The BOYS Are Back in Town...


Friday night brought Grampy and Grammy back to the ranch with the van loaded to the hilt with our BOYS.
Super excited to see their sister again, Boys.
Over the top happy to be HOME again, Boys.
And while we have entered an entirely new level of CRAZY in this house....OH. My. Word.....the love that these three boys have for their baby sister is really just the most adorable thing ever.  And while, at times, it's actually a little bit over the top...it really is just precious.
Kaden keeps saying:  "She is just SO precious.  Even when she cries, she's cute, isn't she?"
And Jesse says:  "I am WILD to hold her!"  (Meaning, he can hardly wait his turn).
Right now, Ransom is content to kiss her on top of the head whenever he walks by, and calls it good.
And sometimes, he even likes to give her "five kithes."
Mama likes to "fo-hawk" her hair.
The boys like to keep it flat.
"Here's five kithes for my baby London Faith...."
And off he goes to play his trains....

This is them the very first night they got home.
Taking turns holding her...oohing and aaahing.
Commenting on how "tiny she is!"
Saying "Pink is a really good color for her....because she's a girl, and all...."
 And this is pretty much what little London's day looks like.....
 It is very, very hard to be a baby.....
In this picture....both she and Jesse are sleeping.  Most precious thing ever.
Grammy was beside herself worrying that London would slide right out of his sleeping arms...
And so now we have established some ground rules:

~ When her eyes are closed - they are closed for a reason.  They are NOT to be pried open.
~ When she is sleeping in her Moses basket upstairs, she does NOT need to be checked on.
~ When she is melting down in the evenings...she doesn't really want to be "loved on" right then.
~ Anytime after 7:00 a.m. the Hoolies may come upstairs for London snuggles.  Before then, she is sleeping.
~ Only Kaden may carry her down the stairs....and this is only when Daddy and Grammy aren't looking. :0)

And when she is alert and happy...snuggle away...for as long as she can take it.
This girl - oh goodness - she will be well loved.
She is already...
A big huge brother with his baby sister...oh goodness.
Melt my heart to pieces.
And so here we are, a family of six.
Crazy.

The Story of Us.

Well, my Love...

You are my first little baby that gave me a couple of "false alarms" before we got down to the real work of having us meet each other face to face.  For days before you were born, I wondered if "tonight would be the night."  I have always had Braxton Hicks contractions, but with you I said that they were on crack...  I'll explain what I mean by that..... never..  Anyway...

On Wednesday morning, your brothers and I went to see our midwife.  She said that I was 2 cm. dilated, completely thinned out, and your head was engaged.  According to Miss Diane...we were just waiting on you.  So, we had a fairly busy day with running some errands and doing a bit of gardening.  And all day long, I could feel the imminence of your arrival.  The boys went to AWANA in the evening and Daddy worked late.  Mama paid attention to you and to her body that was changing, and I got the remainder of my home in order.  Bags packed, laundry caught up, kitties fed.  That evening, your brothers didn't get to bed until after 9:30, and Daddy and I didn't get to bed until after 10:30 ~ which is really super late for all of us around these here parts; but Wednesday is just a crazy day...

And long about 11:00 p.m, I knew.
I knew that within a few short hours, I would be holding you in my arms...
And I knew that I wouldn't be getting any sleep until I met you...
So, I went downstairs to take a bath.

Mama has always gone into labor in the middle of the night, and it's just the way I like it.  The house is quiet, everyone is sleeping, and I can be by myself  - to work and to process.  To ponder and to pray.  But that night was different - because neither Daddy or I had fallen asleep yet.  So, when I didn't come back up to bed after an hour or so of being gone, Daddy came looking for me.  Which totally stressed me....

Daddy is more cautious than Mama.  Mama would like to just walk through the doors of the hospital and have the midwife have just enough time to "catch" you.  Daddy doesn't want to do the delivering by himself on the side of the road.  So, we had some "discussions."  I told him to go back to bed.  He thought he should call Grampy and Grammy.  I told him that it wasn't time yet.  He said he'd rather be safe than sorry.  I told him that he was stressing me.  He said that he'd rather drive the 45 minutes and get into the town and then I could make the call as to when I admitted myself.  I reminded him that I don't like hospitals.  He reminded me that that is why we chose this one that's almost an hour away - because I can call the shots.  I said I wanted to call the shots here and stay a little longer.  He said if he had let me call the shots with your brothers, he would have been the one to catch all of them...

