Monday, September 23, 2013

Who am I?

How fascinating. I just watched an excellent TedTalk by Temple Grandin. http://youtu.be/fn_9f5x0f1Q

She gave me pause to think about a few things in my life. She made me wonder if I had/have mild autism growing up as a child. I have always been different from my peers. I have always thought differently than those around me. I think in images and pictures. When I look at something like a ceiling fan I immediately see how it is put together and installed. My favorite shows as a child were The New Yankee Workshop and This Old house. I love 3-D puzzles that you manipulate with your hands. I love putting IKEA furniture together. I was always moving my furniture around to try and get the best layout. I love baking and the exact formulas required to produce something yummy. I LOVE knitting and using pattern graphs over written explanations. 

When I think of anything, I categorize it and, if mechanical, I reverse engineer it. My husband says I compartmentalize everything. But I do that so I don't get overwhelmed with all the info coming at me. It also works against me in that sometimes I put things in the wrong place and my thinking goes the wrong way and off into "la-la land" (so I've been told). 

I have always had problems with misunderstanding my teachers, my friends, my husband, and (most horribly) my supervisors. It was never intentional but you get the point in how miserably you failed at something when a once impeccable work performance record of many years (13 out of 13 excellent) suddenly comes out as a complete fail in 11 out of 13 categories being unsatisfactory. Ouch. I cried much over that and learned a very hard lesson that I did not understand what my supervisor wanted and my supervisor did not know how to communicate to me what she needed. How else do you go a whole year of thinking everything is great and come up with a complete shock like that?

I thought when I was pegged as INTJ in college, that that was who I was. But perhaps not? Is there more to me than just that classification? All my life I've been labeled as introverted and passive-aggressive. While it hurt to be negatively labeled, I did not deny I was those things, for I was. 

We humans are so complicated. Thankfully, we are made in the image and likeness of God. I am like a part of God. Finding what makes me strong for God is the challenge now. How can I use who I am and how I think to further his glory and love him?

Sunday, September 15, 2013

A very busy day.

Today was a challenge. 

This morning our family went to Mass. In the beginning of the mass our priest asks if there is anyone visiting so a rosary can be handed out. Just as all the intros were finished, a moment of silence happened before the father continued on. In that moment Pilot piped up in his extra loud toddler voice, "Mommy? I have to go to the bathroom." I'm sure my husband just died as the whole congregation chuckled. I whisked Pilot off to the bathroom only to have him not use the toilet as he suddenly did not need to go anymore. 

We returned and everything went smoothly until Hero didn't want to stay within the confines of the pew. He wanted out and wanted to roam, so off we went to the narthex. We stayed out there for a while until the handicap door opener button became a prime target of his interest. I hoped the wiggles were out enough and we headed back to the pew. Things didn't last long. Drama ensued when Hero was not allowed to crawl under the pew to the neighboring one and his daddy whisked him off to get more wiggles out. I stayed with Pilot, who decided he needed to fill the silence with his voice and tell me over and over again that we needed to go home. I collected our things during the distribution of Holy Communion and went back to the Narthex. Pilot was on a mission and dragged us outside by pushing buttons and having Hero thrilled at his chance for escape. 

Making it home was just fine. Silence descended on the car and when we got to our destination, Hero ate his banana and took a nap. I thought a trip to the park would be fun for Pilot and I but he had no interest in such matters. I pulled out the bubbles and we went the back yard but that wasn't a success either as he couldn't get the bubbles to stop popping. 

I was thankful when lunch rolled around and I could get Pilot to cooperate a bit. He tucked into his sandwich and I got Hero up from his nap. The boys ate and Pilot went down for his nap. By this time I was feeling fatigued over the drama of being two and settled down for the drama of a one year old. 

Then, hurray. My husband decided to go on a walk and took Hero with him. It was a welcome break from everyone for about 30 minutes. I got an inch on my knitting done and half an episode of Living Life with Dr Ray watched. 

At Hero's second nap time, in which he quietly played in his crib the whole time, I got my husband to watch the pilot episode of Covert Affairs. Haha! I'm hoping to convert him to watching it all. 

Nap time over for both I suddenly ran out of energy and begged my husband to please take over and let me take a nap. That being granted, as long as I left my electronics and books behind, I laid down in hopes to making it to dinner time. No such luck. Pilot picked off a scab, from trying to wear shoes that were too small, and bled all over the playroom. My husband trucked him off to the bathroom for doctoring and I cleaned up the crime scene. It was a bit funny, because I used the baby wipes to help clean up, and Hero saw them and thought I was going to change his diaper. He laid down and waited for me to do the changing and laid in the mess. Ugh. Now it was clean up the baby and the room. 

Dinner finally arrived and I got the boys hustled off to bed shortly thereafter. I realized that the house was too hot, I was chaffing and getting blisters, sweating, and feeling nauseous. I turned on the air conditioner thanking my lucky stars that we had it as I grew up with a swamp cooler which doesn't have quite the same effect. 

As I'm showering I muse on what I define family sizes to be. I was quite shocked. I know what current society deems them to be but mine are no where close. I laughed and thought I'd share:

Small family: 1-2 children
Mid sized family: 3-5 children
Large family : 6-11 children
Mega family: 12 or more

I wonder how my views will change the more children I have. 

Friday, September 13, 2013

Isn't this an awesome photo?


Somehow, I just love this photo. Here is little Hero looking up at his Grammie who is in the loft (a whole story above the top of the steps that are visible). His feet and head look huge compared to the rest of his body. 

The other great photo I have is of Pilot


What a face. He's so funny. I have no idea why he's looking at the camera this way. 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Bodega Bay Family Trip 2013

At the very end of August through the first week of September our family went to Bodega Bay. It has been a fortunate circumstance that my husband's great aunt owns a beach house that she built a few decades back with three other ladies. None of them ever had any children, so all the extended families have been using the house as a sleep over place while going to visit the ocean and beach.

It's a very cozy little house with an amazing amount of room for people to sleep. While my husband and I did not sleep at the house until Labor Day, we camped at a nearby campground, the rest of the family bunked at the house. All in total we had 8 adults and 7 little kids (all under the ages of 4). It was a whirl wind of activity and so much fun was to be had.

It was a bit chilly at the campsite:




Here is a sweet photo of my father-in-law with Hero at the campsite:


All the older boy cousins in Hero's playard:


The girls decided they wanted to be in a picture as well so we caught all of the cousins but the 6 month old baby on the stairs: 


Then it was off to Salmon Creek Beach with Pilot in the lead:


Kites were flown:


Hero was tickled with the sand, he loved it so much:




Pilot enjoyed the water and the sand too (the water is about 55 degrees on a warm day - you need a wet suit to surf):






We adults sat around and supervised (my pregnant self is in pink):




Crab hunting and cooking:







Everyone had to go home to go to work but we stayed a few more days and my parents came to visit with us. Pilot and Hero were very happy to have more room:








When it was time for nap Hero was not amused:


We put a quiet movie on for Pilot who snuggled with his Papa:


For dinner Hero had some rice and showed off his funny faces:




Pilot loved this little horn hanging from the thermostat:


Playing Yahtzee after dinner:





A trip to Goat Rock beach the next day:





A last walk with Pilot before going home:






Protests were made about going home:



It all ended with a scenic drive home through Sonoma and Napa Valley: