Friday, October 17, 2014

Seventeen Days Later: A Home Tour

Thanks to copious help from friends and Nemo's coworkers, our move to our new house went fairly smoothly. I can't believe it's been over two weeks!

Some of you have been asking for pictures of the new digs, and now that most of the boxes have been unpacked (or cleverly hidden), I am more than happy to oblige.

The house is a colonial built about 45 years ago. Much of it is dated, and we had PLANNED on doing some updating before we moved in, namely replacing the flooring. What with one thing and another we didn't get to it and likely won't for several more years now. BUT! I did manage to paint all the bedrooms and Nemo installed ceiling fans and replaced some outlets.

So! Welcome.

 To the left of the entryway is a nice-sized office...

Off to a good start,  huh? Don't worry; it gets better.  

To the right of the entryway is the living room...

Which leads into the formal dining room.

Since I am morally opposed to feeding toddlers in a carpeted room, the dining room has become the library/sewing room. This is likely as tidy as it will ever get. 

I just now got my sewing machines out of storage a few days ago, and I hope to get my Etsy shop up and running again within the week. Sorry to everyone who has been waiting!

Then we have the kitchen.

 It's certainly a step up from the kitchen in our rental, but of course if we had unlimited time and money we would definitely rip it all out and start again. It's just what we do.

The eat in kitchen, good for eating in and also playing board games. CJ is completely obsessed with Blokus at the moment.

Off off the kitchen is the family room, which contains Nemo's new BFF: a functional wood-burning fireplace. We've had a few fires so far this season and it IS quite cozy. And no doubt good to have in the event of a snow-related power outage. This is Wisconsin, after all.

The family room also contains my new BFF, the red couch. We had some camp chairs set up in the there while I was obsessively checking Craigslist for reasonably priced sofa that didn't look like it was covered in various frat party substances. They were few and far between, let me tell you. 

So I wandered into a legit furniture store one day (with both kids in tow, oy) and purchased this one from the clearance section for about the same amount that I would have spent on a nice, used sofa on Craigslist. Score! One can never have too many places to nap, I always say.

To the left of the playroom is the garage, a powder room, and (contain yourselves, ladies) a laundry room! Note that it's not in a basement and there is nary a spider's web to be seen.

 At the far end of the hall upstairs is...

...Noni's room, aka "Where all the cool kids hang out and try to cheat death".

I ordered fabric for curtains like two weeks ago, but thanks to some sort of clerical error the order never got shipped. They assure me that it's on it's way now (sure, sure) so hopefully I will be able to retire the quilt-curtains before too long. 


...and CJ's room.

At the near end of the hall is the guest room/future baby room.

Then there's the master suite.

There as some feng shui issues we need to work out, but there's one thing that I am definitely OK with:

It's a beautiful thing.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Riddle Me This

It's time for a fun game of DIAGNOSE EVA! Here are some symptoms for you to write on your white board...

Clue #1
Our credit card company put a block on our card due to suspicious activity, which was actually me sending Nemo out to the store for just one thing: Spaghetti-Os, Ramen Noodles, and Wendy's cheeseburgers, etc. Apparently innumerable small charges on a credit card is a red flag for fraud...but in this case, it was something completely different.

Clue #2
Nemo and I recently started watching Star Trek: The Next Generation, and I couldn't help but notice some stunning physical similarities between myself and the android Mr. Data.

Namely, we both have pale, greenish-tinged complexions. I'm also finding that I have a hard time getting jokes lately.

Clue #3
Netflix keeps condescendingly asking me if I am STILL watching Buffy/Ripper Street/The Paradise.  Why yes, I am, Netflix, NOW STEP OFF BEFORE YOU GET HURT.

Clue #4
CJ and Noni have conveniently fallen in love with The Tigger Movie. They obligingly watch it every day after lunch so I can I zonk out for 77 wonderful minutes. Sometimes I wake up to someone driving a toy truck across my face, but mostly not. 

Clue #5
The other night I wanted to put hot sauce on my mashed potatoes. Luckily I started to feel pukey about seven seconds after having this thought, so I didn't follow through.

Did you guess it?

We are thrilled that we will be welcoming another HumbleBaby to the outside world this Spring! 