So I said, "Fine."

So, Grampy and Grammy came.  We took a few pics in the kitchen, and we hit the road around 2:30 in the morning.  The drive was quiet - there was no traffic and the weather was warm.  We could smell rain in the air, and I loved that I was having a spring baby.  Daddy prayed for me.  I was nervous.  And at about 3:30, into the hospital we walked.

I tested positive for the Group B strep anyway, so it was good that we got there a bit early.  It took the antibiotic 1 hour to get all the way into me, and then the "ideal" plan is for it to be in my system for 4-8 hours before you are born.  We knew that would never happen, but the goal was to at least get one full dose of the medication.  They hooked me up to the baby monitor just for twenty minutes to make sure that you were doing okay, and then they gave us our own private room - which wasn't even a birthing room - to be alone while the antibiotic was getting to you.

I had planned on having a water birth, but when my midwife told me that it could potentially slow down labor, I decided that I would just stay put.  My midwife arrived - the same one who delivered Ransom, and the one who knows me well - and said:  "I know that you like to labor in a cave, so I will leave you alone until it's time, and if you want to - you can have that baby right here in this room."  And it was then and there that I knew I loved her.  So, Daddy and I quietly worked together until around 6:30 when Jane checked me and said that as soon as my water broke we would be good to go.  I told her that she could break it, I asked for a mirror, and at 6:44 in the morning, I watched the miracle of you being born into this world and into my arms...

And Jane let me be the one to catch you.
London Faith...
Our own dear Mama's Namesake...

I have said time and again and I'll say it once more -- I have no idea how a woman, especially, can carry a baby for nine months within her and then experience the miracle of birth -- and somehow still deny the existence of God.  How else can this miracle be described except for the fact that we have a Creator?

You truly are "fearfully and wonderfully made...My soul knows it full well."...
My 8 pound, 1 ounce - 20 1/2 inch long Baby Girl Miracle...
Skin to skin we met.
And face to face we looked.
They placed you onto me, and there you stayed for hours - No rush to weigh you.  No rush to bathe you.  No rush to take temperatures or to poke or to prod.

You were mine...and you were Daddy's.
And we fell in love...

Daddy shoved his bed close to mine.  We held hands, and we held you close...
And right then and there all three of us fell asleep together.
You were here.  You were safe.  All was well.  And we crashed hard.
After about an hour of just being together - napping and whispering....looking you all over from head to foot... and trying to figure out which brother you looked like - we called our Mamas and your brothers, and within the hour you were invaded with love!  Kaden's first words when he saw you (after looking at me and saying:  "Wow! your belly is SO much smaller!") were:  "Ooooh!  She is SO precious!"  And Jesse's first words when he saw you (after looking at me and asking:  "Do you have ANOTHER one in there?!!") were:  "Can I hold her forever and ever?"  And Ransom's first words when he saw you (after eyeballing my breakfast and asking if I would like to share my Raisin Bran) were:  "I loooooove London Faith!"

You will be well loved, sweet girl...
The stats - complete with my Dad's grafitti all over the place...
Both of Mama's brothers drove 3+ hours to surprise me at the hospital.  They took off work, packed up their sweet families, and we had ourselves a family reunion right there in our hospital room.  It was precious.  It was special.  And there is just nothing like watching your immediate family welcome - with wide open arms - a brand new little member into the fold.

Kisses and peeks at you...
Words of love and of protection...
Ooohing and aahing -- and figuring out who you look like.
The big boys in my family telling me that they're proud of me...
Your three big brothers shyly looking you all over and loving on you -- in awe just like we are...
Welcome to our world, London Faith.
Welcome to your family.
We are imperfect, and we make a whole lot of mistakes...
But you will never, ever doubt our love for you...
And we will be forever thankful for you....

Our baby gift of Joy.

