Sunday, January 24, 2016
I wanted to make my husband Adam a photo book for a gift, and you know what---those photo books you buy online can get pretty expensive! So I took a cheaper route and made my own. The hardest part is the binding. I was looking online at college art courses the other day, and I found out you can actually get a Master's Degree in book binding. No joke, it's that intricate! Lucky for me, I found an easier way to bind my book. I used a hole puncher, some ribbon, and a few knots later called it good!
We now have a new washer, dryer, and microwave added to our home. It's funny how things happen in 3's sometimes.
There are so many things that have happened since my last post, and I always think to myself, 'I should put that on the blog so I don't forget.' But then I forget and the memory is lost.
Lincoln has always been anxious, but recently he has started getting panicky if he doesn't know where I am at. I have to make sure I tell him if I am going outside to feed the animals, or even leaving the room. That boy ran to the neighbor's house the other day when I was in the bathroom, and when I came out he ran inside bawling his eyes out wondering where he had been. I hope he gets past this phase soon--I am starting to get anxious just going thru it with him! I can only imagine what he has been feeling.
Trinity on the other hand has always been more easy going, although she did trip up a poor older lady at a restaurant today. Thank the Lord the lady didn't fall. It's never a dull moment around here.
Speaking of older ladies, we ran into a not-so-nice lady the other day. She yelled at me for my kids not wearing coats after they had been playing at an inside playground. I mean, really? She pulled up to us on the street, swung open the rusty door on her rickety van, and yelled, "Hey, how come you are wearing a coat and your kids aren't?!" I yelled back, "Because they're hot!" She shook her head, rolled her eyes, slammed her door, and squeaked off in a puff of black smoke from her cheap exhaust. Thanks, lady. I should have told her to go home and take a shower because she looked like she could use one.
I am now about six months pregnant, which may be part of my previous said frustration with rusty van lady, and my baby is kicking up a storm, which is amazing but also makes me anxious about the delivery. I have never really understood why women don't talk about their fears or the reality of risk involved in giving birth. Now before you start judging, saying ,"That's what your doctor is for!" let's be real. Women talk about everything! Why don't we talk about giving birth in realistic terms? One thing I have heard is that younger women shouldn't be told too much or they will be scared. While I don't think we should go chasing down young mothers-to-be, it's also absurd that we would not let them know it's one of the hardest things you will ever accomplish as a woman. It seems like most women (in the United States at least) just assume it's no big deal or try to act like they are super woman and that giving birth is just another activity to accomplish in their day. I have tried on occasupion to be completely honest about my birth experiences (one without an epidural-not by choice, and one with an epidural) and I have been surprised that many women seem to blow off birth stories or try to play down what actually happens. I don't get it! I for one felt like no one was completely honest with me about the birth experience before my first child was born, and as a result it's hard for me to believe any of these stories about giving birth as being no big deal especially when there is no medication involved. I also don't understand why women say you forget the pain. Sorry, I think that is the biggest lie being told today. Who the heck can forget THAT pain? Maybe those women who forget are at higher risk for Ahlzeimers, because I will tell you one thing that is a pain I will never forget.