I had to get an ultrasound to date the pregnancy, because what with the cross-country move and everything, I kind of lost track of things. The baby is around 12 weeks now, and should be making his/her appearance sometime in April. 

We've given the baby the nickname of "Ender". Major nerd points if you know why:)

This all might seem strange, given my history and also this recent post. I really can't explain it, but somehow, despite everything, I got a mad case of baby fever. 

I am excited, and very thankful, but that's not to say I'm not also anxious. Prayers and positive thoughts are very much appreciated!

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Friday, September 19, 2014

These kids today

I rarely write posts just about the kids, but now that we are tragically far away from a large cohort of our friends and family, I thought I would put together a little update on these kids of ours.

CJ started going to nursery school two mornings a week, and he is just in hogs' heaven. When I come to pick him up he gives me the stink eye and says, "No, mom. Don't come back." Warms the cockles of my heart.

While CJ is at school Noni and I go to a "Mommy and Me" gymnastics class at the local Little Gym. My little anti-socialite is doing very well and having lots of fun. She sometimes even allows the teacher to help her on the equipment. If you've ever met her in person, you'll know that this is HUGE.

Her teacher says that she is ahead of the curve when it comes to "hanging on". I am not surprised at all, little barnacle that she is.

It should be noted that Noni doesn't usually use a pacifier, so this picture is pretty funny to me. She never got the hang of them as a baby, but she found this one somewhere a while back and seemed curious about it, so I washed it off so she could play with it. Now you'd think she was born with that thing in her mouth.

Noni started calling CJ "Nah-Noo", which invariably gives him a temper tantrum because that is NOT his name. It's close to his real name (we don't actually call him "CJ") but not close enough for his taste.

Noni is started to progress quite a bit with her language skills, but not quickly enough for CJ. The other day he handed Noni a toy and she very politely said, " 'ank you." CJ got in a horrible snit about it. "No! You can't say  'ank you! There's a T-H in it!"

He really shouldn't be throwing stones, though, because he refers to my Kindle as a "Tingle".


We recently discovered that Noni is allergic to peanuts. A few months ago I gave the kids peanut butter with their snack, which I rarely do because peanut butter is messy and I am lazy. Anyway, after snack was cleared away, this happened:

Any skin that came in contact with the PB got really red, swollen, and itchy--she also got some in her left eye, as you can see in the picture. 

A trip to the allergist confirmed it. Allergic. Not life threateningly so, at the moment, but I have an Epi-Pen in my purse now. Bummer.
But there is a silver lining: She isn't allergic to tree nuts! The Nutella can stay!!!


I've got to wrap it up now, because I am headed off to Michigan for the second time this month, but this time on a plane and without bambinos! So say a prayer for Nemo, who will be wrangling them solo this weekend:)

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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

A New Home and a Home Altar

So, you remember when we moved half-way across the country and into a tiny duplex a scant two months ago? Well, we intended on renting for a while but then we started "casually" looking--just for fun, you know.

It's all fun and games until you come across THE perfect house in THE perfect neighborhood--then you have to scramble to get approved for a loan before someone else snatches your dream home (4 beds, 2.5 baths, 1st floor laundry, and a screened-porch. Our wish-list verbatim). So yeah, it's been busy. And it's going to get even busier, because after we close next week we are planning on doing some minor renovations (painting, possibly flooring) before we move in. Fun stuff!

Soon this glitzy chandelier will be all mine.

But before all THAT happened I did this little project! And I'm just getting around to posting it.

I borrowed/stole this print (a detail of Raphael's Sistine Madonna) from my dad when I moved into my "own" place when I was nineteen. She's been with me in every place I've lived ever since! It's much prettier in person.

I had been meaning to put together a home altar for a while, and after a few garage sales I could finally get to work.

I gave everything a few coats of an antique white spray paint--more carefully than I usually do because I didn't want to paint the landlord's grass. I don't much care about my own grass, though.

I replaced the Madonna, put a piece of pretty pink scrapbook paper behind the glass in the smaller frame, gathered what few religious items I could find in our recently-moved mess and...boom.

That is two years worth of palms there, because we never remember to burn them. I'm very glad that they all have a home again--they had been rattling around on my dashboard ever since the big move.

