Seven Things: 20

Hay. Here’s seven things that have happened this week.

 

1.) Sweet Lord in Heaven there’s a mouse in my house and it got in my dishwasher and I can’t even handle thinking about it oh my Lord, oh my Lord, oh my Looooooorrrrrd.

Apparently I’ve been having a bit of a melodramatic reaction to it because Lily walks around screaming, “Nooooooo! Yuck! Naughty mouse! Nooooo!” I think the girls are also confused because one of their favorite books is “The Tale of Two Bad Mice” by Beatrix Potter. Tom Thumb and Hunca Munca are so adorable while they’re sneaking into that doll house and stealing furniture and dressing up their little mousie babies…but not so much when they’re in Mama’s dishwasher. Sorry Beatrix, but homie don’t play that.

Update! Just before the time of publication I received a text that read, “Good morning. I love you. I caught a mouse last night.” And there was great rejoicing.

 

 

2.) Speaking of Lily screaming, that’s all she does. Like ever. Her favorite activity is stumbling around, wailing as loudly as possible. When she doesn’t get the appropriate level of attention, which is 1000% of the attention of every living human present, she claws at our legs and says, “I’m crying! I’m cryyyyying!” You know, just in case we hadn’t noticed.

 

 

3.) And speaking of things going horribly, horribly wrong – we were speaking of that weren’t we?- our furnace went out. Because the Polar Vortex hates us that’s why. Luckily we were able to crash at my in-laws until the repairman could save us. It was 35 degrees in the house when we got home, so we’re super fortunate that the pipes didn’t freeze, too! Kind of a rough week, all the way around.

 

Nothing like bundled up breakfast and naps in a bear suit to drive home the fact that winter is NEVER going to end…I really hate Punxatawny Phil this year.

 

 

4.) My mom brought us some really amazing pear jam a while back and it’s been taunting me from the refrigerator for weeks.

 

I had to. And as my brilliant friend, Haley, said on Facebook, I should pair it with some Eddie Breadder. Heh, heh, heh!

 

 

5.) And Vin got to go to anamazing organic pig/trout farm that is going to be working with his store. He brought home a ton of complimentary pig meat and it is all kinds of delicious. So I got a lesson on boning out tenderloins and making chops, which was fantastic…especially when paired with fried eggs, gravy, and homemade biscuits. I should really have food guilt about this, but I just don’t care.

 

For those of you who have accused me of perpetrating the recent crimes around here, all I got to say is, mess with me one more time and I’ll cut you!!!

 

 

6.) My favorite Maggie quotes as of late:

Heard from another room, accompanied by loud noises- “Mama, I’m not dressed up…but I made somethin’ happen!!”

 

“Liiiiiillly!! You’re sitting on my dream come true!”

 

Peeking out from the side of the couch, clearly hoping that this last-ditch effort would work- “Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Time for Lily and Everett to go to bed! Cuckoo!”

 

 

7.) Some of the best links from the week:

Daniel over at Carrots for Michaelmas talking about greatness…seriously so good and got me all fired up about life – “Who Are You to Deny Greatness”

And speaking of greatness, congratulations to Haley of Carrots on being asked to be a speaker at the Edel Gathering! So deserved and so exciting! I might be Haley’s biggest internet fan. Actually, I’m pretty sure I am.

And I’m praying that I’ve somehow managed to stay in the realm of “interesting interwebs stranger” and haven’t accidentally wandered over into “well-meaning but creepy internet weirdo.” ‘Cause how do you really know that the internet weirdos are well-meaning? You don’t. Lordy be, where is this tangent taking me????

Anyway. I’d laaaarve to go to this conference because it features some of the most amazing Catholic bloggers/writers out there (!) and it’s in Austin (!!) and they have Mexican food there (!!!). And Amy’s ice cream. And I’d be so close to my alma mater, UMHB…and I really can’t get my hopes up because the odds of being able to make it are all kinds of slim. A girl can dream though.

 

 

Back to links! Thanks to my dear friend, Mimi, I was reminded of the amazing website, Reasons My Son Is Crying. This is my favorite since Lily does this all. the. time.

