I DO NOT take the pill…and here’s why

*Please understand that I am not passing judgement on anyone by posting this…not on the women who choose the pill or the doctors who prescribe it.  I am not here to debate the proper use of medical necessity for artificial hormones (the pill or otherwise).  I am not here to educate you on the pros and cons of artificial methods.  I am simply sharing our journey and the effects of the path we’ve traveled.

If you’re expecting an entire discourse about the pros and cons, medically speaking, of the birth control pill, then look elsewhere.  This isn’t that post.  Nor am I going to write that post.  I am not a doctor and there are so many brilliant medical minds out there, I fully implore you to find one of those brilliant minds with their research and read that.

What I am going to tell you is how NOT taking the pill has affected my marriage, my health and my life.

When Daxson and I first met, I was on the pill.  I had been on it since I was a teen, as an effort to stop heavy, miserable, painful periods.  And it worked.  Beautifully.  I had short, pain-free, light periods during my pill years.  I never questioned it.  My doctor told me that the pill was my option to fix my woes.  Never did I ask for an alternative.  Nor did I ever stop to take into consideration what altering my hormones just might be doing to my teenaged, hormonal body.  I just went with the cultural flow.

Then I met Daxson.  The questioner of all things given.  And he asked why and with what effects and to what purpose and compared to which alternative (what? there was an alternative?!), as well as a host of other questions.  In essence, he made me think.  He expressed concern for my health.  He encouraged me to think about it.  So I did.  And after some heavy thinking and research, (yep, I read all the same articles you have about the detrimental side effects, both long-term and short-term, of the pill) I decided to stop taking the pill.  I imagined the worst.  Terrible, painful periods.  Hormonal shifts.  Acne.  Weight fluctuation.  In actuality, nothing happened except a few blips in what was once a clockwork-like cycle.  A longer cycle here.  A shorter cycle there.  Life went on.  And I felt good about my choice.

Until Daxson and I became engaged.  Then suddenly, family planning became a thought in my mind.  What if we weren’t quite ready for a baby right away?  Or what if we had a baby right away and then we didn’t want another one right away?  Was I destined to have a million kids?  I’d have to start the pill again.  Yes, that had to be the answer.  Or we’d have to use some other form of contraception.  Yikes!  This was serious stuff.  I was thinking physical.

Meanwhile, Daxson was thinking about moral responsibilities.  He was thinking of long-term consequences of choosing artificial hormones such as the pill.  He had a hard time rationalizing why it was okay for him to tell me to put something in my body to prevent a natural fertility cycle.  He began to question the priest about ethical and moral family planning.  We didn’t receive a very sound theological explanation.  We were basically told that while artificial means of contracepting were not morally acceptable, the only option offered to us was this vague thing called natural family planning.  Without further explanation, we assumed that meant the old rhythm method.  We felt a little lost. And everyone we knew was riding along the cultural wave of artificial contraception.  That world was beginning to look mighty fine to us except Daxson was still concerned that the pill wasn’t a safe choice for my health. So we waited and hoped something would lead us to the right answer.  But our options looked bleak.  The old rhythm method (which were were fairly convinced might not work out well since my cycle length seemed to vary) or the host of artificial choices.

Then we were given the option to attend an Engaged Encounter.  So we did.  And there was a brief session on family planning, which was basically a few short remarks and then the host left a DVD on the counter about Natural Family Planning for anyone to watch who was interested.  One other couple lingered behind with us and the four of us sat down to watch the video.  It was fascinating.  There was an entire method for planning families.  Not the old rhythm method.  A real, scientific method to plan a family…naturally, morally and 99% effective.  I had never heard of this before.  NEVER.  And I’d been going church since I was a wee infant.  Let me re-emphasize…I had NEVER heard of this.  Ever.  EVER.

I went to visit our local family planning office, where someone taught me to use the Billings Method.  But my cycles were now beginning to return to their original state…erratic, sometimes heavy, and very painful.  Unfortunately, my cervical mucus wasn’t giving me the confidence that I needed and we were quickly approaching our wedding night.  I needed something I felt confident about if we were going to embark on this unconventional method of family planning.  I was really ready to dismiss the Church’s teaching and hop back on that cultural train headed to artificial hormone-ville.

