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2021 in Review

December 29, 2021



Here we are again! It's been a minute! And by that I mean it feels like an actual minute since I just sat down and wrote this last year. I just drank some coffee so I could write faster and make sure this is chock-full of my typical year-end shenanigans. I just googled chock-full because it felt weird to write. Origin: a person or thing stuffed to the point of choking was “choke-full.” Well that’s gross. Unless it’s Thanksgiving. 

Anyway, I started back to work as a behavior therapist in a very barely working sort of way in February. I’ve met with a bunch of parents and it has been lovely. In April, I started a 10 week training in Acceptance and Commitment Therapy(ACT). I finished in September. This opened the door for me to use my BCBA (board certified behavior analyst) certification with more people about more issues and it has been amazing! I think I want to move in the direction of health and wellness to help people make sustainable changes. Anyone want to hire me for that? 

Janet, my hair, gave up on trying to be something she was not and received her last root color January 29th, 2021. 11 months ago y'all! While I feel like she should be done with this journey it is not so. We will march on toward the goal, to win the prize of ... all gray/brown NATURAL hair. It's been nice to be free of the battle. And so weird... my uncolored hair is so much healthier! It's like chemicals hurt you hair or something.

In early February, Johnny had his finger smashed to pieces in the back door. We got a $10k ER bill for stitches that we fought all year long and ended up paying about 10% of. Lesson learned: ALWAYS fight, and ask for a percentage off of a medical bill. ALWAYS.

Also in February, we gave our sweet (but old and grumpy, 13 yo) Sammy dog to my uncle in Lubbock. Her and Johnny had some less than happy interactions and we had to say good-bye. Johnny still looks for her sometimes and says, "I can't find Sammy." "Can she come home?" Heartbreaking. (Note: she's doing really well in Lubbock)

I ended up putting Johnny in 5 day a week mothers day out because that's what was open at the time and then felt sad about it and changed him to 3 days a week next semester. Then Nora got covid a week before Christmas and I spent all my hours with him and now remember why he needed 5 days. Is it just boys? Just two year olds? I keep thinking, oh he must be getting sick because he's acting so terrible, there is a reason for this turdlery... but no, pure health. (and praise God) He's like a less hairy, toddler Roy Kent

Perry played soccer but was more interested in the grass most of time. I found her the other day "mulching the trees," I don't even know where she learned that. Pretty sure she was born to be a homesteader. She also started piano and is doing so well! 

Nora is in hip-hop and is definitely the best dancer of us all. Way better than her way-too-long arms mama. No matter what I do I just look weird. Have you ever watched Taylor Swift try to dance and think yeah but you look a little off... its her long arms, she can't help it. 


I had a lot of time apparently due to exposures and sick kids to just sit around (mentally) and get weird. I came up with the term "covidititties" and once you say it once, twice, perhaps thrice... you can't stop. You're welcome. I don't know what it means, just use it however you feel in your heart... you'll find it. I also came up with an emoji that goes with it but I already said the "t" word on here and I'm not going to get more inappropriate. (text me later)

I also found a ceramic corgi in a purple suit at hobby lobby that went on a journey across Midland, TX to spread Christmas joy. Corgi Ten Boom. I really don't know how it happened, but this is America and you can make up whatever you want. For her full journey please see the highlight on my instagram page @thehousegoat. 


I wanted to write more this year and I did. I journaled for a whole 17 weeks before I got tired of it. I wrote one story, one devotional, and little blog posts via instagram here and there. I will be sharing the story soon.

Rob spent a lot of his time writing and recording amazing original songs. Like this one


 
So I read a whole book about kitchen gardens, had a two hour discussion with Mr. Pears, our old neighbor and master gardener, and then I went for it. So far I have harvested a couple lettuce leaves, 5 radishes, and some swiss chard. I have learned a lot. Also, planting a fall garden in a desert is quite an undertaking. 

