Eden's 8!

Eight years ago today, I came home from the hospital following Eden's birth. Which means that this past weekend we celebrated EIGHT years of Eden's life!  Blogging slacker that I am, I somehow manage to at least give the kids a blog on their birthdays!  The weekend began with a slumber party.  I can think of about a million things I'd rather do than host slumber parties, but its a small price to pay to see my kids have such fun.  Eden and her friends danced and danced, and when I thought I'd heard enough music and smelled enough perfume, we loaded up in the van and went to the park.  Everyone came home thoroughly dirty and exhausted. Showers, a movie, ice cream, and sleepbags on the floor rounded out the evening.

Saturday was Eden's day.  She took full advantage of it by starting most sentences with, "since today's my birthday can i..."?  After a much needed nap, we loaded up to take the party to Uncle Dougie's house.  Luke was in to help Doug work on the roof, so they watched the party from up there, but the rest of us had a glorious evening watching the kids play in Doug and Virginia's back yard.  I think I was more excited than she was for present opening because I was so excited to see her face when she opened her present.  With six kids, its impossible that any one kid gets an expensive electronic (or even non electronic) gadget. Plus, I'm just not into kids having their noses in a screen all day.   Cana bought her own IPOD touch.  They all share the Wii, and the time spent on both of those is pretty limited.  All Eden has wanted for birthdays and Christmas for the past two years is a Nintendo DS.   I have looked at them, and I knew there was no way I could ever spend that much on just one kid.  Again this year, it was her only request.  So, I began looking on ebay, and I finally found one that was reasonably priced and like new!  And it was PINK...Eden's favorite color!   It came in the mail a week before her birthday, and I was just giddy all week thinking of how excited she would be.  And excited she was...

And now to boast on Eden, my little Edie Beetle.   Eden is a spitfire of a girl who doesn't have much fear or inhibition at all.  Being the personality I am, I sometimes try to curb that temperment in her, but I also am beginning to see that she will get things, know people, and experience things in life that I probably never will because she's not afraid to ask questions.  She doesn't fear rejection or being told no.  She is bold and full of courage.  Eden is as compassionate as she is bold, and has a tender heart especially for animals and children (and men over 60, but thats another story).  She can spend hours creating games for her younger siblings, and is very creative.  What Eden lacks in size she makes up for in personality and love for people. I am thankful for her life and for God's gifts in her. 

Happy Birthday Eden!! 

Placenta Tree

The inspiration for my next tattoo has been the "placenta" tree that grows across the road from my house.  I have been fascinated with this tree for six years and have never seen another that so closely resembles the "tree of life" that is found on the inside of a placenta.  My original plan was to get the tattoo before I was pregnant with Nadia.  My sister in law drew some tattoo ideas for me, and I ended up pregnant sooner than I thought and had to postpone the tattoo.

Plan B was to make a print of my real placenta after Nadia was born and then get a tattoo of my placenta print.  I had photographed my friend Brandy's placenta when her son was born in 2006, so I knew what a perfect tree of life could be found on the inside.  I studied how to make the perfect print of my own placenta.

However, after Nadia was born, my placenta was less than ideal.  It was shredded and had to be fished out of me in pieces with extra large tweezer-looking things.  Thankfully it sustained Nadia's life, but there was no way it would make a good print for a tattoo!

My placenta after Reuben was a bit "old" to make a good print, and while I planned to keep it to plant it or dehydrate it, it somehow came up missing from my refrigerator.  (Could that be b/c I have a husband who LOVES to throw things away???)  So now I'm back to plan A of using the inspiration of my neighboring "placenta" tree and Rachel's creativity to come up with a tattoo design.  The tree of life on the inside of a placenta is one of the most marvelous mysteries of God.  I have tree of life shirts, earrings, pictures, necklaces, but I do believe it needs to be a permanent mark on my body.  To me it represents the miracle of birth and the truly miraculous design of God.  

 

Time

  

Time just doesn't stop.  How has it been two months since I "blogged"?  And how has it been one YEAR since little Reuben was born?  Wow.  And I FORGOT to blog on his birthday.  That mistake is almost unforgivable! 

Reuben is as pleasant as they come...content to follow his older two sisters around and grunt out the window at the dogs.   He crawls at lightening speed but hasn't fully committed to walking yet.  He says "nite nite", "mama", "dada", and his favorite word   of  ..."ugh".  I can't imagine life without my baby boy.

And now as time is flying by more quickly than my mind can comprehend, I find myself in the middle of a transition period.  I have been pregnant or with a baby for the past twelve years.  That season of my life is done, and I am looking forward to the next season with great anticipation.  I will miss being pregnant, but I have been blessed more than I could have ever imagined, and I intend to make the most of these "growing up" years, for they too will be gone before I know it.

Happy 1st Birthday Reuben Matthias!

Photo Update

i always hate to overload my facebook friends with a million pictures of my family, so here are a few "extras" for my "inner circle"! 



           little lamb happily walking up the aisle at church...

                the other little lamb remained in the hallway...

                judah disappeared shortly after opening this gift...

     beautiful cana...waiting patiently as the last in line to open a gift...

                                thrilled with her new school clothes...

                lily's christmas at uncle dustin and auntie jessie's

                                taking in all the action...

