on being a spectacle.

For many years, decades even, my main mantra as I exit the house has been- Do Not draw attention to yourself. This includes but is not limited to: not dressing too flashy OR too dumpy. I like that sweet spot of just average enough to blend completely in. I don’t feel average on the inside, I just want to keep my hand to myself, until I choose to reveal it (that’s a poker reference. Probably. I’ve never played). I’m a secret special snowflake. That’s why I used to wear mismatched socks throughout my middle school to college years. It’s because I knew I was different and special but kept it to myself, underneath my flair jeans. (To go off on a tangent here, I’m not sure what made me quit mismatching my socks. Especially because when I joined the work force it was as an elementary school teacher, a profession in which it would be perfectly acceptable to mismatch ones socks, particularly thematically which is what I did. “Have you seen Mrs. P’s socks? Palm trees AND flamingos! She’s sooo cool!” Doing this as a high school teacher would’ve been riskier. The kids might’ve mused that I am “sad” and “use my free time to paint portraits of my cats”).

But back to the task at hand, which is letting you know, that against any desire of mine, I have become a public spectacle. My ideal scenario is as follows: I am walking by you. Your eyes glaze over me, a non entity. I barely register to you the way you would pass a telephone pole or street sign*. Now that I have added that magical 4th baby, people stop. Occasionally gawk. Maybe a titter erupts. Sometimes they call out to me from across the street- “Dang that’s a lot of kids lady!” I’m not writing this post out of anger at people commenting on the sheer volume of toddlers. I’m not offended. I’m just mad that I can’t be a lamp post anymore. To the people alarmed by me in public, I didn’t expect this either. I’m JUST as surprised as you and I live it everyday.

I feel that I have become part of some spectator sport. A three ring circus even. Should I get a top hat? “Gather round everyone, they do tricks… this one roars, and the baby has a beard!” Every time a child refuses to get up from the sidewalk- every time one of them… well it’s mostly them collapsing and refusing to move on the sidewalk. It makes me wish I had a giant broom and dustpan. And I could sweep them all up, hop in a tiny clown car (all 5 of us) and drive away. The horn would be a fart noise, just for sheets and giggles.

Remember in the Sound of Music before Maria earns the Von Trapp’s trust and those kids are being absolutely savage? Just trolling her so hard? That’s what my kids do to me on walks now.

I am no longer hidden. And not only that, but I’m helpless. I used to run a classroom, but my 4 and 2 year old have rendered me aghast. With questions racing through my head like “Why are you being so bad?” And “Why am I such an ineffective mother?” And “How do I force my children to bend to my will so everyone thinks I am amazing and not a hot mess?” I am helpless, but not hopeless. Because I am helpless before a merciful Savior.

How will I use my platform? Eyes are watching me now. Will I represent my Father well? Not all the time. I’ve been known to be self serving and petty.  I’ve also been known to give my children the lizard eye.

Romans 12:12 says Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.  And it may seem extreme to use the low level disobedience of my children as an example as tribulation, but often the repeated subversion of my authority over them makes me feel…

You guys get it.  So how do I function when walking down that sidewalk facing disobedience… again?  I can process my feelings of helplessness before a Father who looks at us and does not balk but loves us.  I can cry out for help.  Beyond that I can pray for my children’s hearts to be restored to Him.  I can hope because I believe that God is good, and though this suffering is inconvenient- it sure can be used by God for good.  I can hope because God loves my children more than I do and I can trust and implore Him on their behalf.  And then I can say “Maisy, I’m sorry I gave you the blazing lizard eye.  I lost all control when you fell to the ground in front of a neighbor and began to writhe like salted slug.  For no other reason than for that you could”

*I’m an intuitive, not a sensor.  It’s very possible that sensors are balking and thinking- “Wait, Kaley, do you not notice street signs?” and the answer is no.  Hell to the naw.  I do not know the names of any roads.  Sometimes not even the road I live on.  In my defense I’ve lived on seven different streets in the past ten years.  I’m kind of proud of how long this asterisked tangent went.

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procrastination.

Hi.  My name is Kaley.  And right now I am procrastinating.  I am procrastinating because there are, like, so many piles of laundry everywhere.  Imagine a prairie dog colony and how when the colony expands the prairie dogs must make more holes to come up for air.  The laundry in my house is much like an expanding prairie dog colony.  Piles just keep springing up.  Sometimes I call my guest room the laundry room because it is where I put clean laundry that I intend to put away, but then never do.  And sometimes when members of my family go in to the “laundry room” to find clean clothes they leave their dirty clothes in with the clean clothes and then I call that room a “Charlie Foxtrot” which is a military term that I bet you could figure out if you applied any effort at all.

