Wordless Wednesday

Before buzzer #4

After

How "normal" am I?

You Are 60% Normal

Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal You're like most people most of the time But you've got those quirks that make you endearing You're unique, yes... but not frighteningly so!

How Normal Are You?

Found this over at Raising Comtentment

Fresh water

I'm just back from a weekend at a women's retreat.

I feel like I just got some callouses scrubbed off my heart and it is raw and sensitive.

The idea was about our spirit.
Not the Holy Spirit, but our own personal spirit and it being wholly or partially asleep.

Then we looked at several verses that spoke of "awake, awake".

Like Isaiah 52.

How to wake your spirit?

Growing closer to and knowing God.

Knowing, like the biblical "know" . . .a very intimate way.

And God calls us . . . like a groom to a bride.
"Come away with me"

Today

Today is my husband's birthday.

He is living with peritoneal dialysis so every day that he is with us I am grateful to God. You can just see the dialysis 'hose' in his right side in this picture of him and his friend Danny (who is with us today) hanging from the tree.

We have much to celebrate today.

Lizette

Lizette is the tall girl in the middle . . . She's deaf.

When she was 8 years old and I was her teacher someone donated a hearing aid for her. She was SO excited to get it . . .and once we put it on she turned to me and started using her voice "UG BLA SAM UM TIDA".
I signed "I don't understand, I'm sorry, you need to use your sign."
She tried again voicing something and I told her she needed to sign.

At which point her smile turned up side down and she became ENRAGED! She grabbed the hearing aid from her ear and chucked it across the room . . .(she has always been and is a bit melodramatic)

You see, she thought that it would let her be a hearing person who could talk.

Her disappointment in the hearing aid, in herself was so deep . . . she refused to wear the hearing aid at all.



I saw Lizette yesterday. She is 16 now. She's talking of coming to Ensenada once she is done with school.

I remember when I first went to Rancho Sordo Mudo as a volunteer. I felt that was the place I was going to stay - God was calling me to be a permanent point in a place where the staff otherwise has a constant high turn over rate . . .

I remember that towards the end of the year the students would ask "How about you, are you coming back next year?"

I remember distinctly joking with Lizette that I was going to stay, in fact I was going to stay so long I would see her grandchildren.

Well . . . . looks like we just might see her as an adult anyway.

Wordless Wednesday

My hubby's "clean" work shirt.

Good Tuesday

Pregnancy report:

Well, days have me exhausted by 1 or 2 pm where I just long for a nap and then the rest of the evening I'm slightly nauseous, but tolerable.

Since Sunday, when Virginia told me that this was the week to register kids for school, I've been running around looking to sign my little one up for Kindergarten.

Here in Mexico Kindergarten has 3 grades, 1st grade kinder is for 3 year olds a.k.a. preschool, and you really have to pay for a private school for that one. "Public" schools usually start with 2nd grade kinder for 4 year olds and 3rd grade kinder for 5 year olds.

My little miss turns 4 in November. So with prayer we've been looking at close by schools.

I've got one advantage to enrolling her to school in that I was born in Mexico myself, but I still need to do a lot of footwork and jump through some hoops to get her "registered" and all things legal. I'm wiped out.

But, praise God, I found a school that is small and close by, even if it is 7 blocks up a steep hill.

*sigh*

Well, I guess that's one way to work off the baby fat . . .

Contests!

Another contest brought to you by 5 minutes for mom, but again, you only have until tomorrow to enter! For all us mama's to be.

She found out she was pregnant right about the same time I did. Oh, and a shout out to Charlsie too since she just found out she's expecting as well!

Like I said yesterday . . . there's something in the water . .

There is something in the water . . .

Ode to a Husband from His Pregnant Wife

posted and writen by mommy off the record

Love was…holding hands while watching a movie.
Love is… holding my hand while I’m feeling sick.

Love was… taking me out to a fancy restaurant.
Love is…taking me to my prenatal appointments.

Love was…bringing me breakfast in bed on a special occasion.
Love is… making me toast and jam every morning so I (maybe) won’t puke in the toilet.

Love was…picking me a flower.
Love is…picking me up from work every day to have lunch with me.

Love was… making me a special dinner.
Love is…making me and Little Guy dinner every night because it makes me sick to open the refrigerator.

Love was…putting down the toilet seat.
Love is… doing all the laundry and the cleaning and grocery shopping - and when I say all, I mean all – because you’d rather let me rest.