Sanity walks have saved me over and over. I don't know how people live without them to be honest. Many of my walks are prayer time, remembering God's goodness and promises, observing creation and quieting my mind for a hot minute. If you wanna try a sanity walk, turn on maverick city's Promises song and walk with your eyes to the sky, observing the sun or moon through the trees. If you don't feel lighter afterward I'll be shocked. There's actually science to say that just 120 minutes outside a week makes a difference in our health. Did you know kids who play consistently outside are more resilient in life?! Interested? Read this

*I dislike that the research asked the question "How much time outside is enough?" like being outside is another thing on our list of to-dos to check off but I guess that is the world we live in. I think 120 minutes is a starting point and the real question is "How much time inside is ok before it hurts us?" We shoot for being outside from the time we get home from school until dinner everyday. 

Travels:
Santa Fe/Durango in April for our 11 year anniversary
Hotel St. Francis, Santa Fe

James Ranch, Durango

Echo Amphitheater, New Mexico

Downtown, Santa Fe

Dripping Springs-We bought a farm! With a soon to be Airbnb tiny house!


Cinnamon Shores, Port Aransas for family beach time





Pray, Montana- Mama, Sister, Sister Trip

Meet Rocky

Sage Lodge

Paradise Valley

Florida (I don't actually know what city I was in)

Risky mom Jumps


amen



Songs of the year:


Sanctuary- Hiss the Golden Messenger


I need a teacher- Hiss the Golden Messenger


Promises - Maverick City


Hush Kids


The Wilder Blue album


John Mayer's new album


The new 80s playlist on repeat


Books read:

The New Strong Willed Child 2/5

Reforesting Faith 3/5

Kitchen Garden Revival 4/5

The Midnight Library  4/5

Unsettled Ground 3/5

Today Will Be Different 2/5

ADHD 2.0  3/5

Prayer Vol. 1 5/5

The 5 Love Languages for Children 5/5


Books read to kids:

Prince Caspian

Charlotte's web

On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever



Quotes of the Year

“I know God is speaking”

“How do you know?”

“Because I can see everything He has made.”- Perry


*In response to Nora wanting a fish*

“I need to see three things: 1. Be kind to Johnny and Perry. 2. Stop the whining and complaining. 3. Do what you’re asked the first time.”

“I can’t do all three” - Nora


“Johnny do you want sausage all crumbled up or in circles?”

“Mama! I just want sausage!”- Johnny (his obsession with breakfast sausage continues)


Looking Forward to...

- A spring/summer garden! Surely it will be easier!

-Renovations on the tiny house start in early January! (to be rented out as an airbnb after) (follow my pin board to see my design plans)

-Less spirit and dress up days at school

-Less time on social media

-Less STUFF ..but also more estate sales ?! (I'd be happy to search for you)

-Trip to Scottsdale for a beautycounter leaders retreat! (Year 5 in this biz and loving it!)

-More time outside

-Chickens and goats (some to be named Kenny Earl and Janelle after the previous owners of the farm)

-More intentional dinners with old friends and new







But Mary... a devotional

December 8, 2021

But Mary


I wake up like coffee, ready to go at full speed. I usually beat my alarm by 15 minutes and tell myself, “you need these 15 more minutes, just lay there.” Obedient to my logic I lay there and “rest,” but if you’re a mom/woman/human you know your mind starts firing up. Sometimes we are even lucky enough to fire up in the middle of the night! The older my friends and I get the more times I hear, “I woke up at 3:45 thinking about…” This is a mark of the aged. 


I not so sleepily chug my lemon water to earn my coffee and plop myself down in the chair next to the Christmas tree. I try to just sit still. Breathe in and out. Enjoy these quiet moments of no one asking me “short sleeves or long sleeves?” “What dress up day is it?” “Where is my library book?” and the two year old on repeat, “I want more sausage!”


Breathe in. Breathe out. 

I need to plan meals this week. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

We didn’t get grandma a present yet. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

What clients do I have today? 

Breathe in. 

Help me to be still in Your presence. 

Breathe out. 