I am also procrastinating because I have to finish working on my bible study which includes words in the English language that are strung together in sentences.  My eyes are bleary because Henry has a touch of the croup and my brain is making sounds that a derelict factory machine might make.  Grinding gears, squeaky wheels.  What is that phrase, the squeaky wheel gets the oil?  Did you ever wonder if the squeaky wheel just wanted a nap?

I am procrastinating because the carpet is so icky.  Having kids is icky.  In the not so distant past they got into the fire pit and colored the patio with charcoal and so now whenever anyone goes outside their feet turn black because the last time it rained in California was when the wooly mammoths were barreling around falling into tar pits.  Have you seen the news?  It’s straight fire in Cali.  And as a side note I would like to say that where I live it is not the land of fruit and nuts.  Where I live is where they grow artichokes and garlic and lettuce.  You have to go a couple hours away to get to the almond groves- so there.

I am procrastinating because I am wearing control top underwear which are very uncomfortable because my waist in so unruly and unwilling to submit to the control of the underwear.  Every time I sit down and try to concentrate I am liable to think “You know what?  I shouldn’t have eaten ______________ (just go ahead and insert everything I ate this weekend, none of which was a “healthy food” besides the avocado I added to my crispy chicken sandwich)

I am procrastinating because I stayed up late watching “Naked and Afraid” for shark week, which is when they drop you in shark infested waters.  Naked.  And you have to survive for 21 days.  And no one made clothes.  And I think my priorities would go as follows: Water.  Something to cover my lady bits.  Food, Shelter.  I SAW things they could have used.  I saw them eating coconuts ok?  Instead of laying around getting bitten by insects you could have been crafting an intricate coconut bra.  Probably they just didn’t want the stereotypical “coconut boob tanline” that every one knows you get on naked survival shows.  Don’t act like it’s too hard.  One time on Project runway they went to the dollar store with 10 bucks and then crafted COUTURE BALL GOWNS.  I’m just now realizing this is what Nick is talking about when he tells me I can’t prioritize what needs to get done.  This is why they would find a skeleton of a woman wearing a fabulous palm frond headdress.  And maybe I should be doing laundry.  Or bible study.  Or dishes.  Or carpet cleaning.  or parenting instead of writing this blog.

I’m going to do that now.

2017.

DJI_00181. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before?

I went on the 21 day fix for slightly longer than the fixes prefixed time limit of 21 days.  In that time I became pretty thin, then fell off the wagon faster than some unsecured watermelons in mid July and immediately gained back most of that weight.

Wait!  That sounds exactly like a fad diet and I HAVE done that before, so color me a two bit liar.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I didn’t make any.  This year I want to pray more for my children to conform to my will so I look better in front of my friends  to be drawn to the gospel truth.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? 

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Me!  Me!  I did!  His name is Duke.  He is chubby and dense just like me and I love him and squeeze him and he has a cute button nose, but sometimes he pinches me which is very uncool, but he’s a baby so it’s fine.

I was concerned that he might not be cute because my other children are and 4 cute children felt like tempting fate, but he is indeed very cute. The Lord Jesus gives good gifts.

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4. Did anyone close to you die? 

Yes.  My sweet friends lost their sweet baby Jack this year.  I was so glad to get to know him during his short time with us.

Psalm 147

3He heals the brokenhearted

and binds up their wounds.

4He determines the number of the stars;

he gives to all of them their names.

5Great is our Lord, and abundant in power;

his understanding is beyond measure.

5. What places did you visit? 

San Diego!! It was just as sunny and wonderfully mild as I remembered.

Hot dang right? That’s a handsome looking pizza! Just kidding, I never objectify my pizza- I ONLY respect it.

6. What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017? 

I would like my speech to be seasoned with salt and not seasoned with regret.

7. What dates from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

March 7- Baby Duke was born!  He’s so cute.

March 19- The year I did not make Nick a trifle for his birthday and he can’t let it go and keeps casually bringing it up when I least expect it, very subltey, but enough to let me know that I should have made that damn trifle and maybe bought a balloon or something.

Hey google, set a reminder for Kaley to set up gofundme page for Nick’s record breaking most bangin trifle party in the history of man kind.