And then someone, somewhere, mentioned these beautiful words to me:  Sympto-Thermal.  Huh?  What’s that, I wondered.  But the words just sounded like a whisper of hope to my disheartened heart.  It’s a method of family planning that is just as effective as the pill and it uses a cross-check of three fertility signs (almost like a back-up for the back-up!).  It’s based on charting your cervical mucus, your cervix, and your basal body waking temperature.  I knew no one who used the method, so I invested $20 in a book called Taking Charge of Your Fertility and I read that book cover to cover, multiple times.  And I charted.  It was amazing.  I began to see correlations between my health and my hormones and my cycle.  I could actually see the effects that stress and food and other things had on my cycle.  All scientifically charted out.

Then I met my dear friend, Ann.  And she introduced me to a deeper world of Sympto-Thermal.  She introduced me to the moral responsibilities we carry in marriage (there is always beauty and truth in the Church’s teaching, if we just search enough to find the root of the teaching) as well as the world of nutrition in relation to my cycle.  Suddenly, I could see why some of my symptoms were there and I found some simple nutritional fixes for those (other issues weren’t so easily fixed but I have learned that there are ALWAYS options other than the quick-fix that most doctors are ready to prescribe).  Ann and her husband, Steve, used to teach for Couple to Couple League (they now teach for NFPI), so we took a series of classes and we were amazed at how incredibly brilliant the entire thing was.  Not only did they teach the how of NFP, they taught the why.  And I realized, with incredible hindsight, how truly blessed our marriage was because we had chosen Natural Family Planning, instead of an artificial method.  I discovered the beauty in the Church’s stand against artificial contraception and for more reasons than meets the eye.  It’s like the ten commandments…it’s not meant to place a burden on us, it’s meant to give us freedom…freedom that can only come from accepting God’s goodness, love and mercy.

So now you’re still left wondering…just how has NOT taking the pill affected my marriage, my health and my life?  Let’s start with my marriage.  It’s apparent in little ways.  Like the underlying presence of respect.  Daxson respects my body and my fertility.  Did you get that?  He respects my fertility.  Not just my body.  Lots of men respect women’s bodies, but their fertility?  Most just want the pregnancy issue to disappear so that a healthy sex life remains.  But seeing as how my fertility is what makes me a woman, it’s a pretty vital component to my core.  A component that I don’t want to hide from nor do I want to feel like it’s anything less than the miracle it truly is.  Never once did Daxson try to bury that part of who I am beneath artificial hormones.  Instead we follow the rhythm of fertility, abstaining during times of fertility when we aren’t ready to conceive.  Also, Daxson argued that if he didn’t want to put an artificial hormone in his body, why should I put one in mine?  Considering that all of the 99% effective methods of artificial contraception use hormones (aside from vasectomy and tubal ligation, which would seriously hinder our family making ability!), that seems like a valid argument in and of itself.  Also, in times of avoidance, it’s made us appreciate each other in different ways (yep, gentlemen, sex isn’t the only way to show your lady you love her).  Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder…oh, wait, that’s supposed to be absence…well abstinence works just fine there, too.  And of course, it’s made making babies a whole lot of fun.

As for my health?  As already mentioned, charting has made some health issues clear.  Charting has helped in various ways throughout the years.  It helped us avoid while we tried to figure out the whole “we’re married, now how in the world do we live together?” time of our marriage.  It was so simple to decide to conceive…no going off hormones, just a quick flip of the rules. It helped in the ambiguous time after I miscarried.  It’s helped make the transition to being fertile while nursing.  It’s helped us conceive.  It’s helped us avoid.  It’s given us peace of mind in ways that I think I take for granted…no worries about what I’m putting into my body, no worries about accidentally forgetting a pill.  Recently, I battled with a lot of anxiety and panic related issues.  My family doctor strongly encouraged me to take an anti-depressant.  I firmly refused and showed him my chart and the clear correlation between my hormones and my anxiety.  He suggested the pill as a choice and I chose to wait it out to see if maybe once I stopped nursing as often, perhaps things would settle down.  But at least I know when to expect the anxiety and that helps me deal with it.  I have confidence in where I am in my cycle and what that means for my fertility.

