Rosie Ate a Marble

  Yesterday morning, our sweet Miss Squishy found a stainless steel marble, popped it in her mouth, and swallowed it.  Witness: her eldest sister.

  I nearly freaked as I thought said marble was magnetic.  Furthermore, Sarah had brought down a bunch of stainless steel marbles (I had TRIED to keep them upstairs in one of the bedrooms) and there was a chance she had eaten more than 1.  2 or more magnetized items are very dangerous as they can block off the intestines.

 So I had Rose loaded up in the car, to take her to the ER, when Kevin figured out the marbles were not magnetized.  They do stick to magnetized objects, but are not actually permanently magnetic.

 So a quick google search later, we decided we could wait it out. The marble(s) is/are small and round and should go right through her.

  I am going to check and make sure it does.

  The joys of motherhood.

  She has been happy and smiley most of the last 36 hours (since the great Marble Event) so it doesn't seem to be bothering her at all.

  I'm very glad she's Ok.

This Week

Friday here.  I'm tired.  Rose looks happy in the picture, and she was, but she's been a little cranky. I know she's had the resident illness, though not too badly.

Kevin went in to work every day this week and worked hard, but was super tired when he got home. We hope he's turned a corner.

Naomi and Lydia have both been feeling sick. Lydia also smashed her toe against a chair.  We have buddy taped it to another toe to provide support.

Isaac was tearing around the house recklessly a few days ago and fell hard on his left arm.  I was afraid it might be broken but he is much better, so I think he is Ok.

But let's just think about that, shall we?  Naomi and Lydia and Kevin, sick.  Lydia and Isaac, injured.  

Me, last woman standing.  (To be clear, Kevin and the big kids have been contributing to the household work, but not as much as usual.)

So yes, I'm tired because the kids are still needy and indeed needier than usual (thanks to illness) so I've been very busy.

But that's Ok.

In the interests of staying sane, I made it a supremely light week for school.

Yesterday, Lydia pulled out this:

She made this mailbox a few years ago.  I kept threatening to throw it out, and she kept saying she'd use it again, and she did!

So it has a little rectangular hole on one end, and the middle kids spent much of yesterday writing notes to each other, putting it in the mailbox, and having it delivered on the hour.

Many of the letters were wonderfully creative, like this one:

I believe several notes preceded this one, so I'm not sure who the enemy is, what they are doing, etc.  But I thought the letter was wonderful.

So...no OFFICIAL school BUT the children are writing letters and drawing maps and generally practicing literary skills. Sounds like a win win to me!

In other exciting news, I found an online driver's ed course on sale, and bought it, and Naomi is working on it.  Our girl is almost 15 and a half, so almost old enough to get her temps.  Wow.  The time has flown by.  We need to find a driver's ed course for the driving portion soon. Ohio requires that students get ...12 hours, I think, of instruction from an official driver's ed instructor.

I'm tired.  Oh, I said that already.

Guest Post on Work by Naomi

Our eldest daughter wrote this wonderful report on work and serving others.  It is so awesome, I want to share it.  It is inspiring to ME on days when kid care is challenging and not much fun.

Report on Work and Service

By Naomi

Topic: Why is it good for me to work and serve others?

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Work isn't fun. Most people would agree with that statement. Dissatisfaction with work or a job is a common complaint. Many worn-out and busy people wish that the house would just clean itself, the food would cook itself, the job would do itself, and the kids would take care of themselves, leaving them free to do more interesting things.

But, people that never work are often quite unhappy, such as those who have enough money that they don't need to work. Although work isn't fun, your life can feel pointless if you never do any of it. What do you accomplish by watching TV or reading comic books all day? Nothing. Work gives you a sense of fulfillment; you're accomplishing something good.

All work has both positive sides and negative sides, and while you shouldn't do a job simply because you like it, it's worthwhile to make a list of all the positive things about the job and make an effort to focus on them. This will be good for your emotional health and help you to feel better about a job, even if it has a ton of negative things. On the flip side, focusing on the negative things will make you feel more depressed about the work, which could lead you to perform poorly, quit the job or just complain all the time to your family or friends.