This is a trifle:

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Every year Nick’s mom sends the special limey (I understand that to be a British insult) custard from the U.K. which I almost always can’t get to set correctly and if this is the worst thing Nick demands all year I should really stop complaining.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Walking again!  During my third trimester with Duke, for a myriad of reasons, I could walk nary a fifty paces.  Had someone challenged me to a duel, I would have been SOL.

9. What was your biggest failure? 

Wow.  Tough to pin this one down.  I bet if you asked Owen or Maisy they would know.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? 

Just the general aches and pains of being an unfit mother of 4!  Working out?  Ain’t nobody got time for that!

#whatsyourexcuse

This.  This is my excuse.

11. What was the best thing you bought this year?  

A pair of worn in Sperry’s at a thrift shop for 9 dollars.

12. Where did most of your money go? 

Food! Living in a touristy town is

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But look at these views Holmes-

I took that on a walk 7 minutes away from my house.

13. What did you get really excited about? Girls. Weekend.

We all met up and talked and ate and used the selfie stick and then we laughed and also had French fries. We talked about racial reconciliation, and earrings and spiritual warfare but also made a dubsmash. They are my bosom friends and I love them.

14. What song will always remind you of 2017? “Where You Are”- Moana

Consider the coconut. The WHAT?!

“Awake my Soul & Sing” -Bethany Barnard

15. Compared to this time last year, are you: – happier or sadder?

Crazier!

– thinner or fatter?

Thinner than 30 some weeks pregs. Which is like not even encouraging in any way! 💁🏻

– richer or poorer?

Richer in arrows for quiver. Poorer because #diapersforyears

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I had danced in public more. Like this lady.

I got in some sweet public dancing at the mall recently but only prancercised once or twice on my street this year and I just don’t want to hide my light under a bushel you know?! You get it.

Similarly, I wish I had danced in private more as well.

I wish I had been filmed at a live concert doing a strange dance and it was immortalized on a DVD somewhere.

17. What do you wish you’d done less of? I wish I had gotten less dental work. I thought getting a root canal would be relaxing, but there is a lot more choking on your own spit going on than what I had previously imagined.

18. How did you spend Christmas? Christmas program jokes

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STJ. Billy Graham meet up 🙌 God save the queen.

-Game of Thrones. Just everything. GOT is everything. The dragon scenes in this season were what I’ve been waiting for this entire series. Nerd out so hard.

-The Great British Baking Show. “It’s a good bake” watch this on Netflix. It’s, in a word, delightful.

Stranger Things- Because Billy.

20. What were your favorite books of the year? None Like Him- Jen Wilkin

The Heidelberg Catechism

Because He Loves Me- Elyse M Fitzpatrick

A Study in Scarlett- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Glory in the Ordinary- Courtney Reissig

Holding On to Hope- Nancy Guthrie

Walking with God through Pain and Suffering- Tim Keller

Daniel of the Bible. Lions, fiery furnaces, apocalyptic prophesy- its got everything!!

21. What was your favorite music from this year? https://youtu.be/jo0fECusCH0

Bethany Barnard (formerly Dillon) so, so deeply good.

Taylor Swift

22. What were your favorite movies of the year? Hollywood, y so much existential dread tho? Whyyyy???

Movies guaranteed not to make you want journal while Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls plays softly in the background, as follows:

The Big Sick- A must see. No really.

The Lego Batman Movie- Actually very funny.

Ok, upon deeper reflection, I think I hated almost every movie I watched this year 😳

23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? 32! I looked up from my phone on which I was googling “uterine prolapse symptoms” and realized I had turned 32.

24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurabley more satisfying? Living in Norfolk!

25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017?  Tight bottom, tight arms, loose where my torso loses all definition. Accentuate extremities ONLY! Pants must be tight enough to hold in internal organs since abdominal wall is, in a word, gone.

Still relying heavily on make up and flashy accessories to distract everyone from what I actually look like.

Got some clutch bronzer this year that took 5 lbs off of my face.

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Also, the Keurig machine.

27. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017?  That it is important to remind yourself of the grace you have received from Jesus. When you reflect on the great sacrifice He made for you, on His love, then the focus can shift off of yourself and onto His glory.

Scripture is great to pray. And meditate on. Like, kind of a duh moment but it’s been huge for me to immerse myself more.

