For the love of sunsets

If you followed me awhile now, you know I love a good sunset to capture some silhouette shots ๐Ÿ™‚

Sharing a few with you today!

First, a winter sunset …Jenna and her baby brother…Tristan with an injured pigeon he found ๐Ÿ™‚

Jenna and the doggies..A favorite of mine! I won a contest with this one ๐Ÿ™‚Devan is still on crutches. He will be so happy to see them go, as will I! ๐Ÿ˜‰The little bike that cause those crutches to happen ๐Ÿ™‚ Another fave of mine!And last of all, be JOYFUL! Happy Monday!!Next post…some info on my fave productsย and a giveaway!! ๐Ÿ™‚

Baby On Our Mind

My stomach looks like a small Mt. Everest, and it goes up and down, like an ocean wave. I readjust my position on the recliner, trying to breathe better. Kicks and tumbles, and all sorts ofย flips are going on in my womb ๐Ÿ™‚ Seriously, we may possibly have a future gymnast in there ๐Ÿ™‚

Last week I had my ultrasound and was so happy! Our prayer was that my placenta would move, soย I wouldn’t have to have a C-section, and it did! Baby was looking good, and a healthy weight.

We still have not hardly discussed names. I have no idea why. In fact, we never were like this with the others. Last night sent me into a bit of a panic, because I was having pretty strong contractions, and wasn’t feeling well, and I’m thinking “Oh no, the baby will come, we have no name for him or her,the car seat isn’t washed, etc. etc.

I did not have a good night, and this morning after a call to my midwife, I was put on bedrest. So, I’m currently pretty stuck to the recliner, and we will go in for a checkup tomorrow, and then go from there. Baby is not relaxing. Hardly stops moving. Does that mean sleepless nights coming up?? ๐Ÿ™‚

At any rate, we are super anxious to meet our sweet baby, and see this busy little person! I’m definitely being taught a lesson in patience ๐Ÿ™‚

Until then, we will do our best to stay healthy ๐Ÿ™‚

And here are a few pictures to close this post…

Can you spot the babies?IMG_5782 IMG_578520160310_160447Farmer boy…IMG_5637IMG_5789Be blessed!

A Farmer’s Life…

.. with some opinions from the farmer’s wife ๐Ÿ™‚

I think some folks are of the opinion that farm life is aย magicalย way of living. They can come spend a week here and see ๐Ÿ˜‰ While I love that we are blessed to live on a farm, there are days right now when I wonder why we do what we do. Perhaps my pregnant self is voicing it’s opinion. It happens way too often ๐Ÿ™‚ But when your walk is more like a waddle, and the contractions and tightness are present more than not, and you can’t see your feet,ย you may get a bit irritable at times. Just saying ๐Ÿ™‚

These past weeks have been rain and more rain, with farmers trying to get crops in between showers. It’s been busy. And when I say busy, I mean you may or may not sleep every night. I’m talking about the guys here. I have slept every night, some are just shorter than others ๐Ÿ™‚ But when the husbands are busy, the wives and children must fill in more. There have been days that my body feels so weary, I can almost cry with relief when the children are all tucked in bed for the night. But it’s what you do, because it needs doing.

I think God was speaking to me in my devotions today when I read this verse. Yes God, I heard you ๐Ÿ™‚2016-05-20 18.52.10I was a tad ungrateful for the busyness lately ๐Ÿ™‚ And it hurts a bit to work so hard, with milk prices so low. But God provides, and though I forget sometimes, and complain, I am grateful for His love. He shows up in little ways, ways that we don’t even realize right away. Then you look back, and think, wow! He does care so much!

20160516_163503 20160516_163448These 2 have been doing so well at pitching in and helping at milking time. Sure, they grumble sometimes, and complain about their aching backs, but I have been blessed with their desire to help. They know I’m not supposed to carry milkers right now, and if I grab one, I usually hear, “Mom, you know what the midwife said” ๐Ÿ˜‰ It makes me feel good that they care!

We absolutely enjoyed the sunshine these last 2 days, but I’m glad for the rain tomorrow, because that should mean a nap for the farmers ๐Ÿ™‚ And maybe the farmers wife ๐Ÿ™‚

Our supper tonight was easy and tasty, because yes, the farmer needed to eat and head for the fields. Again ๐Ÿ™‚2016-05-20 19.59.02Lord, may we remember to be thankful for every day, even the tough ones!

Hope you all have a good weekend!

Memories

It’s another dreary day. After days of this rainy, cloudy weather, my mood can head towards melancholy. Pregnancy hormones have my emotions all over the place. Today, after reading a Caring Bridge post about a young mother whose cancer seems to be winning it’s battle in her, I couldn’t help but cry.ย And wonder why? Why is it her, and her family that must go through this? Why a young mother? It doesn’t seem fair that I’m debating what to make for supper, while someone else is going through so much pain.