The smaller frame became a makeshift whiteboard. Most--ok, some--days after breakfast CJ helps me come up with a prayer intention list. When he asks for us to pray for Princess Anna I usually substitute a general "people who are lonely".

Sometimes we make it through TEN WHOLE Hail Marys after that:) 

This crucifix has been with me since I was a kid. It is originally from the convent associated with the Parish I grew up in. When the convent closed they held a sale of all it's contents and my dad brought this home for me. 

It ain't much, but it sure makes me happy! Maybe after we move AGAIN I will be able to find my prayer cards and such to add to the shelf. One can hope!

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

That Small Catholic Family

This one's going to get a little Catholic, folks, so BUCKLE UP. Or, you know, click away. No hard feelings.

Lately, Cari Donaldson, one of my favorite Catholic bloggers has published two pieces about family size in the Catholic community, specifically how we in the pro-life culture have a tendency to objectify children and glorify the larger-than-average family. This not only alienates those in the community who don't have the revered "big Catholic family", but is also completely the opposite of what the pro-life culture stands for.

To Cari I say, YES. And thank you. I am so so glad that these posts are out there. They bear a very important message that I hope many people will take to heart.

Lately I have been struggling with some of my own issues related to the "bigger is better" mentality. 

When I was new to the NFP world I was (silently) a little judgey of the young married couples without children. Then, just as all of my friends and peers were starting their families, I was suffering from sub-fertility and multiple miscarriages. I learned the unspeakably hard way that lack of children doesn't always mean a lack of desire for children.

But that isn't the only reason that we need to tone down the baby-worshiping.

I've wanted to mother a large family for as long as I can remember. I came from a large family, and when I was an adult I came to admire the  wonderful Catholic bloggers out there, many of which run a 6+ child household with grace and poise. Some of the best Catholics I know run large families, and that fed into the whole misconception that in order to be a good married Catholic, one must have more than 2.1 children.

Then I got postpartum depression. It wasn't that I felt a little sad or a little worried; I went completely batshit crazy and had to be hospitalized for a week.

I struggled with a lot of things that week (and for innumerable weeks afterward), but what bothered me the most was that my dream of having a large family was dead. Something that had been so close to my heart for so long was abruptly and painfully torn away.

Not only had I lost my desire for more children, but simply seeing stroller on the street or a onesie set at the mall sent me into a full-blown anxiety attack. If ever the thought of another pregnancy entered my mind, my next thought was of throwing myself out a window. That's how bad it was. I made Nemo promise that we would never try for another, which calmed me somewhat--but I was terrified that stopping my child-bearing career at "only" two would label me a Bad Catholic.

Then some time passed, I did a lot of research, and I finally concluded that due to my specific circumstances, I was perfectly justified in practicing NFP to avoid having more children. The lack of desire for more children is not a sin.

Yay! Not a Bad Catholic.

Then more time passed. I've spent over a year reflecting on this issue, and I have come to a conclusion: I don't want my small family size to be "justified". I shouldn't have to defend myself, or feel the need to explain the absence of several more children given my relatively young age and my husband's gainful employment. I want my family, regardless of our numbers, to be loved and cherished by our Catholic community, end of story.

There are many factors that influence a particular Catholic family's size,  and it doesn't have to be something tragic or life threatening in order for it to be "ok". One of the most important things I have learned in the last year is that preferring a small family doesn't make me any less of a person, a mother, or a Catholic. It simply means that I respect the personality God has given me and recognize that it isn't a flaw that must be overcome. Maybe I can't handle more children; that doesn't make me less than a woman who can.

Sometimes it really is God's plan for a family to remain small. But for people like me, it is also necessary to leave our hearts open so we know when the plan has changed. In the past year I went from terrified, to the point of despair, of having another baby to quietly hopeful that we might someday welcome another baby into our home. My heart has truly been changed, and so dramatically that it can be nothing short of a miracle.

But even if we remain "just four", we are more than "ok". We are more than "justified". We are a family. And all families, whether large, small, or childless, are beautiful. Just love them, support them, celebrate them, and pray for them--no matter their numbers.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Potty Training! TP Unravelling! And more. {7QTs}

Linking without thinking over at Jen's.