These First Few Days...

There's a reason why this little blog space has been so quiet around here these past few days.

You see.....
THIS happened:

On Thursday morning, I was birthed into being a Mama of this wee bitty baby girl...and for the past few days, the world has just kind of stopped spinning...or rather, it's just begun spinning circles around this little gift of wonder...and I have lost all track of time...
At some point, I'll share her story...Our story.

And at some point, I'll get to all that laundry...and maybe my garden...and that stack of growing dishes...
I'll change my blog name...and I'll take that shower.  I'll cook a meal...and I'll sweep that floor...
But, my own sweet Mama and Dad swooped down and scooped the three (very smitten) big brothers up and took them away for a few days - back to their house for some adventures...and camping...and fishing...and hot dog roasting.  Some four-wheeling...and treat eating...and movie watching...and Grampy and Grammy bonding time....

And I have been left with strict instructions to rest and to SAVOR....
So...while part of me feels like something (some three things, actually) is missing...another part of me is so very thankful for these few days to really bond and truly savor this little one in a way that I wouldn't have been able to do otherwise.

And so that's what I've been doing.
Drinking in.
Looking long.
Holding close.
Listening and learning...
Stubborn little feet that would NOT cooperate...
Savoring this intensely feisty little bit of pink...
Taking naps with her...
Rocking her close.
Memorizing her smell.
Knowing those movements that were once within me...
Enjoying these few moments alone.

With a body tired, but a heart that is full to bursting...
With hands so very full, holding a gift that no words can express...

And feeling so very thankful.


Let's Talk About Sex...

Buckle your seatbelts.
Here we go...

If Kev goes to work in the morning and reads the title of this post first thing, he very well may just about lose his breakfast.  He's a bit more - er, "private" than me - shall we say, when it comes to us spewing our lives out over the internet for all of the world to see.  I'm kind of an open book.  He's......not.  Like at all.

But, no worries, Lovey....  It's not what you think.  (I think...)  I just like to get your heart racing a wee bit first thing in the morning.  It's a nice little bit of cardio to start your day.  No need for a caffeine rush... just read your wife's blog.

I am so good for that man....

Anyway...
Back to the title of my post.

There is a series of children's books that, for some time now, I have been wanting to purchase for Kev and I to read through with the boys.  It's a series of four books - broken down by age appropriateness and age readiness - on God's design for sex.  And before I go any further - and especially before anyone reads on any further - I am fully aware that this is a super personal and potentially controversial topic.  I also know that it's potentially a somewhat embarrassingly awkward and unfamiliar territory to travel as parents with our children.  So, I am just writing to share what we as a family are planning on doing with our Littles...

It's actually pretty new and unfamiliar territory for us, as well, right now.
But, I think it's time to at least start the process...
Especially with London on her way...and the questions that seem to keep coming.  :0)

My kids will be growing up in a generation completely different from my own.  Of this, I am fully aware.  I went to public school all the way up through high school, but I would say - on the whole - it wasn't really until my Junior and even more so, my Senior Year where my class began to "lose its innocence," so to speak...and even then..I would say that it wasn't a huge majority of my classmates who were experimenting with sex and drugs.  (Maybe it was more than I am aware.  All I know is that I didn't feel like a crazy weird fish out of water because of my virginity status.  I had many other friends who played this same game, as me).

Kids nowadays?  Holy weirdness if you're still a virgin when you graduate.  In fact, it's kind of a goal  - a check-off of sorts, that most kids want to "get rid of."  It's a casual expectation to just "hook up," and it's just something "you do" if you really like someone.  The more women you have slept with, the bigger the man that you are...and the more men that you have been with, the higher up the food chain you are in the pecking order of women.

Sex is not being taught to our kids as something that is special and of value to be saved for "the One" someday down the road.  This entire concept of "saving ourselves" and of "waiting" - of it being a beautiful gift to be unwrapped by one special person on our wedding night is an archaic idea at best... not to mention that it's something that society believes our kids are incapable of doing so why even try to introduce the concept of abstinence, anyway?  Instead of talking about it - like really and truly sitting down, looking our kids in the eyes, and talking about it - let's just throw a condom at them and tell them to make sure "they protect."

