Equilibrium Part 2

February 27, 2010 by Rieshy


It's been a busy week. I've been concentrating on night-time retraining of my Littles to Stay In Their Beds. It's been a blast. No, really- I've loved it. Yeah, loved it- wish I could do this all the time.

It's as fun as potty training or cleaning up vomit. Well, maybe cleaning up vomit is more fun.

I have to admit though that the sleep I've lost doesn't even compare to the sleep I lost the first 10 months after our 3 yo was diagnosed with FODs. In that 10 months he had 7 hospitalizations, my 10 yo had an E.R. visit for stitches, and my 2 yo had tubes put in.

I recently ran across a photo my husband took of me in the middle of that time period. I look like I'm 105 years old. I'm way too vain to post it.

The great thing, or really depressing thing (depending on my mood) about this re-training process is that it has opened my eyes to some other misbehaviors that need to be addressed. My husband is my Prince O' Reality Checks. He correctly pointed out that the night-time problem is just a symptom of the Little's belief that everything I say is negotiable.

Which means that nighttime training has morphed into daytime training. I'm thankful that the Littles are 2 and 3 yo and not 13 yo. Re-training kids to obey (and mom to expect obedience) is much easier at this age.

On a less personally tiring note, I guest authored a post on The Adventures of a Somewhat Crispy Mama's blog. It's my first guest-post ever. I'd love for you to hop over and comment. The topic was birth options, The Final Installment, and I shared a bit about my experiences with everything from an emergency cesarean to home birth.

Don't worry- I'm also too vain for detailed birth photos.


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He-Loves-Me-He-Loves-Me-Not-He...

February 26, 2010 by Rieshy




My husband is not the flowers-and-chocolate type of guy. This year he surprised me.


I kept the flowers until the heads of the roses were hanging limp and ridiculous. We had a sort of an Adam's Family meet home school science lesson moment.

Everyone's heard of people with "green thumbs", but my daughter is more original.

The kids helped me spread the petals on the front porch and sidewalk. It was a party. The red petals really stand out against the winter grayness. Just opening my front door makes me smile.


I don't think I have ever enjoyed flowers as much as I enjoyed these flowers.



I always enjoy going to The Girl Next Door. Her Feel Good Friday is especially fun.

I thought I'd also give Friday Follow a try this week.




Of Elocution and Young Men

February 25, 2010 by Rieshy


Articulation.
Fully reticulated and
scientifically calibrated.
Practically annihilated by the typical 15 year old male.

Rehabilitation.
Long after cessation
of intelligible phonation;
eloquent communication finds remarkable restoration around 18.

But... only in the absence of pretty girls.




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Equilibrium

February 23, 2010 by Rieshy


Brought to you from The House of Crud
Otherwise known as: Cough, sneeze, "Are we out of tissues again?"

How to make Momma's eyes bug-out #27: At the dinner table last night 3 year old had a small coughing fit. When he was done he held both fists above the table and asked, "Why does my heart sometimes stop doing this?" Then he made squeezing motions with his hands.

Some FODs cause cardiomyopathy. Jack's heart has been tested- so far so good, he's fine. Still, knock me over during the middle of a dinner! I didn't realize I was on edge, off kilter, out of balance, until 3 year old's artless comment.

The cause is probably my favored culprits: stress plus lack of sleep. Yes, I'm back to my long running topic of my unrequited love affair with sleep. The frustrating thing is that it's my own fault.

About a month ago the 2 yo had a cold while my husband was out of town. I was lazy and just had him sleep with me so that I didn't have to walk through the cold house to check temperatures and blood sugars. 3 year old brother has night time E.S.P. . It didn't take him long to sense the new sleeping arrangements.

Fast forward a couple of weeks. I have nothing against a family bed, but for it to work for me I'd need to sleep with someone else's family. My 2 year old grinds his teeth, talks in his sleep, radiates unreasonable amounts of heat, and break-dances from dusk to dawn. Not to mention 2 yo and 3 yo compete continually for bed real-estate. My husband and I might as well rent bunks in Akron as expect any room in our own bed with the two toddlers.

Soooo, I've been half-heartedly trying to reestablish bedtime rules. I'm an experienced Mom, right? All my other children were great sleepers right?

My experience means zilch up against the dynamic duo- especially when I'm already sleep deprived. You can't use tough love on 2 hypoglycemic chronically ill children to make them wait for a reasonable hour for a drink or snack. When is it a need versus a desire and am I awake enough to be sure of myself?