And as for my life?  I have four amazing, PLANNED children.  I have a husband that respects and loves me.  I have my dignity.  I am defined by my femininity and my fertility.  In my little corner of the world, where my vocation is being a wife and a mother, it doesn’t get any better than that.

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Outside my window…the birds are chirping, the bees are buzzing and the mosquitoes are biting.  The vegetable garden is planted, the flower boxes are refreshed, and there is a whole new assortment of flowering pots to attract butterflies and hummingbirds.  We are READY for spring.

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I am remembering…Andrew’s comment at lunch the other day.  He really wanted some more cantaloupe (after two servings of his own!).  Just as I filled up my fork with the last bite and was about to eat it, he shouted, “Stop!  Don’t eat that!  It’s not on the Whole30!!!”  Nice try kid.

Although, on the flip side, when he brought home a box of saltwater taffy this weekend, he was so excited to tell me, “You’re off the Whole30…now you can have a taffy with me!”

I am listening…the kids playing outside…music to my ears.

I am wondering…why it is if I let a child use my phone, I end up with a million selfies of said child…all the exact same...(pretty sure I deleted at least 20 pictures that looked EXACTLY like this one!)

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I am going…crazy trying to find the receipt for our air conditioner.

I am thankful…for a fun few days with Mom, including a trip to Goliad to see the battle re-enactments.

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Around the house..still trying to clean out the filing cabinet and file away all those lovely receipts and documents that we “keep for tax purposes.”  Please, oh please, why don’t more people see the wisdom behind The Fair Tax??!!

In the schoolroom…It’s Holy Week and thanks to the suggestion from my sister, we are doing Catholic Icing’s Holy Week in Handprints…just perfect for the age range over here (although I’m thankful this school of ours only has 4 students…I can’t imagine hand printing a class of 24!).  We also spent the early part of the week building Jerusalem with blocks and helping Jesus enter the city.  I’m looking forward to the Tridiuum and all of the traditions we follow (including our Stations of the Cross meal inspired by Alice’s Lenten Tea).

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In the refrigerator…strangely, it still looks eerily like the Whole30.  Lots of fruits, veggies, meats and good fats.  Not much has changed.  I did try a few bites of peanut butter and I am indulging in a bowl of cereal now and then (no wheat yet, just corn flakes), but aside from that, I’m really only craving Whole30 food.

I am wearing…black shorts and a pink Gap t-shirt with the word GAP printed across the front.  Talk about a walking advertisement.

I am creating…a list of what needs to be planned for next year.  The crazy “I need to get this planned” mood hasn’t hit yet, but I’m making a list now so when it does, I’m ready!

We recently celebrated…St. Joseph’s Feast Day.  Feast days are a huge deal around here.  We celebrate each of the children’s namesake days and it’s a pretty big deal.  There’s a lot of excitement and anticipation as the day approaches.  Special books, a craft or cooking project, songs and prayers are just a few of the highlights of the day.  The book that consistently gets used, regardless of whose feast day it is, is this little gem I have called My Nameday: Come for Dessert.  This is such an awesome book!  It’s full of prayers and songs and stories and ideas for different nameday celebrations.

For St. Joseph’s Feast Day, we used Catholic Mosaic and the book Song of the Swallows (which includes a lovely song), The Childhood of Jesus (I’m including a snapshot of one of the pages that focuses on St. Joseph), The Holy Family and St. Joseph.  After realizing that our St. Joseph stories were rather limited (there really aren’t that many good books that focus solely on Saint Joseph for kids!), I did some searching and next year we’ll add in St. Joseph’s Story and Devotion to St. Joseph: Read Aloud Stories, Poems, and Prayers for Catholic Children.

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An excerpt from The Childhood of Jesus

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A glimpse into My Nameday

Saint Joseph’s Feast day is busy and full.  This year we listened to a few songs from The Divine Office app about St. Joseph and then used a few of those prayers as well as one from My Nameday to begin our day.  The kids all colored a picture of St. Joseph and of course, no St. Joseph day would be complete without cream puffs.  Unfortunately, I was short a few eggs, so our puffs were filled with ice cream instead of traditional cream…no complaints there.