Love was…sleeping in together on the weekends.
Love is…waking up early on the weekends with Little Guy so I can sleep in.

Love was… telling me that you love me.
Love is…showing me that you love me.

Love is… stepping up and being there and never telling me to suck it up. And keeping me sane and making me feel not alone.

Love was…being a friend.
Love is…also being a partner.


Yes, folks, we are expecting baby #3, and I thank Mommy off the record for letting me post her Ode . . . seems there are a lot of pregnant blogging friends out there . . . so there are a bunch of hubbies of pregnant bloggers . . . THANK YOU!

And the winner is . . . .

I wrote of my friend Karen and her surprise pregnancy . . . . a bit after the reality of it all settled in she wrote me this:

Ok, here's what I think happened.

You have a 20 percent chance of getting pregnant while breastfeeding exclusively and I was breastfeeding exclusively.

Then I got a period and counted ALL the possible days that we could get pregnant and we used protection.

With that method there is a 10 percent chance of getting pregnant.

Well, when they did the ultrasound it looked like the baby was a week smaller than according to my last, and only, period.

So I figured I ovulated a week late which threw the whole counting days off and the 10 percent chance fell on us.

If I could be so frank as to say we didn't even tango 10 times since N was born so a 1 in 10 chance of getting pregnant isn't even close, I would guess at the very least 1 in 100.

Basically I guess the Lord decided I was to get pregnant NOW.

My mother in law still doesn't believe it is possible to get pregnant while breastfeeding! It seems like fertility runs in my family. I told [my hubby] after this one is born he's not touching me for 3 years!

I say it's time to buy a lotto ticket!

Smooch!

A favorit song of mine.

I seek you
with fire in my heart

receive my worship

I long for you
I need you
I love you
more than my being

I'm blushing.

You know the Bible 100%!

Wow! You are awesome! You are a true Biblical scholar, not just a hearer but a personal reader! The books, the characters, the events, the verses - you know it all! You are fantastic!

Ultimate Bible Quiz
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I guess I should know my Bible considering my 'job'.

Um, to be fair some of the questions were "gimmies" for example here's a real question off the quiz:

"In Jesus' parable, who stopped to help a man in need?"

- Donald Trump

- Donald Duck

- Don Knotts

- a Samaritan

Ugh

First . . . hurry over to 5 minuets for mom if you haven't already to enter into a contest for cute jewelry . . . it's painless I promise, just a taste of the Blog party to come . . .but you only have until tomorrow (Sunday) to enter.

Back? OK

One of the worse things that I've experienced as a mother is being dawg-sick at the same time as my kids.

This is complicated, of course, by my hubby living with peritoneal dialysis - so he has to be hooked up to a machine for 10 hours every night. He has a 20 foot "tether" we call it, so he is able to go to the bathroom . . . but it isn't enough to reach the children in the middle of the night. Night time vigil is mommy duty.

Also into this equation is that both my kids are prone to croup. My little boy, much more so. It makes it difficult for him to breath laying down. Besides he is a thumb sucker and when he's all stuffed up like that he also struggles to suck on his thumb and breath . . . . you know, just a lot of not fun stuff.

So what started out as a cold for me and my boy is now croup for him and sleepless nights/regular busy but miserable plus sinus days for mommy. *Ugh* Notice the bag under my eyes, and cotton balls up my nostrils to control drips.

Dishes are piling up, laundry was started by my hubby this morning as he (BLESS YOU DEAR!) took our daughter with him to do errands, but I am not looking forward to hanging the clothes on the line, much less taking them down and putting them away

For now . . . . little boy is napping. It hurts to much for me to lay down and sleep (sinuses) so I'll blog.

Rita's welcome-baby shower.

This will not interest you if your not into:
- deaf culture
- baby showers

- these people personally
The guest of honor:
Mostly this is for Yesenia who couldn't actually make it to Rita's welcome-baby shower because her own two boys (out of three) where sick. *We missed ya!*

Virginia is holding the almost-two-month old baby we welcomed today, and you will see a sort of "spanglish" signed with both ASL and Mexican Sign Language.

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This was a SMALL event. Both Rita and Virginia grew up going to Rancho Sordo Mudo where they teach a sort of ASL, I guess that would be their 'first' language. Next to sleeping beauty you see her brother. It is my opinion that they look exactly alike!

Oh, and even though both their parents are deaf, both these kids are 100% hearing, in case you were wondering.