Therein lies the rub. They sense my lack of confidence. They are night-time grifters looking for a mark.

I guess the fact that they always creep to my side of the bed in the wee, illegal hours, is telling... After some prayerful contemplation I've realized I need to kick myself in gear and set up a sting.

Tonight.
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Reaching For Now

February 22, 2010 by Rieshy



Now slowly stopping, waiting,
Impatience with a hijacked brain; always waiting,
Slowing, stopping, breathing.
Patience teaching, patience reaching.
Slowly seeing, breathing; being,
Now.





As a bloggy gift this Tuesday- go to Tuesdays Unwrapped.
This is part of Steady Mom's 30 minute challenge. This post took 20 minutes + a 40 minute walk .


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Monday's Daybook #2

by Rieshy


FOR TODAY

Outside my window... The brown winter grass is contemplating the color green.
I am thinking... that my toddlers need to sleep later.
I am thankful for... my husband's morning conversation.
From the learning rooms...
comes the sound of silence- one more day of vacation.
From the kitchen...
the coffee maker is silent. I ran out of coffee beans this weekend; thank goodness for the instant I bought 6 months ago for a frosting recipe.
I am wearing...
yoga pants and a hoodie.
I am creating... an afghan out of my stash of yarn in an old shale pattern.
I am going..
as few places as possible today.
I am reading... The Brain That Changes Itself, and A Mother's Rule of Life.
I am hoping...
for a client's check in the mail.
I am hearing... my toddlers singing the theme song from the movie Inspector Gadget.
Around the house...
are sleeping teen-agers.
One of my favorite things...
a hidden stash of chocolate hearts in the pantry.
A few plans for the rest of the week: taking a load of clothing and books to Goodwill.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing...
The daily (morning) grind.


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Strolling Without a Stroller

February 21, 2010 by Rieshy

We've reached a new stage where we can go stroller-less for short walks with the Littles. It is amusing how many things a witless adult is content to walk past without exploration. Not so the Littles. Every manhole cover, sewer grating, pebble, discarded chewing gum, and dead worm is an adventure.

It is also amusing how this pains my husband. He likes to walk- fast. He likes to talk fast while he walks fast. My husband also likes to maintain hand cleanliness. Picking things up out of the gutter is not high on his list of fun.

This is why I love my husband. He strolls anyway and...


He waits for the battle to end,


and he makes me smile.





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Proud Moments That Are Only Amusing Later

February 19, 2010 by Rieshy


For Feel Good Friday at The Girl Next Door Grows Up I thought I'd share a memory that makes me laugh. I didn't remotely enjoy this story myself until I knew the outcome so... I have to begin with the end:
Our nurse came in the room and said, "Your son can go home now, his blood-work looks great, we don't have to administer the anti-venom, he's a healthy and very blessed boy."

Now for the beginning:

It was early Spring a few days after a tornado hit Nashville in 1998. I woke that morning and scraped my hair back in a messy ponytail and dressed in a pair of my husbands old levi's so that I could spread manure all over my yuppie, suburban, organic vegetable garden without ruining any of my clothes.

Note, my husband is over 6 foot tall, I am not. He also has size 34 inch waist, I do not. I ended up using a rope as a belt because the jeans wouldn't stay on and all my belts were too short. Yes, a rope. This will be important later.

I had envisioned my children joyfully helping with the manure spreading process. At the time I had a 7 yo, a 5 yo and a 3 yo. They helped long enough to get really dirty and then disappeared into the depths of the backyard. Probably to get away from the smell.

After a time I heard my 7 yo son crying, and looked up to see him coming towards me covered in leaves and holding his neck. After a brief struggle to prize his hand away from his neck I discovered two puncture wounds. Snake bite.

Mention snake bite, show a vampire wound, and your child pretty much gets fast-tracked in the E.R. Of course the term fast-track and hospital is an oxymoron. After the initial flurry of activity and I.V.s we were left to wait. My son was filthy. Leaf mould stuck to manure residue, stuck to normal messy 7 yo boy residue. He was scratching his head like a mad man. Watching him scratch his head made me scratch my messy, greasy ponytailed head.

When the nurses left I tried to get some of the worst of the manure off my shoes and jeans with a paper towel. I tied to neaten up my son and comb his hair. That's when I realized that not only were both of us covered in manure but my son had Head Lice. Arghhhhh!!