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Someday I am going to miss…Katie’s obsession with soaking her feet.  She LOVES to have her feet soaked (and she’s extra joyful if I throw in some Lavender epsom salt!).  Sometimes a brother will join her.  Other times she gets the tub all to herself.  Usually it’s right before bed, but on this particular day, we were outside and she kept insisting that she wanted to soak her feet.  So we did.

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I am readingMiracles and Massacres by Glenn Beck.  The reading club is up and running again.  Ahh, good company, a night out, and a friend to share it with…pure bliss.

One of my favorite things…squeals of delight over something as simple as an inchworm.

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A peek into my day

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William

An interview with William

First question’s pretty basic…what’s your name and age? “William, but I like to be called Billy and I’m five.”

What’s your favorite color?  “Orange and black and blue.”  Blue, really? “Yep, and red.  Purple when I found out Nabbit was good in Luigi Bros and red is because Mario is red.  And orange and blue is from Dusty (in Disney Planes) and well, black.  I just naturally like that.”

What’s your favorite book?  “Mario Bros Wii U Guide.”  Do you have a favorite storybook?  “Billy and Blaze.  I like the pony named Blaze.”

Do you have a favorite sport?  “Of course.  Football.  Basketball.  Baseball.  Now I have three favorites.”

What’s your favorite fruit?  “Raspberries.  Why did you ask?”  I guess I should have known that.

What’s your favorite vegetable?  (A long pause).  Red peppers?  “Oh yea, I just didn’t know if that was a vegetable.”  Yea, that is kind of confusing…is it a fruit or a vegetable?

What’s your favorite thing to do?  “Play the Wii U.”  Anything else?  “Go to the beach!”

What kind of things do you pray for?  “A new baby sister and a new baby brother.”

What’s your favorite thing to do with Mommy?  “If I had a choice, I’d do school.”

What’s your favorite thing to do with Daddy?  “Play getcha baby!”

How do you know we love you?  “Because you make food for me and you read to me and give me extra time on the Wii U.”  Joseph asked, ‘How do you know that God loves you?’  “Because he made this beautiful world for me.”

Anything else you’d like to tell us for this interview:  “Like what?”  Maybe you could describe yourself.  “I have very frizzy hair.”  Hmm, any adjectives that you can think of that describe you?  “I am very handsome, energetic, fun, and creative!  Oh and I can do cartwheels!”  You are awesome!

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{this moment}

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{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

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Outside my window…it is sunny and in the 70s.  Absolutely perfect.

I am remembering…the laughter out of William on this day 5 years ago when Joseph had the brilliant idea to hide in the closet and pop out…repeatedly.

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I am listening…to Joseph and William as they create with Legos and Andrew as he runs back and forth past my window, trying to ask Daxson a million questions.

I am wondering…if she could possibly be any cuter…

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I am going…to browse my stack of Scholastic flyers and see if there’s anything worth adding to our shelves.

I am thankful…to see Ted Cruz announcing his presidential bid.

Around the house…cleaning things out.  Like the filing cabinet.  And the abundance of toys.  And yes, even the book shelves.

In the refrigerator…today is the last day of the Whole30 (more about that experience soon!).  There are salmon burgers for dinner which I’ll serve with some roasted sweet potatoes.  I can honestly say I’m a little tired of sweet potatoes.

I am wearing…a skirt Mom made me with a polo Gap shirt.  Pretty sure I match but the styles definitely clash.

I am creating…a list of seeds to pick up at the plant nursery later this week.  I’m dreaming big, but I’m going to have to scale down…my garden is only 4 ft by 8 ft!

We are preparing to celebrate…a visit with Granny.  Lots of time planned for the beach.

Someday I am going to miss…the look of pure adoration my littles bestow on me.

I am reading…(still) finishing up The Little Oratory.  I’m only reading a few paragraphs a day, so I may still be finishing this up for awhile!  The thing that impresses me the most is the depth of the suggestions.  I guess I thought the book would be more of a quick guide on setting up a little oratory in a home with children.  On the contrary, the thoughts the authors share would help any Catholic on their spiritual journey.  The actual steps on how-to set up a little oratory barely takes up a chapter.  The other chapters are full of spiritual guidance, quotes, and suggestions on how to actually USE the little oratory.  Brilliant and very inspiring.