Unless you're a millionaire, work is simply necessary. It is good to do work simply because it needs to be done. The house does not, in fact, clean itself. If you don't clean, the house gets dirty. The food doesn't cook itself, so you need to cook, or you'll end up living on restaurant meals or canned corn. Your job won't do itself; you need to do it or you'll get fired. If you have kids, they probably won't take care of themselves, especially if they're young. Not working has serious consequences, especially if you are an adult and own a job or are in college.

Some people argue that kids shouldn't be forced to do any work until they get to college or a real job, that they should just be allowed to enjoy their childhood, but that is poor advice. Besides the obvious fact that doing all the work will wear out the parents, kids who are suddenly thrust into college or a job won't know how to work. After all, they've never done it before. They will probably end up procrastinating and wasting time doing other things, which could lead to being thrown out of college or losing their job. Enjoying a work-free childhood isn't worth being unable to get a job or college degree as an adult. Working some during the kid and teen years prepares a person for the rigors of being a college student or job employee.

Finally, as Christians, God instructs us to serve other people. One of those ways is to do work to help others who need it. Christians should work to serve others, even if they don't really feel like it at the moment. Kids can serve their parents and siblings, adults can help family, friends, or volunteer at a non-profit organization.

So, although you shouldn't be a workaholic and work constantly, some work is good for you, even as a child or teenager. It prepares you for the real world, gives you satisfaction, and is part of obeying God's laws.

A Birthday and an Illness

We celebrated Daniel's 3rd birthday this weekend.

This is from back when he was a new baby.

And this was this weekend. He is of course much bigger, but his face looks quite similar.  He is still very cute. But he didn't wear glasses when he was tiny :-).

I would like to say that his birthday was a nice day, but in fact -- it wasn't. Because we have an illness.  Almost everyone is sick with a cold or something of that ilk.  The 3 littles have all been sick, and that means the 3 littles have all been horribly cranky.  It has been hard around here.  And by hard, I don't mean frightening.  No one is dangerously ill.  No one is dying. No one is going blind.  (I was re-reading By the Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder, which starts out with Laura's sister Mary going blind.)  So you know, it isn't a huge deal. But the screaming and wailing and fussing are challenging.

I sort of wonder if Rose has an ear infection as she's not been sleeping well for her naps, and she tugged on her ear once while crying.  However, studies show antibiotics don't always even help so we'll see how she does today.  If she is a mess tomorrow, I might take her in. She slept through the night fine,  thankfully. She's not eating all that well, either -- a bit worrisome as she's a small person.  But I'm counting wet diapers and she's got them, so we're Ok.

So that's us.  Sick.  Not badly.  Happy birthday, Daniel.  You are precious!

Checking on the Young Eyeballs

Today was fatiguing. Good, but fatiguing. For everyone.

First off, yesterday Kevin got final, total, complete, utter, final confirmation that he is 100% transferred to a new position at work. For reasons I will not go into, this is very very very very very good news.

It also meant today he got to/had to hit the ground running as he figures out all that he needs to do with his new job.  Among other things, he needs to arrange for meetings with a whole bunch of people.  It is probably a mercy that today was the Friday before Memorial Day, and lots of people were out on vacation, so he was a little less overwhelmed than he theoretically could have been.

This morning, I had an eye appointment 30 minutes away for our 3 youngest children.  I've mentioned before that Sarah, Child #7, has terrible eyes.  Daniel, Child #8, isn't as bad as Sarah but they still both need glasses.

So they had checkups.  And both are stable.  Sarah needs to be monitored carefully as her eyes are so bad that amblyopia is a possibility.  (We've been through the ambloypia journey with Isaac a few years ago.  Not great fun.)  Actually, for reasons that made no sense, Sarah is considered to have amblyopia in both eyes because of her farsightedness and astigmatism. Whatever. We have a good doctor. I trust her.

And said awesome doctor checked Rose.  It seems bewildering and shocking that a baby's eyes can be checked, but they can.  And Rose looks...good!  We are thankful as the previous 3 kids are all quite farsighted.  I had Isaac with me to help with the 3 littles. He WAS helpful, but hasn't had as much training as the big girls have in helping me so I had to do more directing.  My big girls have way more experience with babies, toddlers, and preschoolers than most kids their age!

While I was at the eye appointment, Naomi and Kevin's mom made a quick trip to the allergist for N's allergy shots.  Lydia held down the fort with ONLY 3 siblings.  That must have seemed weird!

