26 July 2015

Overheard

Noise.

"Ouch! I'm telling Mom!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Moooooom! Grace is gonna tell on me!"


The guilty parties.

16 June 2015

Wordy Post

If pictures are worth a thousand words, that is.









09 June 2015

Some Some Summertime

It is summer time. After extensive analysis, I decided that my least favorite thing about summer is feeling like a short order cook day after day at lunch time. So I am taking charge this year by making a list of what we will have for lunch each day by category, as follows:

Monday: Sandwiches

Tuesday:  Pot luck at the park with friends

Wednesday: Noodles (spaghetti, ramen, mac n cheese, etc.)

Thursday: Eggs based

Friday: some sort of Salad, green or other

This simple list is a departure from my norm. Usually I make a detailed summer weekly schedule, which I follow religiously for a week or two, until I get sick of harping on the kids to do their "school books." Then we just read, and read, then read some more in the early parts of the day, and watch screens or play outside in the later part of the day. Occasionally we go to the city pool.


Usually, all summer my kids go to bed late, and I feel that I don't accomplish anything of significance. I settle deeper into frustration as the months progress until sometime in August, after school starts. I wake up one day from a fog of unproductivity and say, "Oh, this is what it is like to have sanity in my life again." I should probably feel guilty about it. Letting go of my usual controlling coping strategy this summer seems to have helped me relax a little. I am starting to enjoy these little people who are in my house before they become those mysterious teenagers everyone talks about so much.

This summer also differs because my older kids are starting to act older. They are more self sufficient, and more capable. It is simultaneously delightful and nerve wracking.  How can they grow up so quickly? I feel like I have already missed things I should have treasured more. The words to end this post just won't come. It is like I can't let go of thoughts of enjoying my children in any satisfactory way. I wonder what this means? I guess child rearing is more of a process than an event.

13 April 2015

MFEO

The other day I was complaining to Alex about how crazy I feel all the time right now. Sometimes I just want to feel normal, you know?

He said, "Honey, You're not normal. And that's okay."

He is exactly what I need.

12 February 2015

The Bright Side

Lately I have been on a quest to let go of being judgmental. (By lately I mean basically since my early twenties when I noticed how judgmental I was)  In my search, I found this lovely article, which I would like to share:

How to be NonJudgmental

I have taped it to my bathroom wall, so I may review it regularly.

Additionally, I was perusing positive thinking books on Amazon. I have not actually committed to buying one yet, but something amused me, and I have to share. Have you ever looked at positive thinking book reviews? They are overwhelmingly positive. 


09 February 2015

Note to Self on New Baby Depression Failsafes

This post is in case I get low again after the next baby to help me remember my failsafes.

Plan the Food, Assert its Goodness 
 I find a huge amount of joy and satisfaction in planning, preparing, and eating a delicious meal. I also love trying new recipes, whether from Pinterest or my food magazines. Sometimes my children try to rob me of my joy by complaining. My husband refrains from complaint even when I cook something so revolting that I decide to throw away the rest of the pan. It is a privilege to be the wife of such a man. So when the kids start in on my delicious home cooked meals I just tell them loudly what I want to hear. "Mom, thank you for all of your hard work making this meal! You're welcome my beautiful, grateful, kind children." They usually get the hint.


Clean
A house does not have be immaculate and sparkling all the time. Cleaning is the area in which I struggle the most. However, from being around various women who have clean houses, and observing what they do, I have realized that, like cooking, it is a skill that can be mastered through hard work and habit. It takes me about 10 minutes to just pick up the floor of the family room. I do not straighten, vacuum, dust, and put everything away every day. But I have noticed a significant psychological improvement in my state of mind and that of my husband if there is a basic semblance of sanity when he gets home from work.


Stock the Kitchen
Sometimes when I have a baby, I do not have time to cook elaborate meals for myself or my family. We all have to eat anyway. I need to keep bread, milk, eggs, and especially fruit and vegetables on hand so that we can all eat every day. If I have to buy pre-packaged baby food rather than making my own in my blender, so be it. Conveniences are there to help us when we are overwhelmed, and we should take advantage of them.


Exercise
Last year I made a psychological breakthrough in the area of exercise. I used to try to exercise in a significant way two to three times a week. That meant if I missed session of exercise, I only got once or twice a week, and it was very easy to let go of good habits. When I worried about my fourth baby coming out ginormous, I decided to walk every day except Tuesday. This made a huge difference in my way of thinking about exercise. If I missed a day it didn't matter, because tomorrow was another day. I always felt capable of exercising because walking for short periods of time was so easy. Changing my thinking about exercise enabled me to form and keep a habit with a little bit of work instead of a lot.  