I want more than this for my children.
In fact, I want a lot more than this...

So.  Knowing full well that I am bucking society's trend...and knowing also that there is a very good chance that maybe one or even all of my children may not go into their wedding night as virgins -- and I would love them no less, if this were the case, mind you -- I also feel a deep passion and burden to raise my boys to be a different breed in today's world of young men.

I want to raise them to be gentlemen.  To treat young women as ladies - as gifts to be treasured and honored.  And if and when they do fall head over heals for someone- until they place that ring on her finger, and until they watch her walk down that aisle on her Daddy's arm, and until her Daddy gives her over to them and she willingly changes her name to his and says "I do" to a lifetime of forever...until then....what she has to offer will not be theirs to take or to even ask for.

Until then, I want them to wait.
In fact, I will expect this.
And...I want them to not only wait until they find the one that their soul loves...
But I want them to wait until their wedding night before they make love.

And to help with the waiting...I want them to view and to treat any girl that they ever spend time with as they would want some other boy treating their baby sister when it's just the two of them alone together -- or as they would want some other man treating their future wife right now.

I also want to raise my daughter to have the standard and view of herself that she deserves someone who will wait for her, and fight for her, and not ask to take something from her that is not his to rightfully have.  I want her to view her virginity as a prized possession and as the greatest gift that she can give to her husband some day...and I want her to see it, not as a goal to "get rid of" so that she can be like everyone else...but as a gift to be protected and to be given to only One.  I want to raise her to expect high standards from the boy that she falls in love with.

Lofty goals?  To be sure.
Crazy scandalous?  Yep.  Especially in today's society.
Impractical and something that they will not be capable of doing?  No, it's not.

Kev and I were "an item" for four years before we tied the knot.  And. we. waited.  He respected me.  He didn't ask to have something that wasn't his to have.  And I didn't offer to him something that would cause him to have a hard time saying no too.  By God's grace, it's possible.  We got married for the right reasons, and sex became the bonus.  When sex comes first, things get confusing.  And convoluted.  Things get messy and really hard to untangle.  You give away your soul...and then it's hard to walk away - even if you know you maybe should.  If sex can stay out of the picture, it's a whole lot easier to use your brain and to think with your head...to make the right decisions... and to save yourself a whole whack of heartbreak.

And I know our waiting was hugely as a result - and a ginormous kudos - to the influence of our parents.  My mother, especially, ingrained it in my head from the youngest of ages that waiting was a good thing.  Only good could come from it.  It was nothing to be ashamed of.  It would save me scars and heartache.  It would save my marriage from baggage.  If a boy didn't respect my "no," than he wasn't worth my time.  And that - if ever I was mocked or ridiculed because of my virginity status - to remember that at any time I wanted I could "be like them" - I could join their club and give away what they gave away - but they could never again get back what they had given and what I still had.

And she taught me to respect myself.  She taught me to have high standards and lofty goals in the man whose name I would one day share.  She taught me to "treat every date as a potential mate" and that if - in my gut - I couldn't honestly see myself marrying this man or I couldn't see him as the kind of Father I would want to have to be the Daddy of my children....then it was pointless to waste my time and heart energy on him.

Cocky and harsh?  I don't think so.  Deciding who you will marry someday is one of the biggest decisions you'll ever make in your life.  It's not like picking out a family pet.  It's hopefully a forever choice.  The spouse that my kids marry someday - my heart's desire is for their marriage to be for life. I want them to love with such a deep passion that they would follow their spouse to the Ends of the Earth and that they would be willing to die for each other. I want them to have thought and prayed long and hard before they make their choice...and I want them to be able to make this choice with clear heads and clear consciences - not because there's a baby on the way or because they just can't keep their hands off of each other.

But before this can happen...they have to choose wisely.  And they have to have high standards.
They have to weed out the wheat from the chaff...

This is how I will be raising my children.
This is the standard that will be set in our home.
These are the conversations that we will be having...