We all got home a little after noon. Then a few hours later, Kevin's mom came over again and whisked our big girls off to Kevin's grandmother's house, which needs to go on the market.  The big girls helped wash windows, vacuum carpet, clean the garage, and generally help.

Kevin's mom very graciously bought us pizza for dinner, which was a huge hit.

So now the 2 littlest people are in bed, and Sarah is on her way. I'm fried.  But it was a good day.

Visual Clutter

Kevin and I had a talk this week that led to an epiphany.

And that is, that I don't do well with visual clutter.

I am a super super super visual person.

This week, we focused on making our family room much more inviting.

 We spend much time in the family room.  It is warm, friendly, and home to our main computer.

This picture below is NOT the family room.  It is our entry room and its a mess.  But I don't spend a lot of time in it, so it doesn't bother me a lot.

We moved a bookshelf out of this room, our entry room. Then I moved the sock basket and blanket basket off the family room hearth over to the wall next to the entry room computer.  Then I moved the library box behind the green chair in the family room.  That leaves a mostly clear fireplace area.

Then Kevin and I worked to clear our mantle, which had way too much clutter.  Now it just has a globe, 3 pictures, and our famous elephant fan.

This bookshelf in the family room used to have bins of little kid books on the lower shelves.  Rose is at the age where she thinks it is the world's greatest thing to strew books all over, occasionally ripping out pages for a little light stress relief.  So the family room often was covered in books.

We foiled her by moving a bunch of books onto these lower shelves, and wedging them in so tightly she can't actually pull them out.  Yet. As she grows stronger, so will the challenge.

And voila, our family room.  It won't, of course, always stay THIS clean. But having the socks, and blankets, and mantle junk out of the room has made the room much more peaceful.  Hiding the library books behind the green chair is also a big help.

I know many people are more auditory, or kinesthetic-tactile, than visual.  I'm guessing maybe less visual people aren't as bothered by clutter?  Just a guess.

I would also guess that being mom to 9 kids raises my stress level about clutter.  I already have moving targets to keep track of. When there are random THINGS constantly intruding on my peripheral vision, I get very stressed.

So this is good.

I've worked on the living room as well, and have removed a few corner items that were functional but ugly and/or cluttery.

I hope this will reduce my overall stress level and make it easier to keep the house reasonably tidy.

And Then A Miracle Occurred

My mother has the proverbial "green thumb."

When I was in junior high, my folks bought a home on ten acres of land. Over the course of many years, my mother (and father) transformed part of it into a 1+ acre garden. That is a LOT of garden.

I didn't realize it at the time, but my mom's diligent gardening brought in tons and tons of produce, and helped us eat during a time when our overall family income wasn't high (and they had 3 hungry kids to feed.)

Somehow I missed the green thumb.  I've never liked gardening at all. I don't like bugs, I don't like dirt, and I don't like heat, and sweat, and bees buzzing around my head.

  Kevin IS a gardener.  But with a full time job and 9 kids and a wife and a host of other outside tasks, he has focused his gardening on the vegetable garden.

  Which left our front flower beds (usually) a wasteland.  It is really hard to convey how BAD they were.  They were full of tall grass and weeds.  There were (and are) a few flowers, but weeding wasn't happening and the flowers were often crowded out.

  Why didn't I do something about this sad state of affairs?

  I didn't prioritize it. Simple answer.  Another, more complicated answer, is that last summer I was having a baby.  And 3 summers ago I was having a baby.  And until recently, I couldn't easily go outside to work on the garden because the kids didn't do all that well by themselves inside. (All of that is a distant memory as our big girls can hold the fort by themselves now.)

  But in the last couple of weeks I decided...to weed the front flower beds.

  It really didn't even take THAT long.

  So (flourish of trumpets), here is the main flower bed.

  Yep, it looks more or less ghastly.  At least we can see my ornamental birds. They used to be surrounded in a thicket of grass.

Think of it as a blank piece of paper, on which an (inexpert) artist might eventually create...something. Not a masterpiece, but something.

But here, here, HERE is my tour de force, my piece de resistance, my treasure, my source of pride!

Admit it.  That looks...Ok.  That looks sort of nice.   I am very proud of it.  And for me, this is a miracle.