When It Rains, It Pours . . .

. . . today, both literally and figuratively.  We are getting a bit of much needed rain in southern California and I'm completely feeling the effects of sickness that has hit me and my kids.  We have had some kind of virus (or two) circulating through the house for about 4 weeks now that started with flu-like symptoms, namely vomiting, and now a nasty cold accompanied by fever.  The last 3 days, 3 of the 5 kids and I have all been sick.  There are so many things I love about having a big family, and I definitely think the benefits outweigh the negatives, but any kind of sickness is a definite challenge to the bigger family.  It usually makes it rounds with each of the children and many times the parents, as well.  It takes longer to get out of the house.  And the energy necessary to go through this situation can be monumental, at times.  These are a few of my reflections at times like this.  

1.  I have to take the day one step at a time.  I have all sorts of things I want to accomplish, even on days when half the kids are sick, but it doesn't always happen "right now".  Sometimes it is interrupted by finding the 2-year-old in the bathroom having taken off her poopy diaper and attempting to be helpful by wiping the poop out of the diaper into the toilet with toilet paper (this is true and just happened yesterday); 20 minutes later, after an impromptu bath, new diaper, and outfit, I can finally get back to whatever it was that I was trying to do.  I just have to take a deep breath and realize that the laundry and dishes will get done . . . eventually, and that is okay.

2.  When the baby is sick and cries, drop everything and hold her.  The one language a baby understands fully is love and when Dakota needs me, I have to make it a priority, no matter what.  I have a sore back right now from having held her so often in the last few days, but it is worth it knowing that I can give my baby comfort, love, and security when she desperately needs it.  Plus, years from now she will not need or depend on me in this way, so I should enjoy this stage that is so fleeting while it lasts.

3.  My body is capable of more than I think it is.  Even when I have been woken up 5 of 6 times a night for 3 night in a row, I can still do what I need to do to make it through the day.  I may not be at my absolute best, but as long as the kids are safe, clean, taken care of, and do what they need to do that day, then it is still a success.  

4.  I am learning, more and more, to accept help when it is offered.  When I came down with this nasty cold a few nights ago, I mentioned it to my parents and the next day my dad was over with soups, mac n' cheese for the kids, and ginger ale.  I am so thankful to have parents close by that step in and help, especially when I'm feeling rotten.  The next day, he showed up again with a few "extra's " from Costco that he knew I could use and dropped them off.  Then, he ran up to the school and picked up Isabella from school so that I would be able to keep the sick ones at home resting.  More than one friend has called in the last couple of days as well to offer help, as well.  Even if it doesn't fit into my schedule or I already have what I need right then, it is so touching and meaningful to receive an offer of help and an encouraging word (Thanks Laura and Carla!)


5.  I try to keep the end in sight and know that this too shall pass.  


6.  God's grace is sufficient for me at all times.  He gives me what I need to get through tough times and gives me stores of energy and resiliency that I didn't think I possessed.  And in the end, that is what will get me through until tomorrow.

Fun, Affordable Lunch Boxes

 

From time to time when I'm reading one of my ladies' magazines, I see products touted for being eco-friendly and reusable.  Kid's lunchboxes are one of these times, but many times the product mentioned is so far out of my price range that I would never even consider buying it for my child.  As you can see above, though, we have several retro-style lunch boxes at our house, some more used than others.  These boxes are big enough to hold my child's school lunch, are easy to clean out when they get messy, are cute, and, best of all, are affordable.  We first saw these when we were shopping at Party City for daughter #2's party supplies for her birthday.  When she saw the Hello Kitty! lunchbox, she asked for it and I bought it as one of her birthday presents.  Recently, daughters #1 and #2 thought that their 2-year-old lunchboxes were rather worn and sratched-up, so they bought new ones with their own spending money.  #3's box is still in good shape, and #4 and #5 will get to use the old ones in the play kitchen as they get older.  

Almost all of these lunchboxes, found at Party City, cost about $6.99.  There is quite a good selection for both boys and girls, toddler-themed through elementary-age themes.  Most all the boxes are made by the Tin Box Company, with the exception of Hello Kitty! by Sanrio.  On the recent purchases, I was voting for a couple of the non-character themed boxes (the glamour girl one with heels, necklaces, sunglasses, and lipstick; and the pink outdoor-themed one with butterflies and flowers), but I was vetoed which is perfectly fine.  They were able to spend their own money and have their own choice.  Kids don't get that many choices, compared with adults, so it is fun to see the girls express themselves by making their own choice with something fun like a lunchbox.  We ended up with Minnie Mouse andHello Kitty! ( yet another) lunchboxes, much to everyone's satisfaction. 