I pull out the Word and behold in a grand performance similar to Linus on stage in the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, the text emerges. Luke 2:8-19


8 And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. 10 And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

14 “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”

15 When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.” 16 And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. 17 And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. 18 And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. 

It’s so lovely everytime. To imagine a multitude of heavenly hosts all saying in unison, “GLORY to GOD!” My heart leaps as I imagine it. Then another piece pops out. 

BUT Mary. Mary in contrast to shepherds who were making known what they had seen and heard. BUT Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. 

We live in an age of, “making known.” I wake up wondering what the world has made known since I went to sleep last night and fight off the urge to check my texts, and emails, and instagram the second I walk into the kitchen where my phone lies ready to “tell.” It feels urgent in a way, though it's not. Author, Shauna Neiquist, refers to this technological-informational separation feeling as, “twitchy fingers.” 

The day goes on and I … answer the text, read the email, make the list, laugh at the meme, take a photo of the dress up day and post it because they’re cute (and it feels like everyone should know it), I work, grocery shop, make lunches, fold the laundry, check what has been made known since breakfast, repost something funny, repost something true, pick up from school, snacks, piano, dinner. “Watch this babe, it's so funny,” say a prayer, goodnight. 

But Mary. 

Her fingers were calm. Her eyes and heart wide open to what was before her. She took a picture with her entire being and invited it in to stay forever.  A moment of Glory to revisit and treasure in heavenly awe. 

I don’t think we are so different. There are moments of pure gold, joy, and beauty that the Lord opens our eyes to. He’s calling out to our innermost saying, “THIS IS ME! This is me showing you my glory!” And when we’re awake enough, we recognize and see it and then have a choice. Do we pull out our pocket cameras and take a picture that rarely does the moment justice or open our eyes and hearts to fully take it in? No caption creating itself for future use, instead, a sense of wonder.

Now the shepherds did do their job. They were told, they went to see, and they went and told. All who heard wondered at what the shepherds had told them. 

How do we know what to tell and what to treasure? But Mary … pondered these things in her heart. She brought them in and let them sit. She woke up to think about them. Took a breath in and out, and brought the moments of glory back to her mind.

In a world where so much is made known I think it’s more important than ever to ponder what we share and what we don’t. I’ve been pondering this since last Christmas and practicing the art of treasuring. 

It has mattered. It also feels worth sharing.


2020 in Review

December 29, 2020


 Just off the top of my head... 

I will remember this year for the coming together (separately of course) over memes, homeschool disaster #1 and #2, Easter with neighbors in the street, finally giving my hair (who has always had a life all her own) a name, moving on a whim, the importance of red flags, homeschool epiphany #1, and Johnny's chronic poop/attitude issues. 

Nora hated every second of kindergarten at home. We did lots of worksheets. Then we did zero worksheets. She and Perry became feral children who lived outside with the neighbor kids. I bathed them sometimes, I think. 

In March, I felt like the Lord put it on my heart that we wouldn't live in our house much longer. So we started and finished last minute fixer upper projects like this one:


and the side yard:

Then Rona reared her ugly, spikey-ball head and I thought....well I guess Rob is going to get laid off and that's why we're moving. But no... and praise God! An acquaintance on Instagram mentioned off hand in a story that she was thinking about selling her house... and being creeper-like I had already peeked into her window one time picking up something from her porch ... so I said "Hey Rob, guess what..." and then we bought and sold a house in a pandemic. We didn't move into a bigger house... it is a same size house, but without a pool. Nora let Johnny out of the pool gate twice and I was done. 

Here's a poem I wrote to that house:


Re-entry:

The first time we went to the Library after it re-opened we were the only kid family there. Not only were we loud by comparison to the silent old people, but I realized we had also lost all social skills. We left approximately 7 min later. I think I lost my own social skills too, and learned new skills like the "smile by eye-squinch" maneuver. A risky move for my 35 year old eye wrinkles but Instagram can hear my thoughts and will recommend a product for that. 

