Books in the Box

We have MANY Books.

I Love Books.She Loves Books.
So does she.

And they are his Favorite!!

I started packing this week, finally.

I don't have any clue how moms work. I had a little part time cleaning job, I fell behind in things at home, and I had to quit- just so I could pack, move, get re-settled and prepare a "home" for Anthony to recover in. I am so overwhelmed right now.

And I am doubting so much.

Should we even do this?

Maybe we should move somewhere else entirely?

Maybe we should go back to Iowa?

I still feel like my life, and our children's lives, are still there.

Like we left them there, forgetting to pack them.

We started with books last night.

We are seriously downsizing, so I thought maybe it's time to weed out some books.

I think of our couple hundred, I got rid of 12.

But something was so wonderful about it.

Not putting them in a box, but going through them all.

Have you ever taken the time to look at the books you used to read to your kids?

What an amazing trip!

I ran my fingers over the covers and pages of my life.

"Hush Little Baby" - the one I read to Anthony in the hospital when he was born,

and Bella when she had RSV.

"Little Prayers" - Every night to Bella, it was a favorite of hers.

All the sesame street books I grew up loving, and then sharing with little ones on my lap.

Anthony and his "little critter" books he loved, and I loved reading.

There were books from when he was born that helped me through those first hard months.

There were books from the late night with earaches and coughing.

There were books that Anthony and Bella learned to read from,

and some that Emma is learning on.

There were Bella's first chapter books,

and many of the 40 she read to earn her American Girl Doll.

There is even one that was so loved, that when Bella, as a little toddler, got sick one night while it was in her bed, I just cut off the contaminated pages and we kept it.

There is also the series I bought for all of them, that they all just loved, still love, that I bought for them 2 years before any of them came into the picture.

All these books of hope, dreams, real life, and love went into the boxes. And they will go into the new house. Where yet, I am not sure. But THAT part of my life IS coming with.

We've been here almost 2 years, and it's been awful for a lot of it.

But those books reminded me of greater and happier times.

Who knows what will happen next?

I know one thing for sure,

Books and daisies are going to a major part of the decor, even if that's all that will fit.

A New Day

For Valentine's Day, I asked my husband to buy me daisies. I love them, they are my favorite. They remind me of country roads, grandma's house when I was a little girl, blue and white checkered print, summer days, brighter days, simplicity, purity, and love. Yesterday I noticed something else.

D-Danyel
A-Anthony
I-Isabella
S-Shaun
I
E-Emma
S
Ok, so it's necessary that I get more than one for that to work, but I love it.

Today is a new day.
I realize that maybe I wasn't as peppy in my last blog as I was trying to be. I thought the spin on Murphy made it funnier, but maybe not. As I received MANY well wishes, prayers and hopeful stories since then. God bless each of you for all of them.

I think I should have posted earlier though, because I signed a lease yesterday!! Your prayers, along with ours - have come through.

It's going to be cozy, it's little!

But we will fit. It's a townhouse, fairly close, price was decent, won't need a storage garage, this one is huge. So that will help. We couldn't find anything, besides a way overpriced apartment without stairs, but this has minimal. So it should be okay for Anthony.

I am in a bible study right now and on Tuesday we talked about taking the "precious" from our histories, and leaving behind the "worthless". Not that any of our past is worthless, but definitely there are some things not worth passing on to my children.

So in looking into our future - I want to focus on what could be our "precious".

I could get hung up about being in a townhome, being our age and doing college, and renting, and starting over.

Or...
The precious things I could see are that...

-I won't have to mow or shovel for 2 years (and I won't have to worry about Anthony taking off with the mower).

-I won't spend countless hours cleaning my own house.

-I will get to see my children everyday close by my side.

-Nobody will have to change schools.

-We will be cozy, live smaller and simpler.

-We will all have to go out to play as we will have to drive to a park.
This summer could be a "tour de parks" all over Minnesota. And I can go because I won't have to clean my house all day.

-We will meet new neighbors, maybe some close friends?

-We will get to go on summer walks around a great and safe neighborhood.

-My pyromaniac son will be able to flick a switch to start a fire, and flick it again to "put out the fire". No new carpet necessary.

-My daughters will share a room (anybody looking to sell some bunk beds?).

- We can put murals on the walls in the kids rooms.

-We will be able to breathe a little more financially.