The Young Victoria

This morning, I want to take a few minutes to gush about a movie I watched on Netflix on Friday night.  I love period pieces, stories about the monarchy and all other classes of people during centuries past, movies with ornate costumes and pretty settings, etc.  So, when I was thinking about watching The Young Victoria (2009) on Netflix instant play, I was hoping to see all of the above.  This movie definitely did not disappoint and, for me, exceeded expectations.  The story line follows the path Victoria (the longest reigning British monarch to date) took as a young person to being queen of England, showing the many challenges a young person would face being thrust into such a position of responsibility at a rather young age.  Victoria is played by Emily Blunt (The Devil Wears Prada)  who is herself, British.  I know many American actresses have done successful British accents and played a part very convincingly (e.g. Gwyneth Paltrow in Emma, which I love), but it seems that Blunt is able to play this part with an ease that comes from having grown up in England and understanding a culture with a monarchy from the first-hand perspective.  Rupert Friend (Pride and Prejudice -2005) as Prince Albert is perfectly cast in his role as Victoria's cousin, suitor, and great love of her life.  The historical fascination (which may not be entirely accurate) and glories of the period piece aside, this movie pleasantly surprises by delivering a very moving love story that is not over-romanticized, but rather overcomes many odds to become a successful partnership.  The love scenes (between the married monarchs) are very tastefully done and very much PG, leaving most everything to the imagination - I find this in and of itself, very refreshing.  I heartily recommend this movie if you are looking for an enjoyable evening in at home and want to be left uplifted (and maybe a tear or two in your eye, as well).

http://www.theyoungvictoriamovie.com/

My rating for the The Young Victoria:  ☺☺☺☺☺

(on a scale of 1-5)

News Flash: Case of the Missing Sunglasses is Closed!

Mystery is solved, but not by me.  Glasses were found at dentists' office in play room more than  day later.  Returned by an angel, perhaps?  2-year-old is very happy that "bye-bye" glasses are now found.  Have been granted small miracle that I requested.  God cares about the little things! 

Livia, today, sporting the newly found Dora sunglasses.

Pommes Frites, On a Whim

Yesterday, Arianna and I made French fries for lunch, home-made French fries, not the prepared kind in the frozen section of the grocery store.  While I was looking through the French cookbook and thinking about making French bread, which incidentally I decided to put off until another day when I had more time, I ran across the recipe for pommes frites.  Given that my fridge was looking rather bare, but I had a big bag of potatoes, this sounded rather appetizing.  Not to mention, that once in a while I get a real hankering for something hot, greasy, and salty and this fit the bill.  I peeled, sliced up, and plunged the potatoes into cold water.  Then, Arianna dried them off for me, and I fried them up in hot canola oil. 

For my part, I really ended up enjoying my very unhealthy indulgence, but Arianna, not so much.  Apparently, she likes the shoestring, super crispy fries that are found at McDonalds's (which I also enjoy from time to time), but I thought the home-made version had a nice fresh quality to it and the potatoes were surprisingly sweet, even when fried.  

When Augustus arrived home from work and decided that hamburgers were on the menu for dinner, I offered up another batch of pommes frites as my contribution to dinner. His Kalamata olive burgers were perfectly complemented by my fries and the kids gave a resounding thumbs up for Mommy and Papi's restaurant fare done at home. 

A Crime of Fashion

I certainly don't claim to be a fashionista, so I guess it should have come as no surprise to me when I opened October's Ladies' Home Journal to a section entitled, "From The Files Of The Fashion Police", where it quotes both Tim Gunn (Project Runway) and Clinton Kelly (What Not to Wear) sharing their takes on the worst style crimes.  Well, lo and behold, Tim Gunn says concerning Crocs: "I can't imagine a more aesthetically offensive item of footwear.  That little strap!  I shudder."  It would seem that, I, a stay-at-home Mom whose primary fashion concern is comfort, at least most days, have committed a rather egregious fashion mistake.  I shudder to even think of what Clint and Stacy would say if they had a look inside my closet.  Oh well (as my 2-year-old would say)!  I think the Crocs are here to stay for the present, and I'm not going to apologize for it.  Even the First Lady has a teal pair of Crocs that she wears out in public and she is an up-and-coming fashion icon, it would seem.  So it would seem that I'm in good company, after all.    

