A normal lunch

Today I had lunch with my mom. Just about an hour ago actually. Just a normal lunch: a twenty-something mom with 3 kids in tow, meeting her forty-something mom at a quiet mexican restaurant in the middle of the week. Just to catch up.

But do you know what a "normal" lunch looks like for me? I can't hold kids on my hip anymore because of my enormous belly, so I'm walking in holding 3 little hands with only two of mine. Somebody's gotta share. And because one of them has only been walking a few months and the other two have very low muscle tone, everyone is tripping over someone else and I'm quite sure it looks as if I'm just dragging my children in by their arms.

After we are seated, (and Abby has made sure to give everyone there a very warm welcome) Mabry decides she doesn't want to sit in her high chair but stand in it and Micah decides its best to hurl his sippy cup across the room because its not his beverage of choice. Abby immediately grabbed the salt shaker and shook it vigorously all over her menu with a look that said, "isn't this what I'm supposed to do as soon as we sit down?" Grateful to see my mom walk in for back-up, I try to sit... for a second. Abby lets me know through very clear words and signs that she's wet. But what she really means is that she just pooped water and its about to come leaking out. (You should know by now the graphic nature of this blog and read at your own risk.) So I reluctantly leave the other two with my poor mother, to change Abby. On the way to the bathroom she passes each booth (whom she's already greeted) with a "HI! Pooped!!" and a big cheesy wave and grin.

Which reminds me... does anyone know the weight limit for the Koala changing stations in public restrooms? This question was repeating in my mind as the door/table was creaking while I was cleaning up my 4 year old's little bottom, wondering how I would catch her if it came crashing down...

Back at the table, my mom and I tried to resume "normal" conversation. Yet somehow it kept coming back to- interpretation of Micah's sign language, how kids might get staph infections on their bottoms, what Abby ate last, and lots of other things that I had no intention of talking about when we made lunch plans.

Before the meal was over, I had one more trip to the bathroom with Abby, everyone there was exposed to the highest pitch of Mabry's voice box, and there was more food on the floor than in our stomachs. Except of course Micah, who literally licked his plate of guacamole clean.

But for me... all of this... is normal.

So if anyone would like to meet me for lunch to catch up, lets try to do it on the weekend. When Jake is home.

Mom I owe you another lunch date.

Tired but good

Aaaahhh to sit and update the ol' blog. :) Something I haven't done in far to long. But come to think of it, there are many things I probably need to do that I haven't in far too long. To all of you whom I owe an email back, forgive me, I promise I haven't forgotten. :)

The truth is, I don't get on my computer much these days.

Right now I type this with a very poor internet connection from the "living room" (I'm chuckling to myself right now that I'm even calling it that) of our humble hotel/suite. We've been here for a week and have one more week to go. Per a friends' suggestion, I'm going to share with you what its like in our tiny quarters. You walk into the very small, said living room with a fold out couch, coffee table, a dresser and TV. Then there is a two person table that connects it to the kitchen: a small fridge, a mini microwave, a sink and two electric burners. There is one door to a full bathroom and another door to a bedroom which has a king size bed, a desk, and another dresser with a TV. Surprisingly there's another full size bathroom in that bedroom.

Yes, its tight with 7 people, but it actually works. Micah and Abby sleep on the floor next to our bed (on cozy palates that I secretly think might be softer than our mattress), Mabry's pack n'play is in the 2nd bathroom (for those who know me, putting pack n'plays in bathrooms and large closets is nothing new! :)), and Ashley and Emily share the fold out couch. So really its not a bad setup. No one is getting much sleep, but hey, we've all got a cozy place to lay down. :)

At mealtime (and yes I've been cooking... creatively...) Micah and Abby sit at the coffee table, Mabry sits in her trayed booster seat on the floor, and the girls sit at the table. Jake and I either eat standing or "facilitate" the kids while they're eating and just eat when they're all done. The kitchen has one pot, one skillet, one spatula and a few dishes. So we've had tacos, spaghetti, hot dogs, sandwiches, and a few meals out. :)

Its not in our town but close enough. Jake is still taking the girls to school every day and I'm just driving the little ones into Spring Hill for school a couple of days a week.