One of my favorite things…the look of pure joy over something so simple as mud.

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A peek into my day

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The Whole30

It is done.  My first Whole30.  It was a journey, with all the bumps and hills that come along with a journey, but very much worth it.

I should preface this by telling you that my diet prior to the Whole30 was, what I considered, actually pretty healthy.  Just full of grains and legumes and the occasional treat (maybe a handful of chocolate chips or some syrup on my pancakes or my twice a week bowl of Coconut ice cream with all the fixin’s).  I gave up dairy almost 6 years ago, when William was born and had allergies.  I felt so great (ahem, digestively speaking) that I never went back.  I also went through phases of no soy, no egg when William, Andrew and Katie were all a year and under.  I don’t really do soy unless it’s in something (and it does show up in quite a bit of processed things) but I do add back in eggs as soon as the babies are able to handle them in my milk.  We don’t do a lot of processed foods around here…well, let me clarify.  We don’t do a lot of prepackaged, ready-to-go foods except the occasional snack for the times when we’re out and about (which isn’t often!).  Those are usually quick snacks like peanut butter crackers or Kashi’s cereal bars.  We do eat refined grains like white rice, honey wheat sandwich bread, pasta and (my favorite mid-afternoon pick-me-up snack) cereal (cheerios, raisin bran, shredded wheat and the like).

Daxson was absolutely baffled when I announced my Whole30 plans.  He couldn’t see any compelling reason to change my already pretty healthy diet.  But I did.  I was literally being controlled by that doggone sugar demon and I was ready to slay that beast.  While I didn’t eat a lot of sugary treats, I craved them.  I thought about them.  I walked past the refrigerator thinking about them.  In the middle of a school lesson, I’d suddenly find myself dreaming about an apple turnover or a crepe filled with fruit and sugar.

So with three weeks to prepare (I wanted to start my Whole30 right around the onset of Lent), I read It Starts With Food and I scoured my Paleo cookbooks for meals that looked tasty AND easy (I had no desire to fight a food battle with my picky little ones and Daxson was still baffled as to why in the world I would want to give up the doughy goodness of bread).  I tried a Paleo meal here and there just as a test to see if I could really survive without a starchy grain at dinner (and I could!).  I watched Food, Inc. for a little extra nudge and I talked to people who eat like this 90% of the time.  I was inspired.  I was motivated.  I was ready.

I’m not going to pretend it was easy.  My body went through a little shock (no carb flu, though!).  I had grumpy days as I tried to adjust to new foods.  A lot of it was purely psychological.  I had no idea that food had such a hold on me!   I hit a rough patch, right around day 9 that lasted until day 13, and it was rough.  Really, really rough.  In hindsight, I’m not even sure it was the diet, so much as my hormone levels or maybe even the lack of sun and social visits, but either way, it made those days really rough.  I threatened to quit.  I’m pretty sure I cried.  My anxiety levels skyrocketed.  I increased my carbs and upped my b-vitamins.  And then suddenly, the cloud lifted on the evening of day 13.  And oh, what a beautiful view.  I suddenly had an endless amount of energy (I’m pretty sure I was told a few times to stop being so peppy!) and I really felt great.  All those stories you read about people feeling incredible?  Yep, I felt it.  And it continued from that point on.  The best way to describe it would be to say…you know that jolt you get after a cup of strong coffee?  That’s how I felt…all day, every day, but without the jitteriness that goes along with caffeine (and without having to drink that cup of coffee!).  No more 2 o’clock slump, no more groggy mornings.  Life was good on the downward slope of the Whole30 and I learned so many things.

I learned that everything tastes better with some baby bellas sauteed and spread on top.

I learned to savor my food.  I stopped rushing.  I sat down and actually chewed.  And I found that I actually tasted my food and enjoyed it.

I learned how to tell when I was full.  And I learned to stop shoveling in bite after bite (because being over-full so totally sucks).