Again....will it come to pass for all four of our kids?  Statistics shockingly prove otherwise.
Statistics also show that marriage as a whole is on the rocks - nationwide and across the board.  It's something that needs to be fought for -- even after we choose wisely -- and even if we can manage to wait.  That is still not a recipe for "success," by any means.

But because marriage is such hard work, anyway...
And because it's a lifelong investment...
Because scars and baggage happen...because we're messed up people living in a whacked out world...
And because there's so much junk - at every corner - that has potential to make us fall and fail...

It would be pretty awesome to have just a few less scars to bring into the marriage bed with them.
A few less questions, less hurts, and a handful of fewer insecurities.
No-one and nothing to compare each other to...
Learning and finding their way together...
Trust, in this one area anyway, strong and true...

I believe it's worth the fight.
And, this is still what I will fight for.
No matter what society and statistics say.

Again...if it doesn't happen - I will love them no less.  I can't live my kids' lives for them - I can only guide and direct.  They will choose their own paths for their lives.  And if a pregnancy ever took place - I would expect my boys to man up and take responsibility, and I would walk that road with my daughter.  There would be sadness, but mostly for their sakes, because I know that they could have saved themselves some heartache.  However, we are family, and they are my children, and there is nothing that they could ever ever do that would change my view of them or my love for them.

Waiting - or not - will not make them any better or any "less than" anyone else.
It is not necessarily a recipe for "success in life."
Nor will it be a guaranteed success story for their marriage.
I just think it's the best decision to be made...and it can save a lot of heartache and pain - both for themselves and potentially for the one whom they will one day marry.

Let me also loudly say, that nor do I believe - for a single second - that if my kids went into their marriages not having saved themselves.... or if they did - but their spouse didn't - or vice versa.... or that if their marriage one day ends in divorce..... or that if an unplanned pregnancy takes place during sometime in their college years... that they will have forever lost their ticket to happiness.

To my core, I believe that God is a God of second chances...and that bringing beauty out of ashes and redemption out of heartache is His specialty.  I have seen this beautifully lived out in the lives of so many loved ones who have amazingly awesome relationships and second chance marriages.  He loves to take the beautiful messes of our lives and bring about awesome things.

He is crazy awesome like that.

I just think that it's good - it's right and necessary, even - to set high standards for our kids.  I think this other way - this whole idea of abstinence - needs to be talked about.  I think we can expect more from today's generation than we do.  Knowing full well that nothing and no-one is perfect...and knowing full well that we live a messed up world...we can take the lessons learned from our lives...and the heartaches played out as a result of mistakes we've made and lessons we have learned...and we can teach our kids a different way.

And I think it all starts at HOME.
Our kids will learn about -- everything -- from somewhere.
I would rather have them hear about it from us, first....and about the way it was all originally intended to be.

(Thoughts?  Opinions?  Lay it on me...I can take it).

To be continued...

Weekending...

My MOST favorite place to be.
It's late, and all of my boys are sleeping.  The Largest and the Smallest in their beds...and the two biggest Hoolie boys are camping out on the porch in their tent.  Good times.  I am up with what has become my traditional cup of "calm" tea to try and convince my restless legs to stop running marathons and go to sleep with the rest of my body and household.  It's become a nightly routine for us.  A date with the quiet, and preparation for what's to come, methinks.  It's been awhile since I've been up every few hours in the night.  Almost four years, to be exact.  But my body -- she is remembering.
My first gift of flowers of the season.  Dandelion Days have begun...
Tomorrow marks the 39th week of this pregnancy.  Crazy.  In some ways I feel like my butt has gotten a little bit kicked with this baby...but in other ways the weeks have flown by the fastest this time, as well.  Only one more week - give or take - with a baby kicking and moving within me.  Just a few more days, and then maybe never again will I feel that growing and expanding - that stretching and the sharing of my body with another.  It's kind of a bittersweet feeling, really.  I am sensing the closing of a chapter, and it makes me kind of sad.

So, while I joke and tease...and while I truly do feel ready to meet this little one face to face...
I am also trying to slow and really savor these last few moments of having her within me.
And I am savoring the time with my family of "just five," - before we morph into something new...something really great....but something different than what we know right now, as well.

