back and forth on hands and knees though he and Graham both do the inch worm crawl across beds and floor. Crawling is just around the corner. They grow and change so fast. How much I love this time in life but how I wish it'd linger just a little longer.

After being so sick I was only allowed to work out in moderation last week and was forced to keep it at only 3 days of the week. I've been given a clean bill of health and am free to resume the workout routine, as of today. So, back to P90Xing...using a little more sense in the deal...and running. I'm still standing at only running a mile at a time. More than a little disappointing when I want so entirely badly to run a 5k. I have no intention of wimping out and walking after a mile so am busy working up to the 3 miles required to run it all. Seems like it's taking forever. Stretching out the mile today and requiring of myself a mile and a quarter....if I don't die first. Despite all that....I'm feeling a little lighter on my feet these days. Persistence, diligence, determination and commitment.

I really have come to loathe it when people say they cannot attain a size 8 or 10 or whatever their goal may be due to the fact they are not "naturally thin". And I find that I am hearing this more and more often as I seek to get back into shape after babies and lose the weight. I'm continually amazed by the women I am met with that come up and give compliments and then laughingly state, "I guess it helps when you're just naturally skinny." Ummmm......no. I am not naturally thin and never have been.....ever. In general, it takes some hard work and effort to maintain a healthy weight. I don't think it ever just kind of comes naturally. I did try on jeans the other day and managed to squish myself into a tight 8, or roomy 10. Overall, I'm pretty happy with where I am. Still watching the scale drop but am more in love with what I can accomplish physically now more than the obsession with the scale and numbers. I'm down 18 lbs and the ideal goal would be to lose another 12 to 22. But, as stated before, at this point I'm just more in love with being active and the extra energy and vitality derived from living healthy. So, we'll see where we go from here.

I figure since I'm no longer sizing up a pregnant stomach anymore hands under boobs doesn't work so well.

And this is about as unpregnant as I look anymore.

The courage to do a front shot. I've been asked by many moms to show what a stomach after 10 children including 2 sets of twins looks like. In all honesty, I've had absolutely no desire to do this or fulfill requests. There is no doubt that I am overwhelmingly proud of the 10 children we have been given and that this body has born to us but to say my stomach sports hard earned battle scars I am proud of is taking it a bit far. I hear the battle scars remark often by, specifically, moms of multiples but, at times, from other large family moms also. And I must say, if I fess up in all truthfulness, that I just don't embrace it like most appear to. I find it more than a little hard to love though it seems to some as though to admit that fact might negate your feelings and absolute love for your children. It does not in any way and I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. But, it still remains a struggle to like. There is a huge difference between acceptance of something and actually liking it. I accept my body, but I just don't exactly like certain aspects of it. And to have any commenters on here leaving statements doubting the love I have for my children or chastising me for being uncomfortable in my own skin is just a crock of crap. So very often I see girls, wives, and moms struggling to accept their body. It does bother me quite a bit that in this society of large families if you actually fess up to the fact you might not like a certain aspect of your body that you are considered vain and uncomfortable and, even in some realms, ungrateful for your children. Depending on some circles that are run in, to be unhappy with anything about one's body is putting focus where focus does not belong. I have heard it said that it is energy much better spent deliberating and meditating on Biblical truths. I do not doubt this fact a bit. If most people used as much energy establishing and deepening their relationship with the Lord as they use obsessing over physical traits the world would undoubtedly be a much deeper, well grounded place. But, if truth be known far and wide between most every woman, when met with reflected image there are some things you just wish differently. Rarely does anyone ever fess up and tackle the truth on this end of the baby ravaged belly. For me, there is total acceptance of reality but not entirely love for reality.

All of that said, my stomach is still relatively flat and can be covered, hidden and disguised easily. As long as adoring husband stays absolutely head over heels in love with it that truly is all that matters. And he is, in every way, quite in love and mesmerized by me...perhaps not mesmerized by the stomach specifically, but he is quite taken with the entire package. Spoken adoration, encouragement and sweet nothings always and forever crossing his lips. And that is all a wife could ever ask for and the affirmation that the woman's heart within me needs.

.....and yes, I have a belly button ring...for my sad little, Sharpei-ic belly button. It's just not in at the current moment. And the dark line and coloring that runs the length of my stomach and around the belly button would be the slowly fading linea nigra that occurs in some women's pregnancies...just happened to get kinda, really extraordinarily dark this time given my 54 cm circus status that was attained at 40 wks and 2 days with twins. It will fade. It always does.

So.....there you have it. The courage to bare it all...quite literally...for the world at large.

Daybook

Outside my window.....cat food eating chickens and a psychotic rooster crowing at sunset.

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I am thinking.......that self tanning moisturizing lotion is absolutely, 100%, positively the nastiest smelling thing one can do to one's self. I'd rather be pale.

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I am thankful for........kind drivers. Living in a part of the world where big rumbling ranch trucks with hatted cowboys and geriatrics in Oldsmobiles still let you in. The sheer joy of kindness meeting kindness on lone Texas highways...a flick of the hand to acknowledge life and humanity...instead of running your butt over. Where all of the world is just kinder.

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I am wearing...........spandex shorts and a tank top with socks and a ponytail.

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I am hearing.........Sons of the Desert "What I Did Right"... and Baby Einstein. I love the song...but they don't mix.

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I am remembering........that Grant's stomach was upset 2 weeks ago and when they stopped at the Wal Mart in Eastland he got a little more than he bargained for when he had some flatulence issues. And his clothes are still sitting in a Wal Mart sack out in the shop. And I was so sick I kinda forgot about them. I should probably wash them.....but......

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I am going...........to not put on self tanning lotion ever again

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I am reading........the back of the Sprayway glass cleaner can.

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I am hoping......that I at least get a half way decent body color out of this deal to make all the stink worthwhile.

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On my mind.......Chik Fil A

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Noticing that..........pale is the new fashion.

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Pondering these words.........

Garrett.... "It's a much prettier day in the front yard. And it's not a pretty day at all in the backyard. So, may we play out front now?"

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Gavin...."I put a booger on your cover last night....but it's gone now cause Ivye ate it."

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Aubrey....."I think Choco's pregnant! I think Chippo got her pregnant by rubbing her back! Is that how Daddy gets you pregnant, mom....by rubbing your back too?"

Me... "Ummm.....in theory.....yes.

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From the kitchen.........bean and cheese tostadas

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Around the house..........an overwhelming amount of crap to be tackled....and not alot of motivation to do it.

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One of my favorite things........not the Wal Mart sack out in the shop.

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From my picture journal.........still entirely entertained by the fact that we have the ability to recreate this picture 6 years later

Aubrey at 2 with G&G1 at 4 months

Ivye at 2 with G&G2 at 5 months

Aubrey with a Baby A and a Baby B

Ivye with a Baby A and a Baby B

More Pics

5 Months!

Just lovin' on his buddies

Boy love

Big enough for the saucers...and happy about it too!

An entire pile of clean laundry on the bed and this is what he finds to sleep with.