I learned that some things are just worth waiting for…when I first started, I was too impatient to wait around to heat up the coconut manna.  Then one day, I waited.  Ecstasy.  Completely worth waiting for.

I learned that there is rhythm to be found in the kitchen.  I just had to find my rhythm.  I found that after a few days, the meal prep became predictable and manageable (still time consuming and tedious, but totally manageable).  And the tedious task of washing and chopping and peeling and dicing opened up my mind for pondering and meditating.  Two things I hardly do these days.  In hindsight, I should have taken more advantage of all that time in the kitchen…an audio book or a podcast would have been a great use of time.

I learned that I can live without sugar…and be happy!  And have energy!  And sleep well!  And make it past the afternoon without needing a boost of energy!

I learned that food is a very mental thing for me.  The first few days, I convinced myself that there was no way I was getting the right vitamins and minerals.  Really?  There I was, eating a rainbow of fruits and veggies and I was convinced that without the bread, the pasta, and the refined-in-a-box snacks, I could not possibly be feeding myself correctly.  How messed up is that?  I had actually become reliant on assuming that the boxed goods were properly balancing all my nutritional needs when in actuality, I probably wasn’t even absorbing half of them correctly!  I obsessed about eating enough calories (something I never think about in my normal day-to-day diet) and I had a really hard time learning to trust my body’s hunger signs.  Totally mental.  Totally psychological.  Totally hard barrier to cross.

I learned that I am just an oral creature.  I thought maybe by doing the Whole30 and learning to respond better to my body, I’d quit snacking, but I’ve come to realize that it’s not about the nutrition or the food, I like to snack because it gives me something to do.  Like how some people chew gum.  Or smoke.  Or drink.  I just like to be chewing on something yummy.  But now my snacks look more like snap peas or sliced bell pepper than the old snacks.  And I’m totally fine with that…as long as I’m chewing.

So where to go from here?  Well, that’s the question I’m pondering long and hard these days.  I don’t want to go back to incessant cravings.  I don’t really want to go back to eating tons of grains.  I like life in the Whole30 lane, but maybe not this extreme.  I don’t like feeling like I have to sacrifice an afternoon outside with the kids or reading a book to Katie so that I can cook yet another meal.  I don’t like feeling dread as I think about eating yet another sweet potato (after finding my sweet spot with the carbs, I was afraid to cut back!).  I need a little more variety (although as I learned through the Whole30, there is plenty of variety to be found in fruits and veggies as long as I step out on the limb a little).  There are things that I miss.  Miss, not crave.  Like peanut butter and cereal, a bowl of lentils and a glass of almond milk (not the kind I have to make myself, gosh darn it!).  I miss eating ham and bacon and pickles (yep, all of those things at my grocery store have sugar in them!).  I feel like I’ve trudged down this path and I’m not sure I want to trudge back completely, but I’m also not sure how far I could trudge back even if I wanted to because I know things now that I didn’t know before…like how many things contain sugar and how much better I feel without the sugar and grains.  Knowledge is power, but at the same time, ignorance is bliss.

So here I go…beginning tomorrow, I’m free to eat what I want once again.  The question is, armed with the knowledge and experience of the last 30 days, what will I choose?  The plan, however vague it might sound, is to go slowly.  Let my body re-adapt to some of the things I did without and see how I handle it.  And if I don’t like the effects?  Well, I know I can live without it.  The things that I don’t miss (like beans and pasta) will probably be left out.  I’m good with that.

Melissa Joulwan’s says in her book Well Fed 2 that “minor transgressions are possible because I make deposits in the good health bank the rest of the time.  Every workout, every good night’s sleep, every paleo meal is a deposit, so that every once in a while, I can make withdrawals for a food treat.”  Sounds good to me.

Joseph

An interview with Joseph

First question’s pretty basic…what’s your name and age?  “My age is 7 and my name is Joseph.”

What’s your favorite color?  “That’s easy.  Red.”