Because I believe in keeping things real on the internet, here is a picture of what our living area looks like rightthisminute.

We do have furniture now, so, yay!  But due to the new place being roughly half the size of the new one, we are having issues finding places for all of our stuff. I always thought I was a minimalist, but this move has taught me differently.

 While the house leaves something to be desired, the neighborhood is awesome (which is why we picked it). It is very peaceful and the weather has been so great lately that I have been making a habit of going out for a solo walk after we get the kids in bed. Last night the views were particularly nice.

 A neighbor's back yard. Tres jealous.

What you can't see in the picture is that for the last few days the lovely neighborhood has been smelling spectacularly of horseshit.

My theory is that some local green thumb got a delivery of manure for their garden beds, which is great, but boy does it stank.

So, six or seven years ago my bike was stolen right off our then-apartment's porch. We lived a block away from a high school that could be politely described as "INTENSE", and stolen bikes were the least of the police department's worries. Anyway. I never bothered to buy a new one so I haven't biked in over half a decade.

Now, I know many super-cool people that are avid bikers, so when I saw there was a cycling class at my new gym I thought, hey, I'll be super cool too!


broke my tailbone about three years ago, and it still bothers me quite a bit. Somehow I managed to forget that when I was signing up for a class that would require an hour of contact between said tailbone and a narrow seat evidently made out of concrete.
I made it through the class and it really was a great workout, but I just can't bring myself to go back next week. Guess I can't be super cool after all.

Speaking of CJ, I intended on starting to potty train him this weekend due to the impending start of preschool...then I remembered that I don't have a washing machine.

One is supposed to be installed before August 1, so I guess all potty training plans are on hold until then. Thank goodness. I hate changing diapers, but I am really not looking forward to the whole transition.

Speaking of CJ and transitions (poor kid is having a lot of them lately and he is holding up admirably under the pressure), we changed him over from a crib to a toddler bed when we moved. It has been going rather well, other than some early morning wake-ups to explore the new house when we first arrived. We nipped that in the bud and it hadn't been a problem for a while. Then at 4:40-something last night (I don't consider that to be morning and neither should you) he was stomping around the house looking for "Mommmeeeeeeeeee!" and he got very upset when Daddy tried to put him back to bed. Then when I put him back to bed he pretty much zonked right away. I'm thinking sleep walking, and I really hope he doesn't make a habit of it.

The kids don't often disturb my sleep these days, which is good because I do a fine job of disturbing my own sleep. Really really hoping that he doesn't make a habit of it...


Someone unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper all over the powder room and kitchen today. Surprisingly for a household with two toddlers and two cats, this has never happened before. That was super annoying.

Ya'll should know that Brother Francis has a new dvd available over at Herald Entertainment.  If you like to catechize your kids but don't have a lot of time or brain cells, Brother Francis is the guy for you!
That's the news for now. Later gators.

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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The Humblebees Go Glamping


[mass noun] British informal
A form of camping involving accommodation and facilities more luxurious than those associated with traditional camping.

Last Monday the movers packed up most of our stuff and took it away, and we made the move to Wisconsin with only what we could pack in the minivan--which turned out to be quite a lot, actually.

Not even the half of it.
How did we manage to make a 600-mile trip with all this stuff, plus the kids and the cats?

It was a tight fit.

When we were packing our "necessities" for the 10-day gap between when the movers packed up our stuff and when they will deliver it, we seem to have given precedence to Legos and puzzles and and completely forgot about practical things like a cooking pot or silverware. When we got to our new apartment we realized that it didn't have a microwave, and I only just rectified the situation yesterday. My kingdom for the means to make dinner!

Oh! And our apartment is currently devoid of a washer/dryer and it will take the landlord another week to get them installed. I just haven't had the energy to take the kids to a laundromat so...boy do we stink.

The first night without our furniture we discovered that our trusty air mattress had a leak--we noticed this when we woke up at 2am on the floor--which prompted us to go to Target and spring for the mack daddy of air mattresses, plus a memory foam topper. It is very comfortable, as air mattresses go, but I am dying to sleep in my own bed. 

I know it's not exactly like camping, but gosh it is really starting to feel like it.