Right then the team of doctors walked in. Cool, educated, and led by a woman my age. She was sleekly coifed, wearing $400 shoes and expensive slacks under her white coat. She was surrounded by 3 other lesser doctor-beings. Their eyes all bulged slightly at the manure aroma. I think someone sent immediately for a translator; it being obvious that we would only be able to understand Hillbilly-ese.

By this time I knew my son was going to be fine so I had already mentally switched gears and was wondering how high our hospital bill was going to be and how soon I could go buy RID. Buuttt, to top it all off; as I was standing there willing my head to be itching for ordinary reasons, the lead doctor recognized me. We had gone to college together. She had been pre-med., I had been art history but we had both been in the honors program.

It was a proud moment-
Haven't you always wished to run into someone from your competitive past whilst covered in manure, wearing jeans held up by a rope, without make-up but with greasy hair, and accompanied by your child who is similarly stinky and has head lice?


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Stash Busting Gratitude

February 18, 2010 by Rieshy


I've been concentrating on not spending money lately, it's lead to stash busting all over the house.

First my yarn stash. Entrelac is not just a blog button I don't understand; it's also a form of knitting I found so tedious it made me daydream about scrubbing my bathroom grout. So I frogged it and started this afghan instead.


Knitting this made me think, "Really, I'm knitting a stash-buster with leftover cashmere, angora blends (from our rabbits), locally raised shetland, GCN, and cormo that I hand spun?" Either that's really spoiled or very blessed. I'll go with blessed and thankful.

We've been Stash Busting our pantry too. For lunch yesterday my 13 yo cooked hand-made tortillas. She rooted around, concocted, then baked the topping from 2 cans of refried beans, spices, frozen spinach and some left over mozzarella cheese. They were wonderful. I thought, "Really, we have so much food in our cupboards that we can forget what we have?" Once again, I'm thankful; I'm thankful for the meal- and for my 13 yo chef.

My toddlers have been Stash Busting. I haven't had to buy art paper for years- we just recycle my husbands old work papers into one-sided art paper. I'm thankful he's had the work for so much paper, and I'm thankful for the 3,271 monster paintings. I kinda like the artists too. They look so serious; it makes them extra kissable.



Stash busting: the ultimate opportunity for gratitude.




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Reluctantly Unwrapping A Gift

February 16, 2010 by Rieshy


I read Chatting at the Sky's post this morning and thought about her challenge for what is basically a paradigm shift. She's more poetic and calls it "reluctantly unwrapping a gift."

My problem is that I think "reluctant" is the key word for me today, after a couple of nights of too little sleep, and what seems like a lifetime of winter; I have so many gifts right now that I'm tired of:
  • My 2 year old still giving diaper gifts that I'm still unwrapping.
  • More snow on the ground this morning.
  • Another tutorial canceled because of weather for my stir-crazy teens.
  • My secretary desk waiting to be opened so I can prepare our taxes.
Unwrapping today's gifts may not involve jumping up and down in excitement, but they are my "gifts" from my Creator and I know He loves me.

I choose in advance to smile today. I always seem to see better when I'm smiling. Perhaps the facial muscles required for smiling also control paradigm shifts.



Read Chatting at the Sky's post at Tuesdays Unwrapped.





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Cringe Test

February 14, 2010 by Rieshy

Every once in a while I find it useful, if sometimes painful, to do a little testing on my family. I'll stand out of sight and call a child's name and watch for their reaction. Do they look up with an open expression and try to find out why I'm calling, or do they sink down and sigh before answering? Worst of all, do they sink down and feign deafness while pretending to be in Morocco?

Sad to say, I have a nag/fuss tendency. It seems related to how well I'm doing at being organized and self-disciplined. When I'm in a over-all good routine, it means that chores and other responsibilities are being accomplished, and my children know what is expected of them and when. It means they know when they have time for themselves. It means that I have the time and energy to keep up a spirit of fellowship and camaraderie with my children. Most of all it means that if I call someone- the underlying assumption is that my call might be a pleasant and welcome interruption.

When I'm in a nag/fuss cycle the assumption is that having one's name called means an interruption of one's current enjoyment for an unspecified period of hassle. I'm pretty sure the thought process is something along the lines of, "Ughh, she's calling my name; I must evade capture."

