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My Delima . . . .

Hey, Ya'll!

How goes it? Well, I've been visiting homesteadblog.com . . . . and, I like it!! I'm spineless without a reason, so here goes:

#1 Anyone can comment - this is the most tempting feature. This means my mom, or J's mom, or my brothers or my sis-in-law Clare, if they ever did visit my blog and feel the urge to comment . . . actually could! And J can, although 98% of the time he's either too busy at work, or he's with me so he doesn't need to. But he could! Imagine!

#2 Very down to earth site . . . geared towards homesteaders . . . (figures, right?) Anyway, this blog really appeals to my countryness. I was going to say "country side" but I have no city side, I'm just country. The blog is simple, but I'm a very simple person.

#3 It's a smaller site, and it seems to have attracted alot of Christians.

#4 All of the banners feature homemade bread, country living, ect. It's so nice not to ignore the banners! And to find they're actually interesting.

Actually, my hang up is #1 . . . the most important people to me don't have xanga and can't comment!!

So, visit me at Jonash2004 . I'll be leaving this site up, I'll still be visiting everyones site and taking my subscription digest and commenting, maybe I'll update this one on a monthly basis??? I dunno. It's my delima and I'm working on it . . . . .

Laterz!

Hi, ya'll!

This week has been trash week. Twice a year, our fair city (that's sarcasim) graciously picks up as much trash as you need picked up, minus any tires, appliances, or anything over thirty pounds.

So for these last few days, the city looks somewhat like a large dump, but at the same time, you are ever so thankful that some people don't have *that* heap stored somewhere in their house anymore! Some folks have piles that are taller than me.

I am petrified of clutter, so I constantly go thru things, but these twice-yearly events just feeds the frenzy. Plus, they decided to pick up tree limbs this time! So we barrowed a chainsaw and cut up most of a dead tree and hauled it to the front yard and stacked it in a huge pile. They are gonna have fun with that!

I took Samuel to see Edith yesterday. She thinks his hair is red! Or rather, reddish. It's all the same to me! Needless to say, I am not prejudice against red-haired people, however,  my son does not fall into that catagory . . . . Plus she did not give him back when he cried, even when I stood up and reached for him. *sigh* I must not be mommy-ish enough. People will not give me back my own son!

He is sleeping sooo much better now! Last night was terrific! He would wake up, eat, and go right back to sleep in his cradle, no fuss. I woke up sooooo rested!

And he is smiling when he's awake now, too! Esspecially when I get ready to feed him. He knows food is on the way and he gets this smile with his mouth all the way open, it's so cute! It's so weird to see him with a milk mustach and know, that's from me. And I never knew how moms could handle being spit up on, it's doubly weird, but it's my milk coming from my son, and it really doesn't faze me.

Other items of interest: I killed a snake yesterday. My hostas are coming up. I'm going shopping for tomatoe plants tomorrow with my mom. (Since we could move at any time, I'm only planting a few, maybe in buckets?? and I want them to be of good quality.) It was over 80+ degrees yesterday! (Probably why I found the snake.)

The book of Luke has long chapters. Not that we aren't going to read it anyway, it's just something I've noticed for the first time.

Buco? Buko? Booco?

Last night was "Buco" Night for the young moms that go to my church. I went for the first time and we actually didn't play the game, so I still don't know quite what it is or how it works. I did learn, by overhearing, that it takes 12 people and the use of dice.

And that I have simply the most incredible relationship in the world!!!

Now these are Christian ladies talking about their husbands, if they weren't, I bet it could have gotten ugly. As it was, everything was spoken in love, usually with a laugh or a fond smile. But it wasn't long before I felt rather left out . . . I just don't have anything to complain about!

"My husband is just terrible to shop with . . . ." - I don't have a bit of problem here. I like to browse occasionally, and J likes to spoil me occasionally. Other than that, let's get in and get out! And he pushes the cart. Who could ask for more?

"I'm trying to talk my husband into letting me have another, but it isn't going to happen." - this to me is so sad . . . . I'm very, very thankful I don't have this problem. That we are putting our faith in God for finances and the effort required to have a large family. Speaking from experience now (lol) I really don't have what it takes to raise Samuel! When I try to do things on my own strength, I fall apart from lack of sleep, constant nursing, ect. When I lean on the Everlasting Arms, God is my strength, God is my patience, God is my empowerment to be a wife and mom! Suddenly, I can do all things through Christ, be that wife, mom of one, or mom of three or more. God is good. He's not going to give me more than I can handle. Really!

"My husband encourages me to talk to my friends so he doesn't have to hear it." - Me and J talk. And then talk some more. And when we run out of things to talk about, we talk about how much we talk!  If I don't talk alot, he usually tells me to go take a nap. He knows I'm tired!

"Wouldn't it be nice if our husbands held a baby this small [holding Samuel] and said, 'I'm ready for the next one!'" - Um, actually, J does that alot. He's never not said he doesn't want lots more, even when Samuel is covered in poo. Probably because I change him when that happens!

"I just have to get out of the house!" - It was funny, I told them all that this was the second time in two years that I hadn't spent the evening with J. The first time was at your bachelorette party, Kristina! Did you know that? J has made me several offers to let me "out of the house", like, to go shopping while he watches Samuel. It's just . . . not . . . appealing without him . . . . .

Well, it was fun. I just hope the topic isn't Little-Things-About-My-Husband-That-Bug-Me-Or-I-Would-Change next time! Then I can join in . . . .

Here is Espresso, who has taken it upon himself to be something of a guardian for Samuel when mommy isn't right there . . . .

Ok, everyone! I'm curious!!!!

EDIT: I think I've figured out why this is happening, I'm putting him on his stomach, which is a *gasp* forbidden thing . . . .

From what I've read, Samuel is supposed to be in his cradle until he can roll over. Which is, from what I've read and heard from my very wonderful mother in law, three months.

Right?

Ok, here is my delima. I think I'm loosing my mind.

Samuel is one month old on the 9th of April and the little guy can roll over.

I'm not kidding!!!! The first time he did it, he was on the sofa and he rolled into the cushions and gave a really startled squeal. I walked around the back of the sofa and about jumped out of my skin when he was lying on his back looking at me!!!

I figured it had to do with, the slight slope of the sofa (I can't really see one, but it's probably there), or maybe I had the arm towards the cushions tucked down by his side and that helped.

Then, at my mom's, I laid him down, my mom told my youngest brother to watch him, which I thought was unnecessary (I had carefully fixed his arms in front of him) because I was going to be gone just a second. I came back and he was on his side - towards the cushions.

And just now, I was trying to find a position where he would be happy, I put him on his stomach, with his arms out on front of him, on a blanket on the floor and he rolls over right in front of me!!!!!!

It's because he lifts his head up so much, he's got a really strong neck, but I was just wondering, is this something that is normal?? I didn't think he was supposed to be rolling over yet . . . . for any reason, you know?

Any ideas? Are all the books wrong? My mother-in-law? Or do I just have a boy with a really strong neck that's flipping himself over unusually early?

*sigh* there really are no parenting manuals . . . . lol!