Thank goodness the movers are scheduled to come first thing tomorrow morning.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

An Interview with a Toddler on the Eve of his Third Birthday

Exactly three years ago I was a full day in to an epic back labor that wouldn't end for another six hours. Fun. Times. But look what I got for my trouble at 3:04 in the A.M. the next day!

Interview with a Toddler

E: Ok CJ, since tomorrow is your birthday I'm going to ask you some very important questions. Are you ready?

C: Yes.

E: Ok, first question. How old are you?

C: I'm freeeeeeee!

E: You're three today? Are you sure? How old are you right now?

C: One

E: Come on, how old are you?

C: I'm twoooo!

E: And how old will be be tomorrow?

C: *Gasps* My happy birrrrthday!

E: Yes, but how old will you be on your happy birthday?

C: Eighty-two!

E: Um, no, you're not eighty-two. Who is eighty two?

C: *grins* Gigi! (My maternal grandmother, who did indeed celebrate her 82nd birthday this month).

E: CJ, where do you live?

C: In mine house. It's yellow and brown.

E: And what is your favorite thing to do?

C: I don't know...that says "do". (I gave him  his own copy of the questions and he was busy trying to read it and thus not very focused on the task at hand).

E: What makes you happy?

C: Mommy! (Awwww...)

E: And what makes you sad?

C: I don't know. I just....1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.....(reading the questionnaire again). 

E: Ok fine. What makes you scared?

C: Chick-fil-a. (He climbed way up in the play structure there a few weeks ago and was too scared to come down.)

E: what is your favorite book?

C: Old McDonald book

E: Which one is that? (we don't own such a book).

C: I don't know.

E: Ok, which story do you want me to read at bedtime tonight?

C: Two stories.

E: But which ones??? Do you want me to read you "War and Peace"?

C: Yeah.

E: Who do you love, CJ?

C: Mommy! (Awwww!!!)1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 . . .

E., what do you want to do for work when you grow up?

C: Be math teacher!!! (ya think???)

E: What does Daddy do for work?

C: She do math. He do math. (We're working on his pronoun confusion. He used to call everyone "she" since he spends all the time with me and Noni, but he's starting to correct himself now.)

E: What does Mommy do for work?

C: She do math!!!

E: Nooo...what does Mommy do all day?

C: I don't know. I'm going to be math teacher.

E:  And what does Noni like to do?

C: Math.

E: But what does she like to play with?

C: I don't know, I'm writing right now. (Sure 'nuff)

E. Ok, tell me this. What is the meaning of life?

C: I don't know. That says "who".

E: But what is the meaning of life?

And then we went off on a really wild tangent and never got back to the meaning of life. I was kinda disappointed that he didn't say "math".
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Friday, June 20, 2014


My battle cry these days.

Apartment hunting sure is a lot more complicated than I remember. I guess not being anywhere CLOSE to the city we are hunting in is one of the main complicating factors. As is moving to a place that is actually experiencing economic growth (that's a new one for me) and thus has a competitive rental market.

When we visited a few weeks back on an apartment hunting mission, by some miracle we found a three-bedroom that wasn't icky and was available when we needed it. We were thisclose to signing the lease and I had announced the happy news on Facebook, then I got cold feet at the last minute because

a) No garage. Which I hate.

b) Only one bathroom. Hello, IBS.

c) On the second floor, no elevator

d) Only 1000 square feet, which wouldn't leave much space for my sewing stuff

All first-world problems, I'll grant you.

It wouldn't matter so much but for the fact that Nemo's new job requires longer hours and more travel than we are used to. It's going to be a huge lifestyle change from home at 4:30pm every day and having summers off. Plus it's in WISCONSIN, where I hear the winters are not so fun. The thought of being cooped up in a tiny second floor apartment with a new threenager and the Queen of Sass herself, neither of whom are good at climbing lots of stairs and are even less good at helping clear mountains of snow off the car, with no Nemo to rescue me at the end of the day was really more than I could bear.

As I try to write this.

So back to the drawing board we went.

I've been glued to Craigslist for the last two weeks. We lost out on a great opportunity last week and everything else we've found is SUPER expensive. Like three times what we spend on our house now.

Have I mentioned that the movers are picking up our stuff on June 30? Ha ha ha ha. Oh. Crimeny. We're doomed.
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