I can always tell with my Cringe Test how well I'm doing in the family-fellowship department. When I fail the test, meaning my children cringe when called, it's time to remember to organize myself, lay off the family. Pray, prioritize. I need to pull out a deck of cards and play some games, lighten-up and enjoy my children.

Is it ethical to perform psychological testing on subjects without signed consent forms? Bah, motherhood is all about stealth, everything, from green veggies snuck into spaghetti sauce to stealth Cringe Testing.



This was part of Homemaker's Monday.
Also check out this new meme I just found called Making Your Home Sing Monday.






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Question-In-A-Bottle

February 13, 2010 by Rieshy


From last October:
Jack wants to know why he is different. It came up again last night at a youth group devotional. At the devotional Jack wanted to eat foods that he just cannot have- too high in fats for his disorder. I gave him some small treats but he wanted more. On the way to the bathroom to wash-up he kept telling me, "But I want another cupcake, I need another cupcake."

I answered simply, "You can't."

"Why?"

"Because your body doesn't need it."

Jack's face brightened as it became clear that this was all just a tragic misunderstanding. "Oh, no- see Mom," he pointed into his mouth. "This is my voice, it's coming out of my body and it needs another cupcake, see my body is saying that."

Since that evening we've had multiple other times when I've had to be the "food police" at gatherings. It's not an enviable position. My son resents it and I'm sure I sound like a freak to anyone who overhears since he's a thin little guy . To compound matters, if my other children are also present they all eat like line-backers, without mommy-interference, which is also noticeable.

For Valentine's Day today, I gave little boxes of candy hearts to everyone instead of the chocolates that I know the big kids would have preferred because it was easier for me not to have my 3 year old wondering why he had been gypped; after all my big kids are too appreciative to complain. So I gypped my big kids because it was easier, that's not right.

So, this is a question-in-a-bottle instead of a message-in-a-bottle. I want to get my mind around a plan. I'm hoping to hear from moms who have tips or stories for dealing with a young child who has dietary restrictions especially in the context of siblings without the same restrictions.

I realize this is a long shot- Jack's disorder is rare enough that we've never personally met another family dealing with FODs. However, surely families with celiac or childhood diabetes, for instance, have to deal with teaching their little one that they cannot always eat what everyone else is eating.

How have you talked to/taught your little one about their body's special needs?
Can you recommend any books about this issue?
How do you deal with outings and with what siblings can eat?
How do you deal with family celebrations?

Thanks in advance, my fellow mom-blogospherians.

I wrote this post this weekend in under 30 minutes (got to love cut-and-paste) for Steady Mom's 30 minute challenge, in the hope that Steady Mom's wide readership would garner more mom's with the know-how I'm seeking.


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Feel Good Friday: Funnies

February 12, 2010 by Rieshy


From Faily Foping Fills

Toddlers are good to have around for Linguistic Laughs. Unforunately I don't have exactly 5 from this week; so I'm going to pretend that 1+1+1=5 and go with flow anyway.

Really Wretched Rhyming:
My 3 year old dropped a raisin on my clean kitchen floor. He still wanted to eat it so he blew on it and then asked, "Are there any worms on it?"

Worms/germs- is there a difference?

Mispronunciations:
At a friend's house my 3 year old convinced the friend's father to put in a dvd. As the Dad was setting up the movie my 3 year old asked, "How many commodes do you have?"

The father answered the apparent non sequitor with, "Um... 3."
My 3 year old responded, "My dad has 3 commodes too. My dad uses his commodes a Lot."

Commodes/remotes- important to enunciate clearly.

Misunderstood Concepts:
My 2 year old was embroiled in a heated battle of ownership over a toy car that big brother had rightful possession of. As I scooped 2 year old up and away I reminded him, "Your brother had it first."

To which, 2 year old belted out defiantly, "No, I had it first, I had it tomorrow morning!"

Unequivocal proof... of nothing.



Hop over to The Girl Next Door Grows Up for some more Feel Good Friday.





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Photographs

February 11, 2010 by Rieshy



When I'm looking at this




I'm thankful to be able to remember this




And this




And sometimes it's nice to look forward to this


In February even the weeds are a welcome green.



Have a wonderful Thankful Thursday.