Right now I know of at least 3 people with cancer in advanced stages. And I wonder, what if it was me? What if it was someone in my family?

Life can be put into perspective so quickly when we think of how quickly life can change.

It made my mind wander as to howย  I willย be remembered when I’m gone? Will others say I took time for them? Did I lend a listening ear? Did I have a servant heart? Could they see Jesus in me?

But it’s my family who I think of most. My husband and children. Will they say I was good to them? Or will they remember me as grouchy, complaining, and discontent?

I am one whose patience level needs a lot of work. Being pregnant lowers my tolerance level, unfortunately ๐Ÿ˜ฆ I’ve lost count of the times I’ve lost my temper lately. Bedtime is especially trying. Everyone is tired, but the children seem to get a second wind, and it always feels like a 3 ring circus. Last night I lost my patience with one of them, and spoke very impatiently and unkindly, and caused the tears to come. As I look back at that moment, I think why couldn’t I have been more loving? I do not want my children to remember me losing my cool, and lashing out at them with my words. Each and every moment with them is a memory in the making. Am I making those memories good?

It’s funny the things you remember from childhood. Snippets here and there. A smell, a tone of voice, the way someone spoke to you. I pray that when my children get older, and look back, thatย the good memories are more than any bad ones they may have.

I’ll close with some pictures. Little tidbits of everyday life that we are blessed to have.

Our dog can sit so hilarious :)

Our dog can sit so hilarious ๐Ÿ™‚

Our gentle pony..

Our gentle pony..

IMG_5816 IMG_5832IMG_5829Sisters โค

I love seeing baby ducks around again!

I love seeing baby ducks around again!

IMG_5809Isaiah 40:8 “The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.” NIV

Keep the faith, friends! And make good memories along the way.

Different Things..

How are you all? Doing well, I hope ๐Ÿ™‚ I am just so thankful to feel good again! You know pregnancy can do a number to our bodies, but I have to say, right now I am feeling great, with the occasional discomfort ๐Ÿ™‚

Dale was hauling manure most of the night, and the boys wanted to get up at 5:30 to ride along. The girls and I started our morning a bit slow. We did have to persuade a calf back into the calf barn that was out, but that’s farm life for you. Full of the unexpected ๐Ÿ™‚

We are all anxious for Spring around here! We have been seeing robins, blue jays, cardinals, red winged blackbirds, and I’ve seen a pair of ducks too, so I’m hoping to see some babies again ๐Ÿ™‚

Baby is active. I love feeling the kicks and movements! It is a small reminder of the greatness of this little miracle. A blessing from our Father! I have been diagnosed with placenta previa, which is cause for a little concern, but I try not too lift heavy or too much, and we will keep praying for the placenta to move, or I will need a C-section. Not what I want, but God is in control, and we will keep trusting Him! It is so neat to see baby on the ultrasound, moving around ๐Ÿ™‚ And no, we don’t know what we are having! Choosing to be surprised ๐Ÿ™‚

My family and I have started taking Plexus products, which is something I really wasn’t planning to do. But Dale wanted to jump on board, and I just kept hearing so much good from it, that we decided to try the products. They do have a great multivitamin and probiotic, and 2 of the children are on the probiotic. Tristan always complains of bellyache, and I want to see if it helps. He also has psoriasis in his scalp, and they say it has helped some folks with that, so we’ll see ๐Ÿ™‚ Dale and I both love the biocleanse! It does several things, but one of the big things is helping to keep your system moving and regular, and we both love that about it. I’m curious if any readers take the products? I know there are many strong opinions about Plexus, but I do think just like with anything that you love or makes you feel better, you want to share it with others ๐Ÿ™‚ I could use some help in not being so timid about sharing ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m the same way about sharing Christ with someone. It’s easier just to smile and be friendly, and keep moving. Another thing to work at continually!

Our weekend looks to be full, but I’m glad to be able to go away, and feel like going away too! I got to spend a day with friends in Juniata County the other week. We shopped antique stores and goodwill, and had fun just being together ๐Ÿ™‚ Friends are something I could not do without!

And a few pictures from around here.. Especially for our Haiti people ๐Ÿ™‚

Snow pictures..IMG_5406 IMG_5410 IMG_5411 IMG_5419 Devan’s favorite farm vehicle to drive right now ๐Ÿ™‚ย IMG_5470 IMG_5473 IMG_5492My helper..IMG_5449

Well, that’s all for now. Have a good weekend! And thanks for reading!