28. Your guilty pleasure?   Candy. Chocolate candy. Donuts with sprinkles. 🍩🍫🤤 29. Song lyric that sums up the year:

These T Swift lyrics sum up Nick’s Naval regulation Mustache.

on motherhood, moses, and manna

Ahhh motherhood.  You beautiful, terrible thing.  In this week after mother’s day, in the aftermath of the heart emojis, the potted plants gifted, and the manicures procured, I ask you, can I be honest?

I have found myself in the possession of many childrens, all mine, and I’ve found that I am, in a word, overwhelmed.  Where does this take me, but to the ever relatable book of Numbers?

I’ll catch you up.  Moses.  Red sea parted.  Isrealites victoriously delivered from slavery!  Whitney Houston’s “There Will Be Miracles!”

Then, Desert.  More Desert.  America’s “Horse with No Name.”  Manna.  More Manna.  Dang we could go for some meat.  Remember when we were slaves?  At least we had delicious meat.  Free and meatless sucks!  You didn’t say we’d have to go Vegan Moses.  We hate this.  And you.  And deliverance.

Moses responds to the Israelites demand for meat in Numbers 11:13-15.

13 Where can I get meat for all these people? They keep wailing to me, ‘Give us meat to eat!’ 14 I cannot carry all these people by myself; the burden is too heavy for me. 15 If this is how you are going to treat me, please go ahead and kill me—if I have found favor in your eyes—and do not let me face my own ruin.”

Do you hear what Moses is saying here?  He’s saying it’s too hard.  The people that God has sovereignly appointed for Moses to shepherd, He is saying he is ill equipped handle all these people.  Me too Moses, as am I.  I too cannot handle all of the people God entrusted to me.  And I would be lying to you friends if I told you I have not laid face down on the bed after confronting disobedience in 3/4 of my children simultaneously and not wished for death.  And am I longing for actual death?  No.  But I crave peace- the glorious peace that comes from being with Jesus, in a place where there is no malice, impatience, or the ever present weakness in my pelvic floor that causes me to slouch, and sometimes google “uterine prolapse.”  So, we’ve established.  Moses = #sorelatable for overwhelmed mothers.  I feel like I could even argue that I might be getting a beard started.  So what now?  Moses was surrounded by such intense whining that wished for death.  Then what?  I’ve found that when I am longing for the Lord to talk to me, that I should just keep reading.  So… I kept reading.

Numbers 11:16-17

The Lord said to Moses: “Bring me seventy of Israel’s elders who are known to you as leaders and officials among the people. Have them come to the tent of meeting, that they may stand there with you. 17 I will come down and speak with you there, and I will take some of the power of the Spirit that is on you and put it on them. They will share the burden of the people with you so that you will not have to carry it alone.

I feel pretty certain that in my particular situation I will not receive the gift of 70 wise elders to help.  But I do feel certain that God will send help, I do not carry this burden alone.  Isaiah 30 says that the Lord waits to be gracious to you,
    and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you.

I notice 2 things about Moses here.  And 2 things about God.  Moses was honest about what was going on in his heart and he also sought God out to pray in that sincerity.  He offered up himself, in weakness.  God blesses the poor in spirit.  God heard Moses and He answered, but not in a way that Moses imagined or asked for.  Moses, in his infinite wisdom (eye roll emoji) said “Go ahead and kill me.”  (I say eye roll emoji but this is self deprecation because I literally do things like that ALL THE DANG TIME)  God in His infinite wisdom (no eye roll emoji) gave him what he needed to carry on.  Fellowship, help, a burden shared.  I think that you will find that if you reflect on the prayers of your heart- prayers that share your loneliness, your irritability, your anxiety and your pain, in these places the Lord is happy to meet you.  And not only meet you but deliver you.  Moses stood the mediator for God’s people.  He saw God as close as any man could.  But in the end, he sinned and a just God could not let him enter into the promised land.  Moses was just a man.  Time Keller says that “Jesus is the true and better Moses who stands in the gap between the people and the Lord and who mediates a new covenant.”

What is this new covenant?  Here is a taste via Jeremiah 31

31 “Behold, the days are coming, declares the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah, 32 not like the covenant that I made with their fathers on the day when I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt, my covenant that they broke, though I was their husband, declares the Lord. 33 For this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, declares the Lord: I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts. And I will be their God, and they shall be my people. 34 And no longer shall each one teach his neighbor and each his brother, saying, ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, declares the Lord. For I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more.”