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Stupidity Clause

February 8, 2010 by Rieshy


We bought our present home for a few reasons.
  1. It had a dining room large enough for our dining table, which is large enough for our family of 9 to eat together- which we do every day.
  2. It was in our price range.
  3. It had a row of large White Pines growing along the back fence.
  4. Oh, and did I mention it was in our price range?
The second Summer we lived here bagworms attacked the row of pines. The crown of the center tree was killed. It looked like a giant had taken scissors and lopped off the top of the tree. Very ugly.

Amazingly, one of the lower branches twisted and twined itself, over the course of the next 5 years, and began to grow straight up. A new crown. The pine is beautiful again; you can only see the damage if you look very closely.

I was reading Romans 8:28-26 last night. It seems to be a "stupidity" clause. I'm grateful, because a lot of the struggles in my life can only be attributed to my lack of smarts. Even though I may have to walk through the consequences of my stupidity, God can twist and twine the silhouette of my life into a beautiful shape. A shape as beautiful as any newly crowned White Pine.





I so love Tuesdays; see both Tuesdays Unwrapped and Gratituesday for blogs full of grace.
This post was part of Steady Mom's 30 minute Challenge. The total? 20 minutes and 42 years of stupidity.


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February Daybook

by Rieshy

FOR TODAY: I thought I'd try The Simple Woman's Daybook
  • Outside my window... it is overcast and still, everything is glazed with frost.
  • I am thinking... that my little ones slept in until 6:45 for two days in a row. I feel sluggish from too much sleep. Too much sleep? Wow. Can I copy and paste too much sleep to a night when I get too little?
  • I am thankful for... my house; it's warm and dry and stocked with both food and laughter.
  • From the learning rooms... comes the call that today is test day for Biology, Physics, German and Math.
  • From the kitchen... the coffee is percolating, the crock pot is bubbling and the two-burner griddle is heating up.
  • I am wearing... yoga pants and a robe.
  • I am creating... an afghan that almost killed me. I worked all weekend on the set up rows so I could do relatively brainless knitting during lessons.
  • I am hoping... that all my test-takers dazzle me.
  • I am hearing... almost nothing; a most unusual sound in my house.
  • I am reading... Lamentations 3:22-24 "The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness."The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."
  • Around the house...is still the humongous box of M&M's that continues to taunt me.
  • A few plans for the rest of the week:filling out FAFSA forms and organizing tax info.
  • Here is picture for thought I am sharing... Some people see phonetic symbols, some see people running:


This was linked to The Simple Woman's Daybook.




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Five Random Happy Thoughts

February 5, 2010 by Rieshy
  1. I was out late last night chatting in a bookshop cafe with two friends I've had for years and years. We are all so different but every few months when we can get together we laugh and share and let our down our hair.
  2. It's especially fun when, like last night, I am greeted back at home with Littles all in bed and a smiling husband.
  3. My 3 year old's hypotonia has greatly improved- now he's in the normal range. I credit the physical therapy program my 8 year old developed, "I'll stand here and you run at me with all your strength and you grab me and try to knock me down."
  4. Having teenagers means I am constantly being introduced to new music. I now love Regina Spektor's voice. If you've never heard of her Google her.
  5. I have one child who sees. I love it when she shares her sight with the rest of us who possess mere mortal vision. Here's a hydrangea- icicle which now resides in my freezer.


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Driving In The Rain

February 4, 2010 by Rieshy


I was driving today with my 8 year old and my 3 year old in my 12 passenger van. My van handles inclement weather as nimbly as any enormous metal shoebox with wheels can handle inclement weather. I was stuck behind an 18 wheeler and to the left of an SUV when I realized that an ambulance with flashing lights was right on my bumper.

The trucker didn't want to speed up and the SUV didn't immediately get out of the way. It was a scary time of trying to get into the right lane so the ambulance could pass. Finally I got over, but the trucker accidentally ended up changing lanes only to block the ambulance again. I ended up staring at the back window of the ambulance for several heart-beats too many before the ambulance was able to speed off.

It was rather harrowing interstate driving with the combo of non-compliant drivers and slick roads. I could dimly hear my 8 year old son explaining to the 3 year old what the flashing lights were for. My 3 year old responded cheerfully, "Oh, I've been in one of those."

Yes, yes he has. Twice. I was with him both times.

Suddenly, as I drove on a huge bubble of emotion overtook me. Tears started coursing of their own accord. The memory of being there, sitting in that ambulance looking out of the ambulance window was so real. The blessed realization that my son was saved and sitting happily on this side of the window hit me. Very intense, it was all too real to be real.