The Case of the Lost Sunglasses

Livia and a different pair of sunglasses when she was only 9 months old.

Many times, my day will start off ho-hum and things will just go uphill from there and my day will end great!  Funny how this morning was just the opposite.  It started off for me at 5:15 a.m. when I rolled out of bed, managed to make it to the kitchen and throw together a batch of oatmeal chocolate chunk muffins, get the kids dressed and ready to go, and have everyone in the van at 6:55 a.m.  We headed off to the dentist, 15 miles away in Encinitas, so that Isabella could have a cavity filled.  As we were driving along on our merry way, I was thinking how nice it was to start off the morning so wonderfully!  I had somehow managed to have a smoothly running morning, get 5 kids out the door and on their way an hour earlier than usual, no major fights or breakdowns had taken place prior to leaving, everyone was fed, and we were going to arrive to the dentist office ahead of time.  Not bad.  Once we arrived, everything went as planned.  The girls began to play on the indoor playhouse (thank goodness for a great pediatric dentist!), Isabella went back to the exam room and got set up with the nitrous oxide and her movie, and the dentist got to work.  I was hoping for everything to go quickly because we needed to make it 25 minutes back to Escondido and get Isabella back in school so that we could run Arianna to gymnastics by 10:00 a.m.  As we waited, I did the girls' hair in the waiting room (always a great place to beautify your daughters when running short on time), they played, and we made a bathroom trip.  It seemed like no time at all and Isabella was done, I had paid, it was only 8:45 (perfect timing!), and we were ready to go. 

Then, disaster struck!  We began to gather all our belongings and the girls gathered up their brand new sunglasses that their uncle had sent to them and had arrived in the mail the night before.  Only to find that Livia's darling lilac Dora the Explorer sunglasses were no where to be found.  I had seen them not that long before and was sure they were either in the stroller or the playhouse.  We checked every couch we had sat on, the playhouse a minimum of 4 times, the entire area on the floor, the bathroom, and the examination room to no avail.  We even thought maybe another little girl that had been in earlier might have accidentally picked them up and we asked the receptionist to keep her eye out for them.  In the end, after now running short on time, we had to leave without them, tell Livia that her glasses had gone "bye-bye", and head off to school.  

Now, logically, I know that this pair of sunglasses was only an object, a "thing", that could be replaced and doesn't hold a lot of actual value in this world.  But, emotionally I just wasn't feeling that.  I'm not an obsessive-compulsive person, but I was definitely having an OCD moment.  I was frantic in my search for these glasses and as I drove the kids on our way, it was all I could think about despite the many other peripheral conversations that I was holding simultaneously with the kids and the low murmur of the radio in the background.  I wonder sometimes why I have such dificulty letting these seemingly "little" things go.  In this case, I guess it really comes back to relationships, something that does hold real value to me.  I felt horribly when thinking of my brother, that this cute gift from him was so quickly lost.  I felt badly for Livia thinking that she might be very upset later on when she realized that they were missing.  And, I felt badly about the decision I made as a mom to let her bring the glasses along in the first place, knowing that 2-year-olds can easily misplace items.  Sometimes I'm very emotionally drawn into a situation - the lump-in-my-throat, knot-in-my-stomach kind of feeling - and wonder if it is to my detriment.  But, to feel is to be human; I wouldn't exchange that for a cold passivity in viewing the world go by me in a detached way.

All in all, the rest of the scheduled time panned out fairly well in the end.  Isabella was delivered tired and not feeling her best to school for which I also felt sad, but I thought she needed to be there despite recovering from her dental work.  Arianna arrived at gymnastics at 10:00 a.m. on the dot, Selah was delivered to school by Grandma on time at 11:15, and #3, #4, #5, and I all made it back home for lunch by 11:45.  Not a bad morning, all in all.  The lovely euphoria of the morning was unrecoverable, but after laughing at the antics of a very silly puppy and hilarious toddler (accompanied by a release of endorphins, no doubt), I felt that the day could be salvaged.  And, I'm still praying to God for a small miracle - that the purple Dora sunglasses will make an appearance in the dentist's office by day's end.