Oh and Florida! Well... it was an adventure. :) Me, my friend, 9 children and a babysitter. We lived. (Because I don't have a great connection here, I've opted to only post the pics of that on FB, so if we're FB friends, you'll have to check them out there.) Lets see.... the plan was to leave out after church on Sunday (Easter). But because something MUST go wrong, Abby threw up all over herself minutes before we had to leave for church. The next few hours after that were, um, interesting. My mom came to my rescue as I waited for my friend to get out of church... and those were a couple of interesting hours that Mom and I don't even want to remember so I'll move along in the story. (Thanks again, Mom) :) So I met up with D'Arcy and we hit the road around lunch time and had what I would consider a fairly successful caravan to Florida. (Side note- Abby never threw up again, thankfully!)

Our week was good, but extremely tiring. Micah really needs to NOT be away from his Daddy that long. He knows exactly how to push my buttons. And he's a professional escape artist who nearly gave me a heart attack... a couple of times. The other kids did okay. Just the usual stuff- the girls wanted to talk my head off 24 hours a day, bicker with one another, and perfect their love/hate sister relationship. The other highlights: we went through more sunscreen than I thought was possible, we watched the tail end of the Royal wedding, Ashley, Emily and Micah are all a little braver in the pool, Mabry and Abby finally made friends with the sand on the beach, and we made more memories taking late night walks to the Sugar Shack.

At the end of the week, I had to drive back a couple of days earlier than D'Arcy. Yes, I was a little nervous driving the 8 hour drive home alone, in my 3rd trimester, with five children, 3 of which are in diapers and the other two not old enough to be considered help when you're traveling. (In other words, if I had to pee, we ALL went in.) But actually, it went surprisingly well. Except for that one incident when Micah opened his door while going 70 through downtown Birmingham. That was a little scary.... ANYway...

I still say I'd rather be busy at the beach than busy at home. :) And I DID get a little start on a summer tan, even with a baby on my hip. :)

Last but not least, baby Avery is kicking my butt. Well... my abdomen I guess. :) She's a strong baby, and reminds me a lot of Emily in the womb. Extremely active but to the point of being painful. I've gained decent weight (though I lost a couple of lbs at the beach, lol, no big surprise there!) but I've been having these weird nauseous/dizzy spells the last couple of days. And the exhaustion is really getting to me too. I think I could sleep 12 hours at night AND take naps and still be tired... just can't seem to catch up. :/

Ok, well, speaking of sleep, its off to bed for this tired momma. We still plan to close on the house May 20th, so please keep us in your prayers. I can't wait to share pics of our new beautiful house when this whole escapade is over!

Just the facts

I really want to write a creative, sentimental, heart warming post about how we are officially out of the house that we lived in for the last 8 years. But I'm so utterly drained physically (ok, and emotionally) to talk about it. But I feel I need to at least share what's going on now.

We closed on our house yesterday. Finally. :) We got the last of our stuff out, signed the papers, and handed over our keys. The last day and a half since has been... a little nuts.

We are officially in my in-laws place. For those that missed it before, my mother- and father-in-law are in Costa Rica doing language training to be on the mission field. My brother-in-law was the only one living in their house but he graciously stepped out of this 600 sq ft place so my family of 7 could have somewhere to stay for free for the week. :) It is tight, yes, but we're making it work and we're completely grateful for a free place to stay. Jake's parents come back into the states on Friday so we'll be out by then, and moving in with some friends for a couple of days before the kids and I leave for Florida. Jake needs to stay here to stay on top of house stuff and ya know... work. :)

The big news: we finally came to a contractual agreement on a house! It was a foreclosure and needs a lot of work, but hopefully work that can be done quickly. The very latest we will close is May 20th. (Obviously praying it will be much sooner!)

And if you do the math, that puts us moving in when I'm 35-36 weeks. Whew! Cutting it close. :)

Ok, this is the part where I'm tempted to open my heart and share more, but truly... I'm exhausted! These are going to be a crazy few weeks so I might not get a chance to update more, but if you are able to pray, here are my requests:

~That the closing on the new house would happen sooner than later
~Safety as we travel to FL
~Sanity for this pregnant momma
~That my many many Braxton Hicks would stay just that and not become true labor until its time.... and we have a home. :)
~Peace for my little ones during this transition
~Jake. Though he IS in fact, superman, he could still use prayer as the weight of SO much is on his shoulders.
~Health for all (Abby and Mabry have had the pukes the last 2 days.) :(

Thanks to all our family and friends for loving us and doing what you can to help us out. We're so grateful. Much much love to you all...

Where I am. Physically and otherwise...

So everyone has been asking: "Where are you now?"