Thanksgiving to God for our outcome, but grief for the present occupant was all mixed up. The road cleared; my tears cleared so quickly the boys didn't notice, the rain even cleared. Time keeps moving.

Thanks to God time keeps moving. Time keeps moving but God is always present.



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Beeps, Chirps, and Chimes

February 3, 2010 by Rieshy


R2-D2 was just a precursor.

All my servants speak a foreign language comprised of beeps, chirps, and chimes. Luckily through some mysterious force I learned the language. For instance:
  1. My front loading washer chimes, which means, "I live to serve and to wash, see the cycle start."
  2. My coffee pot beeps. It means, "Come oh Queen of caffeine, and partake."
  3. One of my smoke detectors chirps at 2:00 a.m. Which translates, "gasp, I... have... dire... need... of... fresh.... batteries. But because of clever engineering it will take you 30 minutes to locate the chirp to the exact detector, ha ha."
  4. My computer chimes a, "Well hello, happy to see you, but I'll load extra slowly because I'm mad about how full the hard drive is."
  5. My dishwasher chirps, "Washing, AGAIN already."
  6. My husband's blue tooth headset suffers insomnia and anxiety. Its chirp at 2:00 a.m. means, "Ummm, guys, I'm here- it's dark- do you need me- for anything?"
  7. My stove beeps a manly message, "In case your sense of smell is broken the cookies are about to burn."
  8. Inexplicably our car, concerned that we don't understand the function of turning the key, says with its chime, "Hi, you just activated the vehicle."
  9. Our doorbell, though muffled by my husband, bravely chimes, "Neighbor kids want to know if your kids are allowed out yet?"
  10. Our alarm clock beeps a happy, "I know you are not planning on getting up but the 2 year old is so fun to play with, and he set me to go off at 4:00 a.m."
  11. My cell phone chime means, "The kids want to know if they can watch a movie?"
  12. The cordless phone-locater beeps the following, "We both know you left the handset on the dryer but we'll go through this charade of listening for location anyway."
  13. My son's cell phone chimes a lonely, "I've been left in his dirty jean's pocket on his bedroom floor again- so you won't be able to reach him until he gets home."
What do your servants tell you?


Linked to Thursday 13.

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Broken Windows Theory

by Rieshy


I read in The Tipping Point, by Malcom Gladwell-

"Wilson and Kelling argued that crime is the inevitable result of disorder. If a window is broken and left unrepaired, people walking by will conclude that no one cares and no one is in charge. Soon, more windows will be broken, and the sense of anarchy will spread from the building to the street on which it faces, sending a signal that anything goes....

This is an epidemic theory of crime. It says that crime is contagious-just as a fashion trend is contagious- that it can start with a broken window and spread to an entire community."

Mother's have known about this phenomena for centuries. Go ahead test it in your home.
  • Leave a few dirty dishes out overnight in the den.
  • Leave an open bag of candy in a room where food is not generally allowed.
  • Leave mail and paperwork out on a table.
  • Fill your sofa with unsorted laundry.
Then stand back and watch your otherwise well-trained children suddenly forget how to load the dishwasher. Watch them sneak candy, leave papers all over the house, start discarding dirty socks willy nilly and generally rolling on the floor with the dogs.

O.k. so maybe this is just my house. However, when I read this section out of The Tipping Point it vindicated what I've noticed in my personal microcosm; if I can maintain a certain level of order and beauty in my house, then my "people" are helpful and respectful of the environment. It's the "The Power Of Context."

Or perhaps it's even an older idea to be put into concrete everyday practice, "Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things." Philippians 4:8

After all, in Scripture thought is always presupposed to be followed by actions.







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Mister Man

February 1, 2010 by Rieshy


Mister Man, my littlest man, cranky with a cold.
Clingy, needy, tiring.

Mister Man, my littlest man, what do you do?


Mister man, my littlest man, cranky with your cold,
germy, drooling, snacking.

Mister man, my littlest man, how far can you lick?


Mister man, my littlest man, cranky with your cold,
finished, unobserved? Oh!

Hi, Momma.



Anybody want some left-over peanut butter?



This post is part of Steady Mom's 30 minute challenge; it clocks in at 30 minutes.
It's great when blogging about things helps you keep your sense of humor, check out Tuesdsay Unwrapped for other posts that share the art of breathing and enjoying.

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