What’s your favorite book?  “Definitely Beast Quest.”  Any particular Beast Quest?  “Trema, the Earth Lord, Book 29.”  Wow, that’s impressive that you even knew the book number.  “Well I memorize Beast Quests.”  All of them?  “Uhh, most of them.”  What’s so exciting about Beast Quest?  “Well, I like how Tom is fighting all the beasts.”  Do you ever pretend you’re Tom?  “Ohhh, yea, lots of times.”  Tell me about it.  “About what?”  Pretending to be Tom.  “Well, I got this cool sword and shield for Christmas.  I use it to pretend I’m Tom.  Then I make one of my brothers pretend to be the beast and I fight them.”  Do you always win?  “Uh, yes, because I tell the brothers kind of what happens in the book and then we act it out and then of course I win.  I don’t tell them that Tom wins in the end, but I tell them how to prepare to battle me.  Tom always wins.”

Do you have a favorite sport?  “Yes, I love baseball.  One time I played it with Daddy and he made a big baseball board on the driveway and we had to run on it.  It had first base, second base, third base and home.  I call home fourth base, though.  When it was my turn to be the batter, I hit the ball and then I ran.”  (he acts out the entire thing) “If I got to a base, Daddy couldn’t touch me.  If he caught me before the base, though, well then I was supposed to lose something, but I forgot what that was.  It was a lot of fun.  It’s my new favorite sport.  At first tennis was, but then I had never played baseball, but now that I’ve played baseball, my favorite is definitely baseball.”

What’s your favorite fruit?  “Blueberries.”

What’s your favorite vegetable?  “My favorite vegetable…well, that’s a little bit hard for me because I’ve got a lot of favorites.  I guess I’d say red pepper.  It’s so good.  Yep, that’s one of my favorites.”

What’s your favorite thing to do?  “Um, I like to play or sit on the couch and read a good book.  Like Beast Quest.”  When you play, what do you like to play?  “I like to play with my brothers.  I like to play on the tire swing with Roo and act out Mario Bros with William.  I like to bounce on the slackers.  I actually like to do a lot of things.”  (this whole interview is being done while he’s walking around the room in circles)

Do you like having a little sister?  “Oh yes, it’s fun, really.  We like to do a lot of things together like play with her babies.  I pretend I’m the daddy and she pretends she’s the mommy.”

What kind of things do you pray for?  “I pray for Mommy to not lose her temper when she’s on the Whole30, you know, stuff like that.”  Have you ever had a prayer answered?  “Yea, one time I asked for a baby sister…I just kept praying…and then Katie came!”

What’s your favorite thing to do with Mommy?  “Well, I love snuggling and I like doing Grammar with you.”

What’s your favorite thing to do with Daddy?  “Um, I like to…”  (thinking, with his thumbnail in his mouth) “there are so many things!  Oh, I got it…I like to do Little Bear but not when he bends down or gallops.”  (Little Bear is a game they play right before bed, based on Richard Scarry’s story about Little Bear…Daxson takes each of the kids, “little bear,” on a piggyback ride and pretends he doesn’t know where they are and they go searching around the house…Dax is known for bending down with a “little bear” on his back to search under beds and beneath furniture.)

How do you know we love you?  “Because you do so many nice things for me!”  Aww, you noticed!  “And because you’re always snuggling at night…you don’t just put the babies down for bed and then go to sleep yourself.  You actually take time out of your bed time to come and snuggle us.  That’s love.”  Yes, my darling, it is!

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{this moment}

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{this moment} – A Friday ritual.   A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.  A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.  If you’re inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

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Outside my window…the rain has finally stopped.  Again.  I heard it raining all night long and remembered that Katie left her doll outside.  I thought the poor doll was probably as good as ruined.  I woke up this morning and mentioned to Katie that her baby doll was probably extremely wet.  She took my hand and led me to her bedroom, all the while saying “baby, baby” and sure enough, that baby doll was tucked sweetly into the baby doll bed.  No one admits they brought her in and put her there.  Very strange.

I am remembering…Andrew’s comment this week.  I went out to the school room and brought in some books about bugs for him.  I thought he’d be so excited.  Instead he looked at them and said, “I don’t want to read those.  But if you brought in some dinosaur books, I’d be delighted.”  Really, delighted?  I just love this kid’s vocabulary!  I still laugh every time I remember the time he was looking for something in the couch and popped his head out, exclaiming that he had found “the most curious thing!”

