I'm 34 weeks along as of yesterday. Boy, has the time flown right by. Today, I met with my doctor and we discussed all the basics. As we went through the run down, we began discussing contractions. I explained I was having between three and four good contractions a day but never the magic four within an hour. She thought it best to check my cervix to see if the contractions have been doing their job.
Turns out they are...I am approximately 30% effaced...hmmmmm. This is so weird for me since with both girls I never once showed any early signs of labor. But no dilation.
So now we wait. My c-section is scheduled for 10/05/2012. We will see if I make it that long! I'm guessing I will but one never knows...
Back To School
My Monkey is a big ole 1st grader...say what?
I think I'm still a little dazed by the passing of time. Wasn't it just the first day of preschool?
Last year we started the tradition of our front porch pictures. In keeping with that tradition here is my girl and her BF for life...
The girl doesn't really do serious anymore. Oh well, this makes me laugh!
This is what you get after a summer of surf camp...Shaka Brah...yep, that's my girl!
And for posterity's sake, a sweet toothless grin. Those teeth are no where near growing back. She lost them back in kindergarten and still no signs of her front teeth. I think they may have come out a little to early just like the dentist had suspected.
What's up school? This is a prime example of little sis trying to copy big sis and it not working out as it should. Yet that face on Laneydoo is PRICELESS!
Sister love! These girls will be best friends for life. It's one of my #1 goals for raising these two. The may dislike me, be angry at me, want to move away from home but they will always, always have each other. I read over at Joy's Hope about how they have preached over their girls Carson's are best friends, no matter what. Then the realization strikes...why didn't I think of that. Such a simple reiteration of the value you hope to instill.
So what are Pohls? Pohls are best friends no matter what!
I think I'm still a little dazed by the passing of time. Wasn't it just the first day of preschool?
Last year we started the tradition of our front porch pictures. In keeping with that tradition here is my girl and her BF for life...
The girl doesn't really do serious anymore. Oh well, this makes me laugh!
This is what you get after a summer of surf camp...Shaka Brah...yep, that's my girl!
And for posterity's sake, a sweet toothless grin. Those teeth are no where near growing back. She lost them back in kindergarten and still no signs of her front teeth. I think they may have come out a little to early just like the dentist had suspected.
What's up school? This is a prime example of little sis trying to copy big sis and it not working out as it should. Yet that face on Laneydoo is PRICELESS!
Sister love! These girls will be best friends for life. It's one of my #1 goals for raising these two. The may dislike me, be angry at me, want to move away from home but they will always, always have each other. I read over at Joy's Hope about how they have preached over their girls Carson's are best friends, no matter what. Then the realization strikes...why didn't I think of that. Such a simple reiteration of the value you hope to instill.
So what are Pohls? Pohls are best friends no matter what!
Wishing For An Endless Summer
We are gearing up for back to school in this house. And whilst I am fully prepared to return to the daily grind...school clothes (check), school supplies (check), complete random chores (check)...I still find myself perplexed that in one day I will be walking my big first grader on campus. My insides are truly screaming:
"No, not yet!!!!! Just a little more time..."
For this year is not just the start of a new school year but a jump start to major life changes. In less than six short weeks we will be welcoming our sweet baby boy to this world. Our little family of four will become a family of five and while I am truly thankful, I still fear the unknown. Mix the unknown of having three little ones, and the rush of crazy days that are back to school, and once again I feel like we are propelling through time with little regard for the special moments. Everything feels rushed in our neck of the woods and I'm finding I no longer like the rush nor the daily grind.
I love the slow lazy days of summer. No time constraints, no obligations, just time to do what we please and to do the things we love. The fruit of summer let's us live passionately and I've found that somewhere in our back and forth, homework laden weekdays, that somehow by mid-year we have lost that passion. Time starts to slip by like sands through a hour glass and when we hit that midway point a dull ache has usually taken root in my heart for the loss of time.
I fear that this year will feel even more rushed with the birth of a new baby and school obligations. I just hope that somehow I can embrace a slower pace and the peace of mind to say NO to the things that zap time from what's truly important. For the days spent passionately are truly the most blessed of days.
"No, not yet!!!!! Just a little more time..."
For this year is not just the start of a new school year but a jump start to major life changes. In less than six short weeks we will be welcoming our sweet baby boy to this world. Our little family of four will become a family of five and while I am truly thankful, I still fear the unknown. Mix the unknown of having three little ones, and the rush of crazy days that are back to school, and once again I feel like we are propelling through time with little regard for the special moments. Everything feels rushed in our neck of the woods and I'm finding I no longer like the rush nor the daily grind.
I love the slow lazy days of summer. No time constraints, no obligations, just time to do what we please and to do the things we love. The fruit of summer let's us live passionately and I've found that somewhere in our back and forth, homework laden weekdays, that somehow by mid-year we have lost that passion. Time starts to slip by like sands through a hour glass and when we hit that midway point a dull ache has usually taken root in my heart for the loss of time.
I fear that this year will feel even more rushed with the birth of a new baby and school obligations. I just hope that somehow I can embrace a slower pace and the peace of mind to say NO to the things that zap time from what's truly important. For the days spent passionately are truly the most blessed of days.
To Salt
I love to cook and bake but both are still an exploration, and for me, trial and error. We covet our family go to favorites and our experiments are often not successful. Yet, I strive to keep learning and trying. It's part of this homemaking business that actually brings me deep satisfaction and joy. Much, much more than say...scrubbing a toilet!
