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peeing for two

One major thing in mommyland has challenged me recently. Well, every day is a challenge per say, however, this moment really boggled my mind to where I said, "I need to ask someone how they did this." 

Last week was the first time that I held Audrey while I peed in a public restroom. She doesn't walk yet or stand for too long without wanting to explore, therefore it left me with no choice but to hold her 20+ pound body while putting down a toilet seat cover...and you know the rest of what it takes to go pee in a public restroom. Now, this wasn't just any public restroom: it was the gym's. In some cases I will lay down her changing mat and she will sit on it; however, the floor was soaking wet - so that wasn't going to happen. 

So, momma's, how do you do it? I REALLY had to pee! By the end of the adventure, I was sweating and while I tried not to touch Audrey with my, well, wiping hand, it was just impossible. We both washed up, don't worry. 

Really, how do you do it? 

Peeing for two


rodent huntin'

There are moments where amid conversation with my husband, his family and other men of the similar DNA that I go into the twilight zone thinking, "where am I and who are these people?"

Rodents are a common topic of conversation. When I first met my husband and he took me to meet his parents, I got to learn about gofer hunting. My father-in-law would wake up at the crack of dawn and spend all day around his property hunting those gofers. And I tell ya, he caught somewhere between 80 and 100. He devised new trap after new trap and was in a gofer daze for awhile. It became a little too Caddyshack for me: man vs. gofer. 

Well, that was just the start of it. I came to learn last week that in his younger years he caught some sort of a large, wood-eating rat (eating his trees, none-the-less). He was so proud of his capture that he actually called my mother-in-law to tell her to make room in the freezer. My mother-in-law told him his ice chest at work would be just a fine place.And a tip from my fabulous FIL, Ziplocks don't work- the claws puncture holes.

Another friend then chirped in with his story of a nutria coming to the front door only for the man to kill it with a hatchet in the back and then freeze it so he could show all his friends. Freeze it with the hatchet might I add. 

My husband is one-of-a-kind too. Last night, I saw a possum in the backyard. Within two seconds of my shriek, my husband was out the back door, no shirt, pajama pants pulled up to his chest, work shoes and a log. I watched from the backdoor as he tip-toed outside as fast as he could. I started to laugh so hard. "What are you doing with the log?" He said he didn't have time to get the bow & arrow, therefore would smash it with the log. 

He searched and searched, but the possum had escaped the wrath of the log...and my husband. I could see my FIL's glazed-over look in my husband's eyes saying "get me that rodent!" He acted the same way as when you say "Squirrel" to our dogs. "Possum!" 

With a sad look, he carefully walked through the mud and pouring rain back into the house only to slip and crash into the garden fence. Wrapped in garden wire, he threw the log and was covered in mud. I'm still laughing over the site...but only laughing with you hunny! 

Thank you sweetie from keeping our family safe of rodents! You are the rodent master and that possum will learn his lesson. =)


what a difference a year makes in a mother's life

One year ago I was enormous, exhausted, moody and clueless as to what was to come in the next year. May has always been a busy month for me with my birthday, Mother's Day, a number of family celebrations and the Memorial Day kick-off-to-summer trip. Last year's May was considerably busy awaiting Audrey's arrival.

I spent those last May days anxious, covered in anti-stretch mark cream and doing pretty much anything I could to go into labor, including mowing the lawn. My mood swings swung as much as the spring weather and my husband was replaced with a body pillow named George.

It is hard to imagine that was all a year ago and George just moved out — and thankfully, the stretch marks and baby weight have left as well. And in we welcomed a beautiful baby girl.

Though most of the physical battle scars of last spring have gone away, I am emotionally changed forever. In one year, I gained an entirely different view on life.

This month I turned 25, which caused this profound reflection. I remember being asked for my high school senior yearbook, “Where do you see yourself at 25?” “Journalism career, New York City, and a family,” I said without blinking.

Well if New York City is oil, then Roseburg is vinegar. Last May, I might not have been completely sold on a life in the country, but now I wouldn't leave it for anywhere. A few years ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I was going to be a full-time wife and mom, but now find myself incredibly lucky to have those roles.

My Roseburg friends applaud my somewhat-humbled self and my old friends seem baffled by it. “You've changed,” they grumble. Even though they seem displeased with it, I couldn't be happier when they notice.

I wasn't looking for change, it found me. The happiness I endure now being a woman of faith, a stay-at-home mom and a wife to a logger is inconceivable. Nothing has been given up, only gained.

Last May, at 8 months pregnant, I was baptized. I floated there like a huge whale dressed in a white robe. That was the start to a year of pain and persecution, but also a year of the most joy anyone could experience.

Hebrews 12:1 says, “…let us run with perseverance the race that is marked out for us,” (New International Version). This year, I finally found the race marked out for me, and I'm persevering to get better and stronger every day.

I decided to hit that race of mine hard at 25, literally. On my fifth mile, the smell of manure and fresh cut grass encompassed the air as I sprinted downhill, soaking up Roseburg's beauty and catching my breath.

Coldplay's “God Put a Smile on Your Face” started playing on my iPod. Right as I went to change the slow tune, a typical May spring rain started to pour down on me. I smiled, opened my mouth and let my tongue wag in the air trying to catch drops. “Life is good,” I thought. “Life is good.”

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