                                   nadia and marybell...

           picture time that begins at bedtime.  always an adventure...

                       christmas morning in her new pajama pants...

                                saying "thank you" for the new book...

                                 thanks but no thanks...

                                hugs and kisses all around...

                                 sitting with daddy like a big boy...

2010 Highlights

I did not properly say good-bye to 2010, so let me say HELLO 2011! 

2010 Highlights  (mostly in chronological order...not order of importance)
--LOST nights
--watching kids at dance and gymnastics
--fabulous homeschool evaluations and test results
--refinancing to 15 year loan and saving $48k in interest
--REUBEN'S BIRTH!!!!  one of the most amazing experiences of my life!
--the personality test craze
--laura's visit
--finishing the girls room in the basement
--KayCee's graduation
--trip to beach with Ma Barbie & Scot
--roadtrip with kids to see Uncle Luke & Auntie Rachel
--girls weekend in maryland
--mountaineer football games
--kids playing soccer
--week in the hills with family
--thanksgiving dinner
--saturday nights
--birthday weekend in oklahoma
--learning that i will have a new niece/nephew in august
--christmas with family
--doug and virginia moving home
--evenings home with dustin & the kids

it was a good year...

Yay! Its Christmas!

I have friends and acquaintances who in different ways say they hate Christmas!  I just can not fathom hating Christmas!!  They say its the consumerism, the greed, the lost meaning, the effect a broken family has on the day, the way its overdone and over-emphasized...all probably on a day that isn't even Jesus' birthday!  I hear and read all the arguments, but I can not be convinced that Christmas is horrible. Go ahead and hate the way its become a retail store's way of survival.  Hate the way we clamor like idiots to get the biggest and best present.  Hate divorce and what it does to a familiy.  But, for the love of pete, don't hate Christmas!!  As long as I can remember I've waited for the 24th and 25th of December in anticipation.  Its time we remember the birth of the Christ, whether he was born in December or August.  There is something just magical in thinking about that split second it takes a baby to cross from womb to open air and  how,  in that small fraction of timem, our Redeemer entered this world--fulfilling prophesies, changing lives, and setting into motion God's plan of freedom from Adam's curse.  Imagine how long some read the scriptures and the prophesies and waited...and died waiting.  Every generation had those seeking the Messiah, waiting for his birth, and for him to bring restoration.  And while I realize the comparison is lacking, I liken it to being a child and having to wait to unwrap gifts.  They are talked about, wrapped, and under the tree.  But the wait seems like an eternity.  Obviously, no Christmas gift on earth could compare to the gift God gave to mankind, but there's no harm in celebrating.  With most the birth of most babies comes a time of giving gifts, of celebrating, and of resting, and I believe we do all these things surrounding Christmas becuase of a birth so long ago. I am nearly convinced that anyone who says they hate Christmas just does not have the eyes to see what a wonderful time it is to rest and to celebrate.  I will continue on enjoying Christmas--the family gatherings, the gifts, the cards, the celebration--choosing to remember and rejoice! 

On a Cold Minnesota Night...

Yes...it seems that I now only blog on birthdays!  At least that guarantees six blogs a year, right? 

As the blog title suggests, something very important happened on a cold Minnesota night... nine years ago.  Judah Nathanael Turner was born into this world...a chunk of a boy!  Judah was a day shy of three weeks overdue, but because I had a wonderful midwife friend, I refused to be induced.  Perhaps my dates were wrong or maybe he was just really, really comfortable.  I always say he knew the frigid Minnesota temperatures that were awaiting him outside the womb and really just wanted to stay put where it was warm until springtime. 

At 43 weeks pregnant we still did not know if Judah was a boy or a girl.  We did have an ultrasound, but they did it too early to tell the gender.  I am not one for surprises, so while the wait was hard, but in retrospect I am so glad that we did not know.  I did, however, have a hunch that he was a boy and had only boy clothes in his closet. 

My labor began at around 9:00, although I was in denial.  I was visiting Laura when I felt like I had the flu, and she called Dustin to come and get me, telling him "TAKE HER TO THE HOSPITAL".  I had a huge fear of going too early in my labor and being sent home.  So, I went home, took a shower, called my mom, and around 10:30 said we could go just to see what they said.  Upon my arrival at the hospital, the nurses discovered I was dilated to 7 cm, and the baby was well on his (or her) way.  I had great hopes that Judah would share a December 1st birthday with his great-grandpa, "Poppop", but he was still so very patient, and was not born until 12:32 AM.  I will never forget the way Dustin said, "ITS A BOY!" and the nurses took bets on his weight.  It was a fun-filled, ever so joyous night!

For nine years Judah has brought such joy and peace to me.   Those exact words were prayed/prophesied over him at 8 days old when a guest minister at our church stopped over his carseat and prayed and spoke a word from God over him.  That word has come to pass almost exactly in Judah's life.  He is such a combo of Dustin and me, he brings peace into our lives, he is not a hard boy to raise, and he follows after God with all of his heart.  As was spoken over him, the wisdom that comes from him never ceases to amaze me.  He hears God and speaks truth.    Judah is a thinker like his dad and loves life like his mom--a great combination to be! 

Happy Birthday Judah!