Seasoning is one of those very personal things, but I've found since spices cost so much money, we are often deterred from trying new things. For example, salt. Obviously, most people use table salt and it's is found in most cupboards. For years, I seasoned everything with seasoned salt and although I still love it, we rarely use it anymore. But most people only keep table salt in their arsenal and I completely get it.
One day, I was watching a chef on t.v. For the life of me, I can't remember his name...oh man! His breakdown for salt recommendations were:
{1} Table salt is for baking and seasoning water...that's it. Don't put it in or on your food.
{2} Kosher salt for seasoning precooked foods, especially meats and poultry.
{3} Sea salt is for the salt lovers who must season their food after cooking. I find it especially tasty on corn on the cob!
Although we're not a HUGE salt family, these three simple rules have revolutionized my cooking. For reals! Which means I now stock four salts in my little ole' cupboards...four, wow!
Seasoning is one of those very personal things, but I've found since spices cost so much money, we are often deterred from trying new things. For example, salt. Obviously, most people use table salt and it's is found in most cupboards. For years, I seasoned everything with seasoned salt and although I still love it, we rarely use it anymore. But most people only keep table salt in their arsenal and I completely get it.
One day, I was watching a chef on t.v. For the life of me, I can't remember his name...oh man! His breakdown for salt recommendations were:
{1} Table salt is for baking and seasoning water...that's it. Don't put it in or on your food.
{2} Kosher salt for seasoning precooked foods, especially meats and poultry.
{3} Sea salt is for the salt lovers who must season their food after cooking. I find it especially tasty on corn on the cob!
Although we're not a HUGE salt family, these three simple rules have revolutionized my cooking. For reals! Which means I now stock four salts in my little ole' cupboards...four, wow!
A Moment of Mourning
I spent all of about fifteen minutes with my best friend today during one of the saddest moments of her life. And it got me thinking:
She is one of the most treasured individuals I have in my life. She is a part of my soul. We didn't grow up together and we haven't been friends since kindergarten. We don't have many of those memories that solidify most childhood friendships. In fact, we met as freshmen in high school and were casual friends. Not truly becoming close until our senior year when circumstances for both of us had changed and we were fortunate to find something in each other.
She was with me the night I met the Mister. She was my maid of honor at my wedding and there when both my girls were born. She held my hand in silence when the Monkey was in NICU. I had the honor of planning her wedding and over the past 15 years we've created some pretty great memories.
But today, as I watched her walk down the aisle at her grandmother's funeral, composed like she is a good majority of the time, my heart broke for her. She has a way of handling life's situations with such grace and as I watched her walk up that aisle I was reminded of why she is one of my forever friends. She is that which I am not and somewhere in our years together we have found something that has a deep love, an understanding, a mutual respect, and a dependability that is priceless.
And then she looked up and saw me and her tears began to flow. It felt like forever for her to close that last five feet in the processional to reach me. When she did we hugged and held up the line a little and then she waited for me to grab my things from the pew because we weren't letting go of each other's hands. In that moment, hanging onto one another was way more important than the fact it wasn't my turn to get up or that we may have been slowing things down a bit. She still stood there waiting. And as we walked out of that church with our arms entwined and clasping hands telling one another that we loved each other, I was thankful for that brief moment that I could be there for her.
For this is what our friendship will always be about. As we grow older, we share less of the day to day. In fact, I haven't seen her in person since January. But in the moments that count, we always have each other. And that is so much more important than the day in and day outs that I share with many others. Because regardless of missed play dates, random conversations, and miscellaneous texts, neither time nor distance will change the love that I have for the sister of my soul.
She is one of the most treasured individuals I have in my life. She is a part of my soul. We didn't grow up together and we haven't been friends since kindergarten. We don't have many of those memories that solidify most childhood friendships. In fact, we met as freshmen in high school and were casual friends. Not truly becoming close until our senior year when circumstances for both of us had changed and we were fortunate to find something in each other.
She was with me the night I met the Mister. She was my maid of honor at my wedding and there when both my girls were born. She held my hand in silence when the Monkey was in NICU. I had the honor of planning her wedding and over the past 15 years we've created some pretty great memories.
But today, as I watched her walk down the aisle at her grandmother's funeral, composed like she is a good majority of the time, my heart broke for her. She has a way of handling life's situations with such grace and as I watched her walk up that aisle I was reminded of why she is one of my forever friends. She is that which I am not and somewhere in our years together we have found something that has a deep love, an understanding, a mutual respect, and a dependability that is priceless.
And then she looked up and saw me and her tears began to flow. It felt like forever for her to close that last five feet in the processional to reach me. When she did we hugged and held up the line a little and then she waited for me to grab my things from the pew because we weren't letting go of each other's hands. In that moment, hanging onto one another was way more important than the fact it wasn't my turn to get up or that we may have been slowing things down a bit. She still stood there waiting. And as we walked out of that church with our arms entwined and clasping hands telling one another that we loved each other, I was thankful for that brief moment that I could be there for her.
For this is what our friendship will always be about. As we grow older, we share less of the day to day. In fact, I haven't seen her in person since January. But in the moments that count, we always have each other. And that is so much more important than the day in and day outs that I share with many others. Because regardless of missed play dates, random conversations, and miscellaneous texts, neither time nor distance will change the love that I have for the sister of my soul.
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