Jesus is the sacrifice that makes this new covenant possible.  Jesus is the one who bears our burdens with us.  He who promised is faithful.  He will sustain you.  He will give you what you need, but not necessarily what you want or more appropriately what you thought you needed.  And this is a good thing.  Because- have you ever met a 4 year old girl?  I have.  Mine cut half a head of hair off because she wanted to.  She thought she was smart.  But it was not smart to get scissors and cut off her hair.  She could have asked and I would’ve given her some guidance.  In this example the girl was us and the parent was God.  Did you get that?  Was it obvious?

On manna and meat days remember, you do not have to bear your burden alone.

this is the one where I talk about my butt.  

For all the lamenting, belly aching, and general stink I’ve put up about being pregnant on this blog, one would think that a fourth pregnancy would be ripe for the blog topic picking.  It ain’t.  It’s been a lot of things, but it hasn’t made me want to put my experience down into words until now.

Why now? 

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It’s my hump.

This pregnancy finally put a name to my hobbling Quasimodo walk, or as I also called it, my newborn baby deer walk.  Turns out I had inflamed sacroiliac joints!  

Friends, can I tell you the remedy for this malady?  Can you handle it?  It is a butt massage.  A massage where a strange person is in full view of your large (and I can only assume gelatinous) pregnant butt and also butt accoutrement- like- ya butt crack.  I personally try to keep the number of people viewing my buttcrack down to Nick, but at this point in my pregnancy it’s down to – 


I feel like I need to clarify because I just threw down that a strange person was massaging my dereraire and that’s hella shady.  This “stranger” is of course a licensed  physical therapist.  And they’re also a miracle worker because with kinesthtic tape and the directions to never pick anything up again including my own children, and to not push a stroller or walk up hills, my hips are feeling great!  Of course, I need help picking Owen up from school, grocery shopping, going to any store, and wrestling Henry out of the tub.  

This hump situation has led to a great need for humility in asking for help and an extremely greatful heart to those who happily help me every day.  I don’t like asking for help.  

1 Thessalonians says: 

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 

I am thankful when I see God’s provision for me, I am humbled by His providing.  I have felt the prayers of my friends and family.  I have eaten the meals of many and I have fought the guilt that Satan tempts me to feel when others come alongside me to help.  And I even made several jokes about my butt online for my children to discover in 10 years and be immediately struck with mortification when they read them.  

2016.  

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1. What did you do in 2016 that you’d never done before?

Sent a kid off to Kindergarten.  This really causes you to turn an editing eye on your parenting like when you’re laying in bed reflecting on your day and you think, “I really hope Owen doesn’t talk about his nipples at school tomorrow.”
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
 

Here it is- and I quote:

“Next year I would like to cut down on my sugar intake, because my teeth are turning into jellybeans.”
Spoiler alert:  I didn’t cut down on my sugar.  In fact, if an autopsy is ever made of my body it will beg internists to ask the question- Is this a human body or just a giant gummy bear?

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? 

Some of my close girlfriends had babies and I lurve it.  Welcome to the club.  The club where you don’t know words anymore because ya tired.

4. Did anyone close to you die? 

Feeling pretty torn up about Alan Thicke. (I’m not)

5. What countries did you visit? 

NorCal.  California.  Monterey.  It feels like a different country.  You’re not allowed to have plastic bags here.  If you forget your reusable tote they’ll charge you monies for a paper bag.

6. What would you like to have in 2017 that you lacked in 2016? 

Oh wow.  I mean, if my butt were toned I’d feel like I could do anything!  The world would be my oyster!

So the answer is “toned butt.”

7. What dates from 2016 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

I can’t remember dates.  My kids are lucky if I remember their birthdays correctly.  “You were born…. mid to late June-ish?”

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
 

Caravaning across the country with all of our children and both our cars in 7 days.  Nick and I only flipped each other off once, and that’s the Grace of God showing up big time.

9. What was your biggest failure? 

Consulted Nick- He thinks all the times I tried to feed our family borderline raw proteins.  But, if it looks cooked on the outside, how is a person supposed to know?!

*Currently Googling ‘Worst Cook in America’ applications*

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? 

I threw up for 3 months.  Now I have my back taped with PT tape so I can walk because before I was not really able to.  I sort of hobble around like an Igor in maternity tights.

The Lord keeps showing up in my weakness- and showing me how tied up in my own strength I am.

11. What was the best thing you bought this year?  

I want to say the maternity pillow that I found for 2 bucks at a bargain fair.  Yolo!