Change always makes me thoughtful.
It always makes me sentimental and reflective.
So, that's kind of what I did this weekend.

I took it slow.  I was reflective.  I enjoyed my Loves.  I watched.  I listened.
And I was present...(when I wasn't napping...)
Beets are in the ground.  Ooooh, the bending...
Excited for steamed beet greens, beets for juicing, beets for pickling, and beets for sharing.
We took it slow and simply.  No Epic day trips, and no crazy adventures.
Just us as a family being together.
My little broody hen.  I hear ya, Sweets.
On Friday, all three Littles and I went to the Midwife together and then out to Chinese for lunch.  My own sweet Mama gave me twenty bucks for Mother's Day - which I told her was crazy, because I'm not her mother - but there was no discussion with her.  So, I told my Loves there's no other place I would rather spend said money than on their favorite food and on having a little date with the tri-fecta of boys and me!

Ransom went down for a nap at Grampy and Grammy's after this, and my two big Hoolies and I extended our date until we had to get Kev.  We went to a sweet little movie together, we hit the Dollar Store, and we went and petted (and almost bought) a baby goat at Blue Seal.

Oh my word.  The cuteness.
I was oh. so. very. tempted...

Then, after we picked up Daddy from work, we drove down to the river and let them fish for a bit while we waited for Ransom to wake up.  Five bass later...and we all agreed that it was a love-o-ly day.
Peepers in the air.
Sounds of the rushing river.
Sitting on the bank and watching my Loves doing what they love to do...
Dee-lightful.

And Saturday we vegged.
I highly recommend it.

Sleeping in, a big breakfast, and a whole lot of simple puttering around the house.
Sometimes it's nice to do that.

The boys rode bikes, built a bonfire, played on the swingset, chased the chickens, and just ran wild and free, while Kevy and I checked some things off of our "to-do" lists, stopped for a fireside picnic, did a little bit of mowing - trying to get this show on the road -, a little bit of gardening, and little bit of getting things in order for summer...and for London's debut...
Daddy and his big helper Ransom putting on the trailer hitch for Grampy's old boat.
And, then we ended the day with ice cream for supper.
Oh, yes we did.
First time in my career as a Mama...but it won't be my last.
Fo Sho'.

And the day was topped off with with baths and tenting out on the porch.
Sweet and simple - joy in the small.
And for all of it, I am thankful.
~ Weekends of sunshine, and of being outside.
~ Counting down the days...feeling like Christmas.
~ Bonfires and chicken sausages.
~ The smell of smoke in their hair - and dirt on their feet.
~ Working in the garden.
~ Bare feet - grass stained and running wild.
~ Ice cream for supper - and little boy delight.
~ Chickies roaming free.
~ Dates with my boys.
~ Fishing success.
~ Sweet little movies and candy...
~ Healthy baby, healthy Mama.
~ Naptimes.
~ Simple suppers on the back porch.
~ Bedtime prayers - and kisses on my belly.
~ Cozy coffee mornings - and hanging in our p.j.'s.
~ Brother friends tenting outside.
~ And sharing the same bed another night because the younger had a scary dream.
~ Popcorn and conversation in bed while the rest of the house sleeps.
~ Restless legs, a quiet house, time to think.....

#5066-5085 ~ My Joy Journey.

One With the Dirt...

My dear, sweet neighbor, Mr. Lew came over the other day and tilled my garden plot for me.  He's such a dear old soul.  I never even asked him to do it...I just looked out the window, and there's this sweet eighty year old man out in my back yard - plowing up my ground for me.  How I love him.

I pay him in coffee and cookies.
And games of Cribbage...and jam and maple syrup.
We like our deals.
Behold, ye garden plans for this season.

I'm going smaller this year...with much more space between my rows for wee Hoolies to wander through and not trample over things.  And I am learning what we eat a ton of...and what tends to go to waste.

Did you know that you are supposed to rotate your crops every year?  You take nutrients out of your soil if you plant the same things in the same rows every year...so says, Lew.  You should actually wait seven years before you repeat the same veggy planting.  I feel like that's kind of impossible with a smallish garden...