And now its time for some real talk:

Johnny has been tough. Like really tough, always fussy, I am jumping through all of his hoops because I just want him to be happy for some extended minutes of his awake life. This has made me tired, foggy and jagged. 


There were A LOT of red flags popping up in my life and I was ignoring them one after the other. Making rationalizations and justifications for them if I even gave them that much energy. Do you know what happens when you ignore a bunch of red flags? A bomb goes off instead. 

If you have fallen asleep to your red flags, WAKE. UP. You have them for a reason. Is there something you are ignoring over and over about your health because it's not debilitating? A relationship that is pushing boundaries or needing boundaries? An environment you or your kids need to stop visiting? A show? An app? Red flags can be anywhere. Ask yourself questions. That uneasy feeling... is that what a red flag feels like to you?

Fast forward:: School starts online

This is how that went:

I ordered the homeschool curriculum "The Good and the Beautiful" language arts for Nora because online school not cutting it and I didn't want her to fall behind in reading. We LOVED it. Even her. My whole mindset shifted about homeschooling. It didn't seem impossible anymore and I can see more value in it where I couldn't before. We are not homeschooling currently but I love that I got a glimpse into it. 


2020 specifics:

Masks were hard for me. Maybe they still are but I wear them. BUT NOW, for only $36, we can buy shirts that are made to pull up over our faces and hook to our ears so that's neat. 2020 also taught me if something doesn't look quite right it is because you need to put an orangey filter on it and then it will probably look better than what you see out of your natural born eye balls. 

Best Quotes of the Year:

Nora: "If you could climb a ladder all the way to heaven would you climb it?"

Me: "Eek, that's a really tall ladder I might be scared"

Perry: "Yes you would Mommy!"

Nora: "Yeah you would, anything is worth seeing Jesus" 

&

"I find myself worrying most that when we hand our children phones we steal their boredom from them. As a result we are raising a generation of writers who will never start writing, artists who will never start doodling, chefs who will never make a mess in the kitchen, athletes who will never kick a ball against a wall, musicians who will never pick up their aunt's guitar and start strumming." -Glennon Doyle 


Books I read:

Where the Crawdads Sing

Educated

Murmur of Bees

Get out of your Head

The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe

Becoming Duchess Goldblatt

From Sand and Ash

The Growing Season

Answered Prayers by George Muller

Mr Ives Christmas

Songs of the Year:

A Spoon of Sugar - Kacey Musgraves (because it makes Johnny happy) 

Skyline Motel EP on repeat all year

Total Freedom- Kathleen Edwards ... probably our most favorite find. At first you listen and think "ok, yeah." Then you listen again and then you can't stop. Its like kombucha. 

Looking forward: 

*Nora is starting at a new school in January because there were too many red flags at the previous one. 

*I am coming out of behavior therapy pregnancy and nursing retirement! I have to reactivate my license and get some CE hours but I'm coming for you all my sweet behavior challenged babies! I've missed you and all your shenanigans. 

* I made Senior Manager this year consulting for Beautycounter and have loved this company more than ever before.  

* I plan on making writing a more integral part of my life. Hopefully, I will share more on that later. Big thank you to the both of you that made it to my last sentence besides my mom and Aunt Helen. 

Happy New Year Friends








I Hate Toys and Other Grinchly Things to Say // 2019 in Review

December 30, 2019

2019 was a doozy. I started out very pregnant and gave birth to our first boy on Nora's 5th birthday. It was my easiest labor and delivery and my tiniest baby at only 8.5 lbs (2 weeks early) Then some days later, Perry broke her arm ... the one she didn't break last year. Most of this year was a blur so this post might be a quick read.


I think my whole mindset shifted in a lot of ways this year. When you have three kids, five and under, you kind of don't have a choice. Instead of "underachieving" like last year I pretty much just "achieved." I said yes to more things but did them more simply. I signed up for the kids parties... but I brought plates and napkins. I bought a stash of birthday gifts on amazon so I wasn't going out to buy things for every party. I made more meal plans and planned ahead for foods (ish). I put myself down early for bed (9:30pm) I even started working out 5x a week... because I let go of the notion I had to go somewhere (even though I still would love to) and just do it at my house when Johnny is napping because its simpler that way.