12. Where did most of your money go? 

Coffee, groceries, children’s clothing.  I kept listing hoping that the list would become less boring, but I guess this is who I am now.

13. What did you get really excited about?

This year, the answer is Jesus.

14. What song will always remind you of 2016?

Ragga bomb- Skrillex

Nick listens to this while he studies and I literally can’t even.  Because you think you know someone and then- Skrillex.

Also-

Africa- Toto

15. Compared to this time last year, are you:

– happier or sadder?

More content.

– thinner or fatter?

I moved to California- so you’ll never know.  How could you?  I’ll give you a hint though- I failed my gestational diabetes test.

– richer or poorer? samesies
16. What do you wish you’d done more of?

I wish I had done a YouTube challenge.  Off the top of my head I wish I had dabbed or water bottled or been filmed when I fell in the parking lot at Giant last winter and had that go viral.

17. What do you wish you’d done less of? 

Evicerate couples on House Hunters with my quick wit.  Sure, the amount of times she’s mentioned her gluten intolerance is ripe for mockery, but she’s a people too.  #compassion

18. How did you spend Christmas?

Here in Monterey with Nick’s mom and our lil goon squad.  Here was our picture with Santa.


19. What was your favorite TV program?

-American Housewife

– The Crown

– Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell

– Game of Thrones (Jon Snow LIVES)

– of course New Girl, Brooklyn 99, and strangely, Bob’s Burgers

20. What were your favorite books of the year?

– Extravagant Grace By Barbara Duguid

-Parenting by Paul David Tripp

-The Discipline of Grace by Jerry Bridges

– The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedmen

– This is Awkward by Sammy Rhodes

21. What was your favorite music from this year?

Sovereign Grace errything.

22. What were your favorite films of the year?

The Lobster

Zoolander 2.  (This is not farcical.  I really thought it was hilarious)

Zootopia.  Good on so many levels.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

(Read as Stefan from SNL)

I nerded out so hard.  Nifflers.  Ariana Dumbledore.  Hufflepuff.  Gellert Grindelwald. A DEMIGUISE?  Erumpent horns.

I caught myself dreamily clutching my hands to my chest thinking the thought “This is SO magical!” Which is something few things can do.  Usually I just think- this movie can eat my farts!

23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I got Mexican with my family and you could see otters gamboling around the bay.  Oh, and I’m 31.  And pregnant.  With my fourth baby. So you can imagine what kind of wild party that was.

24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurabley more satisfying?

Do you ever just feel like you want to do Dubsmashes with your friends but your friends live on the opposite coast as you?

25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2016? 


26. What kept you sane? 

I hate being serious- but deleting a lot of apps off of my phone and replacing them with the Bible app.

27. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2016? 

The thought “I’m probably not ovulating” is reckless and 100% wrong.

28. Your guilty pleasure?  

Cadbury Fruit and Nut bars.

29. Song lyric that sums up the year:

 


This is how I told Nick I was pregnant.  ( I know it looks like there is one line, but trust.  There are two.)

Why Maisy is wonderful. 


Maisy Jo is a wonderful enigma.  She is a tiny wispy thing with a will of iron.  I have never felt more confident in the name I picked for a child than her- for there is no one who is more “Maisy Jo” than Maisy Jo.


Maisy Jo- what a time to be alive!! Why?  Because you love unicorns and unicorn merch is reaching a fever pitch.  Why is this so wonderful?  Only because you pronounce unicorn as “municorn” which is a mutated form of Maisy-corn.  Maisy knows the difference between horses, zebras, Pegasus, unicorns, and ponies.

Maisy has a wonderful and passionate love for her brothers.  She strives to imitate Owen, but belly laughs with her BFF, Henry Benry(as she calls him).

Maisy jo has never not answered “candy” when asked what she wants for breakfast.

Maisy’s favorite color is pink- and Maisy is committed to choosing a pink crayon/ marker/ pencil for every craft project she must tackle.  She’ll go with purple in a real pinch, but It’s not great.  Just like every time she’s not wearing a dress it’s an uneasy compromise.

Oh.  And Maisy gallops.  Everywhere.

Pizzeria- gallops.

Park- gallops.

Children’s church- gallops.

You see where I’m going.

Maisy is also very into Skrillex.  Or any pop music for that matter.  Owen told me it’s his dream to be in the marching band, but Maisy?  I doubt she’d be caught dead there.  She’ll be starting some sort of cover band in her room.


And that is precisely why Maisy Jo is so wonderful.