Parenting a hormonal adolescent

It’s late on a Saturday night. Dale and the boys are having a father/son night with some friends, and I’ve put the girls to bed, but they are still talking. Or should I say, the little one is ๐Ÿ™‚ Our night went well, till I gave them a few minutes of “reading time”. Our oldest loves to read! Meanwhile, the younger girlie played, and did what she does, make a bit of a mess. Not a big mess, just things scattered here and there. And I could hear her older sister talking to her, scolding her. And it went on till I’d had enough. I decided it was bedtime.

And that’s when the arguing with my 13 yr. old began. She said she is NOT picking up her sister’s mess. I thought it must be bad, but there was maybeย 8 toys scattered around the room ๐Ÿ™‚ย And I told her I did not like how she spoke to her sister, that she is little, and little children play and make messes. And I raised my voice, and she raised hers. I told her I would never have talked to my mom how she talked to me.

I came downstairs feeling so defeated! Like a mom that had no clue. What happened to my little girl? The one I rocked, and fed, and cuddled.ย She used to think I was the greatest. Now I get accused of favoritism, and unfairness.ย ย And I wonder, should she have a room of her own? I know how little sister’s can annoy you, but it seems to be escalating here. Are we short changing her by making her share a room with her sister? Right now it’s our only option, unless we remodel, and I don’t see that happening yet. I remember sleeping in a full size bed with not justย 1 sister, but 2. And Iย really don’t remember much fighting. Perhaps my mom would tell you differently ๐Ÿ™‚ย It seems like as the oldest, she wants to control all her siblings, and they have other ideas ๐Ÿ™‚ I get so frustrated at this. Is this maybe a thing with being the oldest? To be in control.

This battling of wills, is just not something I feel qualified to deal with. How much do you chalk up to hormones, and how much is blatant disrespect? I truly think we are alike in some ways, and that is why we can really clash ๐Ÿ™‚ I love when she talks to me, and we discuss things, and she listens! I just wish there weren’t so many flareups. I wonder sometimes if I am too harsh? Or too picky about things? I never remember my mom raising her voice to me. And I don’t wantย my children to say that’s what I did. I get my quick temper from the Brubaker side, I think ๐Ÿ™‚

Any words of advice from some of you who are more experienced? ๐Ÿ™‚

On a good note, she came downstairs and apologized, and I apologized too. As we shared a hug, I told her I love her no matter what. Because that’s what we do isn’t it? No matter what they throw at us, how they may hurt us, we love them unconditionally. I thought of how often Godย must feelย like that with me. And how He forgives andย loves me no matter what. Grace upon grace.

I may be new at this stage of my children’s life, but I do know if a child is loved, and they know it, they are not going to remember all your flaws so much.

I hope you are blessed with a good week, and that you don’t get to discouraged in your parenting. A verse that was shared at church that I love…ย  Psalm 127:3 ” Lo,ย children are an heritage from the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.” Our children, our rewards. May we not take them for granted!

Tristan is 8!

Our boy is 8! He has grown so much lately, and it kind of makes me a little bit sad. This child has thrown us for a loop in parenting, and we still don’t always know how to handle him ๐Ÿ™‚ He is so sweet,ย yet extremely stubborn, a farm boy through and through. He has incredible energy and determination, if only he uses it the right way ๐Ÿ™‚

I remember the day he was born. I woke early in the morning, sensing something wasn’t right, and by 5:30am, I knew this was happening ๐Ÿ™‚ I labored at home for a bit, because I never went fast before, and we arrived at the midwife around 10. Dale jokes that I’d be at 8cm, and I thought, “Ya, right!” Well, he was right. I was at 8. My contractions were not very close at that point, and not that hard, so I snacked on crackers and rocked on the rocking chair, and walked. By 1:00, nothing had changed, so they broke my water. What followed was about 2 1/2 very hard hours, but he arrived squalling at 3:25pm. He had moved his bowels a bit, and they suctioned away, so that was a bit worrisome, but all was fine. And he wouldn’t stop crying. That was maybe a sign of his temperament ๐Ÿ™‚

He wasn’t the happiest of babies, and I remember how stressful the crying could be. When I look back, it all seems like a blur, and now here he is, 8 yrs. old. His learning difficulties were hard for me to deal with, because school always came easy for me, but he is making us so proud. He is doing so much better than we thought he would, and he really tries. He will say he doesn’t like school, and I know he missesย his daysย at home helping his dad, and playing with the farm babies, but he can’t fool me ๐Ÿ™‚ He definitely shows signs of enjoying school, and he talks nonstop when the school day ends.

I still didn’t get his pictures taken, but we’ll try to do that next week. So I’ll just include a few pictures of him doing what he loves ๐Ÿ™‚IMG_5103 IMG_5104 IMG_5105 IMG_5107

We love you so much, Tristan! And we are so thankful God gave you to us ๐Ÿ™‚