I love simple. Too much stuff is not simple... its managing, cleaning up, rearranging and organizing junk that we don't even need. I've given away half of my closet. I'm still working on the other half. There's still a lot in there but I've been hoarding things for 10+ years. I'm talking shirts that only fit bodies years before they thought about babies. I know this is very Marie Kondo of me but I'm for real. I don't waste time thanking my clothes because... they are clothes. Bye.

Now let's talk about toys. I really do hate toys y'all. Hate is strong word. That's why I'm using it. My kids had three toy boxes and a playroom full of toys. They played consistently with 10 things. Those being a karaoke machine, dress up clothes, some stuffed dogs, american girl dolls and the toy stroller. THAT'S IT. But to get to all those things they were digging through mounds of other crap toys that they just cast aside repeatedly.




So we have had multiple rounds of giving away toys and are in a much better place. They threw fits and cried over toys they haven't touched in years but once they were out of sight they were forgotten again. Just in time for Christmas. I recently listened to a podcast by Dr. Denaye Barahona of Simple Families about "Too many toys" I loved the framework she set up about acquiring new toys to help her kids think about the toys. Heres a snippet:

"...I’m also really mindful of the fact that the way that I buy for my kids is teaching them. It’s teaching them how to make decisions about bringing materials into their life, and I want them to be intentional about it. So we talk about the decisions. How often are you going to play with this? How many different ways can you use this? How durable is this? How long is it going last? What’s gonna happen to it after we’re done with it? Is this something about we’re going to be able to pass on to another family, where perhaps it just won’t be interesting to kids because it involves a character that is losing popularity and is going to be pretty much unknown after your child is done playing with it.

When you buy toys more intentionally, you can back load the joy on the toys, and that means you might be buying something like a good set of wooden unit blocks that aren’t necessarily going to light your kid up with joy when they open it on the morning of their birthday, but the joy is going to come out slowly over weeks, over months, over years, as they learn new creative ways to use these toys. I don’t know about you, but that’s what I want to teach my kids about bringing new things into their life. I want them to buy more intentionally. I want them to buy things that are going to be useful and durable, to last for years rather than something that’s just going to get them excited and happy for a few moments. I truly think it’s never too early to start teaching that." 

So what do my kids do if they are not playing with toys? They are outside playing with dirt, grass, rocks, and riding scooters. If they are inside they are usually coloring or cutting up paper and string, using up all my tape and creating disasters. I love this. They are being creative.

This next part is hard for me but I believe in it. Experiences over things. I'm a homebody and could be fine not doing the "cool thing" that everyone else is doing. 1. Because I'm fine, good for you, no FOMO here. 2. Kids are hard to drag around places. I read a quote from a mom this year that said "You can't take your kids somewhere, spend money on them and expect them to have a good time. That's not how it works." So maybe that's not true all the time but a lot of the times, it is. Johnny got sick Christmas day and I felt like I missed the whole Christmas experience with the girls. I found the Color Factory and knew this was a must.










I've realized that I'm tried of pretty pictures on instagram. They are lovely, but I'm tired of them. I'm tired of perfectly staged rooms, and perfectly matching and posed kids. Maybe it's because my real life doesn't and can't look like that and why should it? Do I even want it to? Not really. So here's to pictures of our well thought out and lovely homes in their natural states and children in their mismatched clothes and hair that needs to be brushed not looking at the camera or smiling but having fun doing whatever they are doing... and us taking that pretty picture without interrupting them to say "smile" "stand closer" and "move over there" etc. Obviously this isn't always going to happen but I think it can a lot more.



Lastly, I have really enjoyed not eating paleo this year! Man, you people with all your gluten are really living it up. I mean it. I have a couple months left of nursing, call me let's eat bread together.