-When all is said and done - we have 2 years to get through the backlash of the sale of our home, 2 years for me to get through school, and 2 years where our kids get to see us work very hard to acheive our dreams. There is nothing more honorable as a goal, than to gift my kids with the knowledge and know-how, the example set - of how to create a vision, dream a dream, and then see the fruit of the labor. My kids didn't see what I did or didn't do in my 20's. But when they are in theirs - I pray this experience blesses them.

Because in 2 years, (maybe a little longer), mom will be a teacher and/or a writer, dad will be home in the evenings and on weekends, we will get another house that more suits us, in the woods with a garden. And we will all appreciate it immensely. Until then, we are going to enjoy the next two years (careful to not instill the "I'll be happy when..." philosophy for in two years.) We are going to be happy now.

We are going to plant daisies, in the window.

And be reminded of country roads, grandma's house, blue and white checkers, summer days, brighter days, purity, simplicity, and love.


Precious.

God Called - But I am pretty sure he dialed the wrong number.

You know all those wonderful "comforting" thoughts in hard times. They are supposed to give you a happier perspective, calm you, remind of good days to come.

I need some different ones.

Instead of "thing can't get any worse" - I want to say "things have to get better".
Because everytime things can't get any worse - they do.

So now, after the last few weeks, they HAVE to get better.

Don't say, "God won't give you more than you can handle". Because God doesn't even give it out. Life, satan, karma, whatever you want to call it, is dishing out too much for me.

Murphy, of Murphy's law, isn't just a guest in our home - he moved in, brought his family and are partying in the basement. And I have violent urges to shoot him.

First, we are involved in selling our home and STILL looking for somewhere to live. We hope to close on March 15th, so we need a rental by March 1st. Yes, I am aware how close that is. And I am freaking out, and haven't packed a thing. Murphy's sister, Denial, is always hanging out in my kitchen. She dishes me up ice cream when the house is quiet and I am alone and scared. She even adds chocolate chips on the top. She is making me fat. I hate her.

Second, we got our new insurance. AND IT SUCKS. Our family deductable is so high, we might as well not have any. I will need to keep working just to pay the medical bills. And we will have many. Murphy's brother "Ripyaoff" is taking all our money.

Third, the plan was for me to go to school, get a teaching job, so Shaun could eventually be a 9-5, mon-fri guy. A family. All we wanted was a family life. But with adding school, and the cost, Murphy's cousin, Fear, has me sitting on my computer, frozen, and waiting for something magical to happen.

Fourth and finally - after all this - nothing could have prepared us for the news we got last week. This made losing a job, a house, shitty insurance, and no where to live in 3 weeks nothing to fret over.

I am asking for prayers, lots of them.
Anthony will have surgery in April.
A birth defect was found after extensive testing. How this is just now being figured out is beyond me. Well, I kind of have any idea. Every thing we noticed was just explained away with his "Down syndrome", or his "low muscle tone". Or some other common thought in the DS world. But this one wasn't. His tibia, the shinbone, was twisted and all the "he'll grow out of it's" won't work now. His twisted bone is turning his foot inward, and he is compensating by turning his hip outward. To a degree that he shouldn't be. The "silver lining" I guess, is that they only are doing the tibia and not both the hip and the tibia. For now.
This April they will cut the bone and put in pins and a steel plate. He will be in the hospital for 5-6 days, a wheelchair for the first weeks with one kind of cast, and another kind of cast for the next 3 weeks, but walking. Extensive physical therapy for the next year, close follow-up, x-rays 6 months later, and then next April, another surgery to take our the steel plate and pins, and if all is well with the hip, we should be done. If not, I suppose that will be next.

This little boy, who I never thought would grow out of his rear-facing carseat is now 84 pounds. I think this news was brought to us by Murphy's in-laws - Grief, Terror, Stress, and Devastation.

So life can give you more than you can handle, and that which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger as long - as you don't kill yourself.

God has called me to this life - seriously? I think he got the wrong number.

Iknow, "it will all work out in the end", as long as the end isn't a two-parent, two- income, monday through friday couple who gets time to date, save money for a vacation and enjoy watching their children grow up in a home where you can keep track of their growing years on the wall because it's theirs to write on. Cause, I don't think that one's going to be our end.

A girl can dream, and pray though, can't she?
So keep us in your prayers.

But hey, we'll hit that deductable now.
It can only get better - right?