Weeelllll....

We are still in our house. It just doesn't feel like it because we are still in what I previously referred to as "camp mode".

Why are we still in our house? Because the buyers keep requesting to move back the closing date so they can have a little more time to pull their paperwork together. Our agent says this is nothing to worry about, that they still want the house, its just paperwork stuff. The cons of this situation are: well, we sure wouldn't have packed up all of our stuff and moved it all into storage two weeks ago. The pro: we have no were else to go, so at least we have a roof over our heads. :) So while it is a bit annoying, we're thankful to be here as long as we can. Almost like the Lord is taking care of us. ;)

How long will we be here? I don't know for sure but we will probably close the end of this week now. Jake actually just brought back our loveseat (so we at least have somewhere to sit), and a little kids table and chairs (so the kids aren't eating on the floor). Boy after living with nothing for even a short while, its amazing how grateful you are for basic furniture! And I'm basically still relying on some amazing friends and church family to do laundry. THANK YOU... you know who you are. :)

Where are we going from here? Keeping with the original plan to go to my in-laws until they get back from Costa Rica. And after that, going to the beach for a week (because hey, there's no where else to go right?! lol) and after that, we still aren't sure.

Have we found a house? Right now we are offering/counter-offering on house #3. The first two didn't work out. Long story. But even if we get the one we are working at now, we won't be able to close until about a week into May. Thats at the very earliest.

How am *I* holding up? You really want to know? (This is your chance to close this window and pretend Amy has it all together. Don't say I didn't warn you.)

Well... I'm kind of upset with myself that I'm not better at this. When things are comfortable its so easy to say, "OH, I can do that! I'm young, I'm strong, I'm resilient, I can navigate our family through whatever it is we need to do during this time of transition." But unfortunately I'm irritable, slightly depressed, and I might have scared my husband the other day when I burst into tears while making dinner.

Am I going to be okay? Yes.
Is there anything anyone can do to help? Not really.
Am I being a whiner? Yes.
Do I need to just suck it up? Yeah.
And do I KNOW that? Fully.
(I'm in the mood for Q&A type posts, just humor me.) :)

I could sit here and tell you that I'm a trooper and I'm hanging in there. I could tell you that I'm doing what needs to be done and have a great attitude and that I'm excited about where God is taking us next. But that wouldn't be honest.

The truth is that I'm emotional and a little bit miserable and all I want is to be in a house thats already set up. I want to send my kids to school and spend the day sitting in a rocking chair, singing to the baby in my womb while folding tiny newborn onsies freshly washed in Dreft. I want to set up a bassinet next to my bed and smile at it every time I walk through the room.

But ya know? I do need to suck it up. That time will come, its just not here yet. Right now I need to focus on who's house I'm going to do laundry at next, make sure we have enough plastic spoons for breakfast in the morning, and give my kids extra cuddles at night because I'm one of the only solid things in their little lives right now. (Because, hold on to your seat, I'm not the only one going through this!) I need to give some honest input to my husband on the pros and cons of the houses we're looking at instead of feeling "over it" whenever the subject comes up. I need to get on my knees and.... well, I just need to get on my knees.

I need to be a mom, wife and child of God instead of a big baby. Ouch, it almost hurts just reading that. :)

So.

Somehow this post went from being a house update to confessions of the whiny and irritable. Sorry about that. Wait, no I'm not. :) Thanks for reading. Stay tuned to see how God whips me into shape as I'm quite certain He will. As only He can. Please Lord... :)

A perfect description

I've been thinking all day that I really need to update my blog. And while I do plan to post sometime this weekend with a house update, I came across this little description of my baby and body for "this" week on BabyCenter. And it fits me to a T. So why re-write when I can just share straight from BabyCenter, right?



"As baby gets bigger and stronger, you may be experiencing leg cramps and mild swelling of ankles and feet, difficulty sleeping, shortness of breath, lower abdominal achiness, clumsiness and scattered Braxton Hicks contractions (hardening and relaxing of the uterus, like rehearsals for labor). You may also be urinating more frequently again as the uterus continues to push on your bladder."

Yeeaaaahhh that about sums it up!!! :) Pregnancy is such a beautiful thing. :)

Keeping busy (and some Abby cuteness)

Five kids, an empty house, chilly weather, nothing to do.... at least they have each other to play with! (Be sure to watch to the end to see my cutie-tootie tell you her name and how old she is. :))

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