Daybook Thoughts

Outside my window.....

a bunch of trees....as in, I haven't seen the sun rise or set since they reached full bloom. Sunlight is entirely underrated.

I am thinking.....

that tanning in a tanning bed while lactating is a very interesting experience.

I am thankful.....

for freedom from my past and the amazing supernatural grace to forgive that God gives His children. I am humbled and in disbelief at God's faithfulness to save. It's an amazing thing to truly comprehend the vast extent of life that can be embraced when learning to live in Him...life of truth, freedom, joy, healing, forgiveness, wholeness, compassion and mercy for others that would not exist without Him. How humbled I am by His saving grace and mercy that gives the ability to overcome. How thankful I am for a husband that understands my past, is just as passionate as I am about shedding light on the darkness so that others may avoid the years of hurt that took place within my own family from following such a radical belief system and the many traps into which a family so easily falls. It shouldn't ever have to happen again in families...but it does. Somebody needs to speak up. I will.

Fearless man.

Poison ivy on the mend. This would be 2 days after the steroid shot and on day 2 of 10 of an oral steroid to follow up the injection. Apparently not all people look like this when they have the allergy. Being our first experience with the crap I assumed all people looked like this. Not so.

His right (left in pic) leg is much better. Before the shot it looked exactly like his left. His arms look exactly like his legs. And by the end of it all it had spread to his face, chest and back too.

Happy face on the mend...finally!

Random park fun.

I am wearing.....
a normal, healthy skin color. I think I might actually be starting to look a little bit healthy. One thing about hiking up here....the forests are so dense sunburns do not exist. I kinda miss the Texas sun...but then, not really. While it is in the high 90's there we're still in the 70's here. 100+ days there are not far behind and we'll be sitting at a comfy, albeit humid, 80 degrees here.

I am hearing....

soft little morning voices chatter in the early morning. I am wholly, entirely head over heels in love with my children, so overwhelmed by my life, love of my husband. My heart hurts, oh how it grieves for those who do not know this. I wish I could take away the hurt. Sometimes I wish we could just rewind the clock and start over...but then I don't. Cause I'd never go back. And is it not the experiences...both pain so excruciating it seems as though one might perish under what crushes heart, mind, soul....and supernatural joy that lifts higher, farther than man deems possible...that sets us free and shapes who one is at this present moment in life? Freedom. How much I wish everyone knew it.

I am remembering....

that the trip to urgent care revealed, what I assumed was an innocent case of poison ivy, was, in fact, the worst case the dr had ever seen and infection had begun to creep in. After 9 days of four 45 minute treatments a day consisting of a bath, washing with Technu and Dawn soap, rubbing creams, ointments and drying potions, and bandaging open sores, along with dealing with the extra wash that goes along with morning sheet changes and clothes changes taking place 4 times daily it only grew worse. 1 steroid shot and 3 prescriptions later with a follow up in a week for yet a 2nd injection I think we might just have it under control....finally. If tomorrow the forests all burned up in one big fiery car crash and not one tree was left standing in even one US national park I'm thinking it wouldn't be soon enough.

I am going....
to not give a 7 year old another bath for a very long time. I think we're both glad to finally get out of the bathroom.

I am reading....
how to organize your life. After reading the entire book I have come to the conclusion that I can sum it up much better in 3 simple step by step instructions....sell, donate, and when you're still left with crap....just torch the house....especially when it's a rent house.

I am hoping....
that we never encounter poison ivy/oak again....ever.

On my mind....
that in our rainy paradise, we failed to think of how rain brings with it fleas, ticks, mosquitoes, humidity and poisonous growth of all sorts. Summer in the amazon is shaping up to be quite interesting.

I am noticing...

that it is absolutely physically impossible to ever make it home without the bread getting smashed.

I am pondering....

that if tanning is so unhealthy and such a bad thing why I feel so healthy and good when I do it. I think vit d....even the synthetic, light bulb kind....is a mood lifter.

Around the house.....

a 7 year old boy high on prednisone. I am quite certain there has never been a kid so hyper, so rowdy, so active that has ever possessed the ability to fit so many words into a 60 second period or climb as many door frames as he has managed to climb. I have concluded that it is quite similar to watching an auctioneer perform at the circus.

Life in pics.....

I CAN build. However, the task is complicated just a bit when 2 18 month old boys keep trying to help and are experts at disappearing with the tools.We did learn that a hiking boot works just as well as a hammer does. Improvise, adapt and overcome. Instruction manual said 2 hour assembly time....I managed to knock it out in a record breaking 5.

The completed pantry. Shift husband working, oldest camping. Evye, Aubrey and I left to get the job done. Hinges were even managed to be put on in the right direction the very first try. 1 down, 1 to go. After this experience I have become quite the expert at construction and building materials. Next up.....one from scratch. As in....Lowe's is fixin to do some wood cutting and the drill is being unearthed from the basement abyss.

When absolutely everything within the house is locked down or bolted to the floor to keep them off of it....they simply pull the drawers out of the office desk.

.....and they climb.

...everything.

Sticking carrots down the shopvac hose they saw fit to disconnect. We're in the midst of a clutter overhaul, thus the background mess.

Hitchin a ride. Like the monkey leash??? All the things one swore they would never in a lifetime do to their kids....and yep....there it is.

Not bad at all.

Now they just get all the bottom rack shoe baskets, empty them and tote them around as stepping stools. Organization projects taking place within the background.

The "child proof" door knob covers. This is how he greeted me from his nap. And, no....despite physical appearance he doesn't compete in the UFC. 

Sonic fun. Nothing like taking your drinks from the carhop looking like this.