On my iPod…catching up on the Read Aloud Revival and just subscribed to a new podcast from Pam Barnhill at EdSnapshots called Homeschool Snapshots.

I am wondering… how to explain the concept of twaddle to Joseph.  It’s like he is drawn to it.  I’m not saying he can’t read it, but it’s really not what I want his entire reading diet to consist of!  I’ve tried explaining the concept of “good literature” but in his mind, the books he’s choosing are good.  I tried a food analogy (which I thought was pretty brilliant) in which I compared twaddle to dessert.  He’s still not convinced that he should ever read anything that isn’t written by Adam Blade (in his own free time, at least.  He’s happy to read whatever I set in front of him when it comes to school work).  I’m open for suggestions.

I am going…to register for a few sessions at the Well Trained Mind’s online conference.  I’m very excited…the closest homeschool conferences are always at least 2 1/2 hours from me.  This will be a great opportunity to feed my mind and fuel my enthusiasm.  Lots of awesome speakers.  Lots of good topics listed on the agenda.  Now I just have to pick and choose.

I am thankful…for an afternoon with old friends that was long overdue!

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In the refrigerator…Whole30 compliant food.  Last night we had a meatloaf and even though it wasn’t covered in thick yummy bacon (since the bacon at HEB has sugar!), it was still delightfully delicious.  I haven’t served bread at dinner in weeks now and I’m pretty sure no one has noticed.

I am wearing…a white skirt and a gray sleeveless top.  It’s so nice to have spring like weather!

I am creating…a library list that is seriously about a mile long.  You should have seen Joseph and I at the library earlier this week.  We could’ve used our wagon to cart everything out…instead you couldn’t even see poor Joseph behind the stack he had to carry!

We are celebrating…Saint Patrick’s Day.  Lots of green, lots of shamrocks, and lots of reading.

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Someday I am going to miss…taking Dollie everywhere we go.

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I am reading…I am finishing up The Little Oratory, which has been a great read.  It’s full of tons of amazing ideas.  I’m also rereading What Would Jesus Eat, not because I plan to follow the diet, but because I’m just curious about the recommendations and what Jesus really did eat.  Still haven’t made up my mind as to what I’m going to change after this Whole30 is over.

In our learning room…speeding through the first part of Story of the World 2 (again).  Our history journey is such a mess, but I think maybe we’ve found our groove.  (Don’t quote me though…I’ve thought that multiple times in this past year!)

One of my favorite things…long days at the beach…

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A peek into my day…ice cream sundaes on Sunday!

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Andrew

An interview with Andrew:

What’s your name?  “Roo.” (with his hand on his forehead as if this is just not worth his time)

How old are you?  Holds up the sign for 3.

What’s your favorite color?  Long sigh.  “All the colors.”

What’s your favorite book?  “Adelaide because she breaks her face.”  (hmm…)  “Oh and which one is the girl and which one is the boy?”  Adelaide is the girl, Leon is the boy.  “Oh right.  I’m Leon, the one Adelaide met at the zoo.”  And now he proceeds to hop across the room like a kangaroo to emphasize the point.

What’s your favorite sport?  “I don’t know.”  C’mon, you must have one.  “Football.  I’m not Charlie Brown though and I am not going to kick that ball to the moon.”

What’s your favorite fruit?  “Whole strawberries.  Here’s how I like to pop it in my mouth” and he proceeds to show me how he takes a whole strawberry and pops the whole thing in his mouth.

What’s your favorite vegetable?  Frowning, “No vegetables allowed.”  C’mon, you know you have to eat some.  What’s your favorite?  “Hot dogs.”  That’s not a vegetable.  “Pickles.”  Okay, I’ll take it.

What’s your favorite thing to do?  “Play-doh.  Is this interview over?  I need to do my play-doh.”

What’s your favorite thing about having a sister?  “Oh she’s so beautiful.”

What’s your favorite thing to do with Mommy?  “Snuggle with her.”

What’s your favorite thing to do with Daddy?  “Play in the pool.”

How do you know that we love you?  “I’m cute.”  That you are, little guy.

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