Think Positively
I have a problem with negative thinking. It has been so bad at times that I thought, "I need to find a book about Stopping Negative Thinking." I later realized such a book would be called a book about positive thinking. Duh. It has been a long time coming, but I am finally forming thought habits of looking for good, refraining from criticism, and allowing others such as my husband and children, to make their own choices instead of trying to control them. 

Reach Out
Talking to other adult females during the day lifts my spirits considerably. I realized how true this was one day when my lunch pals and I had an extensive discussion about socks and the folding thereof. It didn't matter that we were talking about socks. Talking to them made me feel better, and it is okay if I have to call or text three or four people before someone is available to talk or play. Someone else might need to talk, too, so I should reach out.

Be Mindful
This is a technique I use to fight anxiety and depression. I focus on the moment I am in. I focus on what I see, what I hear, what I smell, what I physically touch. This has been the single most helpful parenting and life in general technique I have found. So many times in the past I have put my children off because I was blogging, addicted to my phone or email, busy cooking, or really just busy off in my mind thinking about things that are totally out of my control. Yoga helps it. Exercise helps it. Cooking and quilting help it. When I am able to focus the full power of my mind on the present moment, my quality of life significantly improves.  I can celebrate those beautiful little moments of parenthood the way I have always wanted to when I am mindful.

So there you go, self. Now, don't forget like you did with the caramel tips you blogged and then forgot to review before you made caramel (and overcooked it) again the next Christmas. There are lots of coping strategies for blues. Use them! 

07 December 2014

Merry Christmas 2014


Dear Friends and Family,

We hope that 2014 (pronounced twenty-fourteen) was as good to you as it was to us. This year, Alex's attempts at Christmas lights resulted in a masterfully crafted cartographic masterpiece. . . made with masterfulness. Visitors who come to enjoy the amazing light displays next door and down the street from our house have been very grateful for the solitary lighted arrow that we provided to help guide them westward and keep them on the road.

This year, Jenny had an entire human being pass through her digestive system. . . well. . . next to it, anyway. Jenny's garden produced a very large pumpkin weighing more than all of our kids, and only took a few months to do it. The garden had no epidural, no pitocin, no whining, no midnight snacks, no strange cravings, no swearing at its husband, no labor. Nothing! Plus, it was almost free. Take an example from that garden, ladies! Jenny also completed a drawing class at the University, and finished eight quilts! Eight! Take that Pinterest! Jenny For The WIN! Jenny also was forced out of her usual gig writing the Christmas letter. Hopefully, that's apparent at this point.

Alex discovered a secret love for Chinese trampoline fighting, and has joined an underground circuit that flourishes in the seedy underbelly of Toquerville. You should SEE the costumes! On a side note, his injuries require major donations from everyone he loves via kickstarter. We are not making this up. (Jenny's note: Alex is completely making this up.) Think Lucha Libre with less gravity, less fabric, and more MSG. Alex continues to teach Photography at DSU during the day, which means that somewhere out there, there could be young people with bits of his philosophy attached. Yeesh. Alex is building another R2-D2, because STAR WARS, and he finally got his shop organized over spring break. . . which took three solid days.

Grace is still learning Spanish. Also, she decorated her own room, which greatly complicated our ability to comply with local zoning laws, and required several conditional use permits before it was legal to enter without proper safety gear. Grace has an odd obsession with Jean Claude Van Damme, which makes us wonder what exactly the school is showing for those perfect reader movie nights.

Henry also began learning Spanish this year, and he found pokemon', digimon', and reggae mon! We discovered that all of our children somehow voted in Chicago in 2012, and Henry was apparently elected to some smallish post in Thailand.

Scott hasn't had a date since he was two, so he's been pining away a little for the ladies, but luckily has set his sights on stealing Jenny away from Alex. He's so much happier when he has a goal. Sometimes, we wake up to find him just standing on Daddy's side of the bed, staring, and muttering to himself. So cute.

“Little” Kaleb (I use the quotes, because he is not, in fact, little) was born on Star Wars day at 9 lbs 10 oz, but hasn't shown much ambition since. He's attempted to ingest bits of the Christmas tree but he can't be bothered to get off his rear end and work for what he wants yet. He never talks to the other kids, just sucks on their faces when they pass within his little orbit. He'll sometimes make rude noises and then just smile. We'll start working on social skills soon.

We hope the coming year brings as much joy as any year may in which a Star Wars film is released.
 
Love to you all, from the Chamberlains

PS Jenny promises to write or edit more heavy handedly next year.