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We’ve had some great quotes, but the problem with not writing them down when pregnant? They’re lost forever. After polling the kids, here’s what we came up with for quotes of the week (QOTW).
“It still tastes the same.”
John Paul, after cleaning the bathrooms and then grabbing a chip off the counter to eat…without washing his hands. Oh child, where do I even start?
“I just touched the baby’s bootie.”
Another gem by JP. One night while sitting on the couch, the baby really started moving and just as John Paul put his hand on my belly, the baby pushed its hiney right into JP. I think the boys are still laughing about that one.
“Open your piehole.”
Clare, but before I could reprimand her, I saw her reading a t-shirt design. And she was forgiven. See #4 below.
“So when the baby’s born, your belly will go back to looking like mine in what? 6, maybe 7 days?”
Clare, oh honey, I like your optimism.
“Do you think the baby will be here today?!?”
All five. The excitement around here is electric.
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Yes. I’m still baking. I no longer have things to clean in the house. I’m on my fifth bottle of Tums and a frightening amount of clothes no longer fit. As much as I have loved, loved, loved being pregnant, I am very ready to kiss on those sweet baby cheeks. 39 weeks, 2 days today. Your move, Baby Whitaker. I did write that cutie a love letter earlier this week. That sure was fun.
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A date morning with my oldest this week turned out to be the most spectacular morning (WHAT, just one kid?!). In seventh grade, students are required to take a personality test, assess their gifts and abilities, choose a career to research based on those findings and then interview a professional in that field. One of Will’s possible careers was chef. We contacted our good friend Jaime at Circle C Catering and the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center. Boy, did he do it right. He has such passion for food and his work and it really shined. Will and I had an absolute blast touring his kitchen, hearing his stories and eating a super fantastic lunch. I bet that’s something all those engineering kids didn’t get to do. Food, for the win. Will and I even had time to pray a rosary in the car on the drive down. He led, I choked back the tears. He’s going to make a great priest (or one fabulous husband) someday.
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While Scott doesn’t get paid the big bucks working for the church, he does get some great holiday breaks. Our five-day break over the Easter holiday afforded us some great family time. And, considering that I’m at the end of my pregnancy, it was especially sweet. On Easter Monday, we headed down to the State Capitol to view the 4-H and FFA agriculture photo exhibit and take a few pictures ourselves. I love that everywhere my kids go they wear Aggie gear – loud and proud. Luke refused to get in the group photo below, “It too high momma.” We were standing on the fourth floor rotunda looking down and I was right there with him. It’s a long way down. No matter how many times we trek down to the Capitol, I’m always in awe. I just love being a Texan. Riggins had it right, Texas Forever.
And, would it really be a trip downtown without some pizza from Homeslice? No it would not. That restaurant is always our gauge with Luke’s feeding journey. Just three years ago, he saw sugar on the table and threw up everywhere. This week? He saw a slice of cheese pizza and ate the whole durn thing one bite at a time. Sweet PROGRESS!!
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Speaking of Easter awesome, here’s a few pics from our ‘hood egg hunt. I will say that all the usual things I do for the holiday just took a backseat this year. This is what happens when your ankles are swollen and you’re nine months preggo. Why yes my kids hunted with reusable grocery bags. The “real” baskets were in the closet. No, they didn’t get all dressed up, we were just lucky to get there on time. Oh, and no way did I make those adorable cookies. My super talented friend Kendra did.
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I’ve been struggling with something regarding the blog for a very, very long time. And, in a recent conversation with my Chairman of the Board, aka Scott, he gave me some wise advice. Let’s just call it my blogging epiphany. A big reason I stopped reading some blogs during Lent and cut back on some of my social media use is because of this:
It was all just stealing my joy. Comparing yourself (particularly people you only know via the interwebs) is a dangerous place to go. My first love has always been graphic design. And, it does a nice job of paying for all the extras we do, including many of the kids’ activities. But I’ve never done it for the money. I’ve always done it for the joy of designing. I love making things pretty. The blog? It is my hobby. It’s a super fun hobby, but I had to give up the dream of being a big-time blogger, not because I don’t think I could do it, but because it’s not what I want to do. At least not right now. But, in the back of my mind I kept thinking, “why is that blog so popular?” and “what am I doing wrong?” And you know what I came to realize after my conversation with Scott? I write here because I love it. It’s my prayer love language with God, a place to share life and the quirks of motherhood and a space to document everything in between. Connecting with y’all here has been more fabulous than I thought possible. I don’t want the pressure of writing to suck the joy out of why I do it in the first place. So, I’m going to just keep writing whatever the heck I want. Maybe droves of people will read it and maybe they won’t. And I’m learning to be cool with either one.
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Speaking of reads that really meant something to me, I wanted to share this treasure trove of goodness. When you get a moment, pick any of these to read, they will lift your spirit.
Dear Blogger Moms of Older Kids, Bonnie Engstrom
Your beautiful, handsome, happy children seem so confident, funny, kind, thoughtful, eager to learn, and happy to be Catholic, even though you don’t hide the hard. Your marriages seem happy, fulfilling, not without their crosses but also not without their deep, sustaining joys. Your lives seem balanced, even if that means that you are having to shift the balances every few months, seasons, or years.
I’m the Last Person Who Ever Thought She’d Have Five Kids, Kelly Mantoan
I’ve been forced to admit to my bad habits and tendencies and root them out, lest I pass them on. What other job demands such sacrifice? Is there a more demanding boss than a hungry infant, screaming toddler or sulking tween? You could not get me to work this hard for anyone but my children.
A Culture of Extraordinary, Stacy London
Somewhere in the past 10 years, the pace of content has replaced the quality of the content. It no longer seems to matter if it’s good or helpful or valuable. It just has to come out constantly. Because if you don’t have anything new to say (or a new way to say the same thing), go ahead and make some shit up. Who will know the difference?
The Saint of the NICU, Jen Fulwiler
We believe that God is the source of all goodness and love, and that any time anyone chooses an act rooted in agape — pure, selfless love — its source is always God. It’s kind of like when you get water from your sink: you might think of the water as coming from a spout in your house, but if you follow it to its source, you’ll find that it leads to a great river, far outside the walls of your home. You may not have ever seen it, but if you’ve tasted the water, you know the river. And that’s what I think of when I remember the tumultuous time that was the birth of our son.
With that, I’ll say, have an awesome weekend. Go visit Jen for more takers!