Also, did you know that tomatoes and potatoes share the same diseases, so you shouldn't plant them near each other or in the same rows that the others were planted in?

And did you know that the old timer's recommend planting your corn in rows of four for better cross pollination?  I know that corn is a hot topic of debate for its health benefits, (or lack thereof)....but me and my boys, we love ourselves some fresh picked corn on the cob...so, corn it shall be planted.  And coons, they shall be shot if they partake of said corn before I get my hands on it.

Also, did you know that green peppers should be planted in two rows, side by side, close enough so that when they grow to full size their leaves touch - for better cross pollination, as well?  And you shouldn't plant your cukes next to your squash and zucchini -- else some major funky veggies shall cross-breed?

I knew none of this before Lew was in my life...
My goal to have in the ground before London's appearance.  The peas have made it.  The beets are still waiting.
I typically wait until the end of May to plant my entire garden.  Mostly because I like to just get everything done in one fell swoop and am never on top of things like I would like to be, in the first place.  Lew likes to plant his piece-meal, and he especially likes to get his peas, beets, swiss chard, and radishes in early.  He's especially happy if a little frost or even snow hits these veggies once they are planted, too.  He calls this a "poor man's fertilizer."

Who knew?  Not me.
10 rows staked out and measured....roughly 3-4 feet in between each row.
Well... him being over the other day...combined with some gorgeous weather we've been having...combined with me itching to get my fingers in the earth...along with wanting to help get this baby out of my belly...

...all those things combined, found me and my wee-est Hoolie playing in the dirt the other day.  My two larger Hoolies were busy occupying themselves with slip-n-sliding in their undies.  Priorities, you know...
Sugar Snap Peas.  Deee-lish.
So, Sir Rancey Pants and I did just the tiniest bit of planting together.  And - oh, it was lovely.  I really do love gardening.  Which totally and completely cracks me up because as a kid we always had these ginormous gardens which was the responsibility of my brothers and I to keep weeded.  And oh. how. I. hated. that. chore.  I can so clearly remember telling myself that when I got old enough to decide for myself "how I was going to live my life" (oh brother...) I would never. ever. voluntarily choose to plant and weed something that required so much work and that was the absolute bane of my existence...

My, how things change.  Ha!
Now I find it soothing...and almost miraculous, really - seeing something that I just stuck in the ground actually grow....and multiply...and feed my whole little family.  I love it.
My little "Helper."
The peas shall be thick this year, methinks.....
My entire idea of "perfection" has also long ago flown out the window.
We are now a "good enough" and "get 'er done" kind of a family.
Growth.  It's good for the soul.
"Thee, Mama!!!  It'ths PEATHS!!!  For my tummy!"
Notice also the crocs on the wrong feet....because "I can do it MYTHELF!!!"

You thure can, Love.  You thure can....
And now here's an "According to Lew" tidbit about peas:

He suggests you to plant them (in his words: "strew them") in two rows, about three inches apart, and then in the middle of those rows, place a stake and a bunch of wire for them to climb up on either side.  We did this last year, and it worked out well....although my poles and wire were only about four feet high, and the peas climbed to about five or six feet. Overall, though...the two rows on either side were a smashing success...more veggies with less space used.  Win win.
And here in this picture you can clearly see why I would never make it as a seamstress.  I can not sew...nor "sow"...a straight row or line to save my soul.  I was not drunk when I planted this half row of peas.  I honestly and truly thought  - with great pride, mind you - that I was planting an amazingly straight row.

It is what it is.
The mantra of my life.
NO trespassing for the girls....  They are less than impressed.
And so now, the peas at least, are in the ground.  I shall bribe Kevy to put some stakes and mesh wire up between them within the next couple of days....and if we have only peas this year, well, then peas it shall be!

My sweet and protective Mama can't believe that I'm having a garden this year.  It's actually stressing her just a wee bit.  To which I replied:  "Mother dearest....I am having a baby.  I am NOT dying."  And my expectations are very low, so I'm not worried.  I fully expect weeds to flourish....things to die...and my veggies to feel sadly neglected.  However, I shall still have a wee garden, because it makes me happy.
Giving birth, also makes me happy....
Just sayin'.