Books:
Lilac Girls
Daring Greatly

Song/s of the Year
Its easier just to make a playlist. These our favorites... Mine and Rob's and some of the girls too. But our kids probably know the words to all of them.

My theme of year: Let it go // Experiences over things (... except for vintage rugs)

Side Gigs: Doing some photography mostly of some really beautiful homes! Some friends' kiddos here and there too. Still loving beautycounter! Ever remember me talking about my red beard? (read: face so dry it hurts) Well its gone thanks to this and this. Also everyone's favorite is 45% off right now.

Quote of the year: from Perry talking my next door neighbor (and one of my best friends) who had just finished mopping and was cleaning a vent...

"My mom never cleans. She just pays people to clean. She has lots of money, do you not have money?"

"I have money I just choose to spend it on different things"

"Yeah that why we had to choose some toys to give away to poor humans like you that don't have money or tickets. I put my toy cat in there. Its broken but you'll still like it"

I'm not even going to try to defend myself. Its the best worst thing I have ever heard.

Happy New Year! 


Happy New Year from us in 1980s // Photo By: Finch Media Co 



HOME.

February 18, 2019


My 4 year old said to me, "Why do you keep changing our house?" I was ripping down 1975 metallic wallpaper so I think I said something to the effect of, "I don't like this wallpaper so I'm going to take it down and paint it a color I like." I felt okay about that answer. But then the same question kept coming when we got new windows ... "because they were old..." and when I got a new rug .... "because... I liked it?"

Why do I keep changing our house? I want it to be beautiful, a reflection of my style and functional for our family... but at what point do I stop? Will I ever stop? Probably not. We all know those people that just change + change + renovate ... then move and start over again.

I think there are two parts to this.
1. The genuine want to create a warm, restful, and comfortable home.
2. The longing for our true home.

Lets start with

PART 1: The genuine want to create a warm, restful, and comfortable home. 

I immediately think of Sally Clarkson's, A Life Giving Home: Creating a place of belonging and becoming. Just flipping through it I know I need to read it again. While she does talk about creating with the "stuff" of a space: cozy chairs and blankets, holiday decor, fresh flowers, pictures on the walls, meaningful items from trips abroad; these are all second to rhythms, routines, and rituals. Connecting with the Lord, with each other, creating familiar routines to come back to, (at least in our minds) in what we do in our homes because of the meaningful "why" of it all. Sharing meals and inviting the community in is a huge theme in this book. Also a good read on that note is Bread and Wine by Shauna Neiquist.

I think all of us have experienced the vacation that was amazing but the longing to be back in our bed, with our things, doing things our way. We want our home to be a place where we feel comfort and rest, a place where our people feel comfort and rest, and for me, a place to offer others a place of comfort and rest. There's nothing wrong with any of this.

PART 2: The longing for our TRUE home.

Hebrews 11:16 
But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city.

Hebrews 13:14 
For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come.

2 Corinthians 4:18 
As we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

2 Corinthians 5:7 
For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

Philliapians 3:20 
But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ

Hebrews 11:10 
For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God.

I think whether we acknowledge Christ as Lord or not, He has still created us, and created us to long for Him, and to long for heaven. Our homes are never going to feel "just right" because the world is not "just right." We can renovate and redecorate till our fingers and bank accounts bleed but our hearts will never be truly content with our "attempts" of home. I am not surprised our eternal home is "designed and built by God" (Hebrews 11:10) Can you imagine having to make those color and material choices?! haha. 

This is the piece where Nora's question gets me. "Why do you keep changing our house?" I have the good reasons but I have to question all my reasons. Am I reaching for something unattainable? Yes. I will never replace the longing in my heart with the look/feel of my house, but I still innately try and then post it on instagram like its an accomplishment.  But if you come to my house and feel comfortable, cared for and encouraged then maybe we really did catch a little glimpse of heaven. Good read on this: The Great Divorce by CS Lewis

Like everything else in life its a balance. Thank you to our children who see things all too clearly.

" Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike." -John Muir

"We shape our dwellings, and afterwards our dwellings shape us." -Winston Churchill


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