 

 

 

And, guys, if you haven’t taken a zillion Buzzfeed quizzes lately, you clearly don’t know anything about anything. Please, do me a favor and take all of these. Then report back here. Go on! Shoo, shoo!

What Nice Thing Should You Do For Someone Today?

What Type of Parent Are You?

Which Sandwich Are You?

Which Pixar Movie Are You?

Which 90’s Nickelodeon Show Are You?

And, because it’s very necessary on a list of quizzes like this, What Arbitrary Thing Are You?

 

 

 

Have a great weekend, y’all!

On Breastfeeding and Love

It’s kind of a love/hate relationship with me and breastfeeding. I mean, I love some things. You really can’t duplicate the feeling of a half-sleeping baby all cozied up with you in the wee hours of the morning or the naturalness of it all or the perfectness of the one-on-one time with your sweetheart…or the convenience! I truly hate having to wash bottles and heat/cool milk and wash bottles. And I hate washing bottles.

 

I think that my issues with breastfeeding come from frustrations with a lot of things. I mean, I never really nursed Maggie because she wouldn’t latch and I was a basket case and wasn’t willing to tough it out, so I just pumped for six months. (Six!) Lily, on the other hand, is great at nursing! However, she’s very easily distracted and is constantly stopping and starting to look around at every flash of light and little noise she hears. Annoying, but I can deal with it. My real issues with breastfeeding are centered around the breast pump.

 

When my colleagues get a break at work they spend it catching up on You Tube videos or reading or dashing off to the trendy/hipster/eco-friendly/hipster-friendly coffee shop down the street, which I have never been to, so that description was all just speculation and jealousy that I don’t get to go.

 

When I get a break at work I usually spend it locked in the storytime closet with a machine sucking the life out of my boobs. I attempt to use Facebook or look through Instagram and when I’ve succumbed to the fact that there’s just no reception in the storytime closet, I spend my time looking at worn copies of “Click, Clack, Moo” and “The Very Grouchy Ladybug.” Sometimes my mind wanders and I can swear that my breast pump is talking to me. The rhythmic noises truly sound like a cartoon machine saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay” or, if the pump is feeling unsympathetic that day, “Get over it! Get over it! Get over it!” I like to tell myself that I’m not the only person who feels like my breast pump is talking to me and then I remember I’m talking to myself and… well, some day I’m just going to have to accept the fact that I’m a loon, plain and simple.

 

After I’m done pumping I have to sneak my milk back through the office and into the staff freezer because I never remember a lunchbox in which to transport it and then I pray that I do remember to bring the milk back home with me at the end of my shift. The whole process is tedious to say the least.

 

It really is just a part of the job description when you’re a working mom. I’m truly not looking for sympathy here. Sometimes I just want to whine. The truth is that I love my job and I love nursing. Combining the two is a challenge and I think it’s no accident that this has been on my mind a lot lately and that I came upon this quote today:

“Without love, everything is painful, everything is tiring, everything is burdensome. The Cross, taken up hesitantly, is crushing; taken smilingly, by free will, and with love, it will carry you much more than you carry it.” -St. Therese of Lixieux

 

Isn’t that beautiful? It’s definitely what I’m striving for as a mother, a wife, an employee, a woman, a Christian. Though I sometimes think I’d rather be spending thirty bucks on a cup fair trade coffee, I am reminded that being shackled to the breast pump should be a gift, a precious labor of love I give to my child. Because, the truth is, she won’t need me to pump for her forever. I won’t always be needed in this specific and particular and beautiful way. There is pain in the offering, it’s true, but with renewed focus I find that this tiny cross truly is carrying me.

 

 

 

A few links to expound upon the same idea:

“Mary and Martha Moment” at Kitchen Stewardship

“Sleep During the Newborn Stage” at Carrots for Michaelmas (This is the post that got me started on Haley’s wonderful blog. Poke around, I promise you’ll find the writing lovely and the content excellent!)

And, because I found it so touching, please check out this post on why families should take “just because” photos. Seriously, I can’t say enough how beautiful and talented my friends are! (What up, Jade and Steph!)