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You know you have a large family when...

  • You find yourself relating some small incident to your husband and starting with the words, "Well, I only boiled twenty-six eggs for breakfast..."
  • ...you buy a 40 pound box of bananas intending to make banana bread and freeze a bunch for smoothies...but your children eat them all first.
  • ...you find an afternoon root canal relaxing.
  • ...it takes you twenty-three minutes on the phone to schedule your children's dental appointments.
  • ...you've given up on using your toaster entirely and make all of your toast under the broiler in you oven.
  • ...you are seriously tempted by the stacking cribs you see at Goodwill for $19.99.
  • ...you find yourself thinking, "Wow, the house is so quiet and peaceful with only nine children".
  • ...you have enough children to constitute not one, but TWO large families.
  • ...you have a laundry basket devoted entirely to lonely socks seeking their mate.
  • ...when you got to buy your children those cool "spin toothbrushes" because you think they get their teeth so much cleaner...but the store doesn't carry enough styles/colors for your children to each have a different toothbrush.
  • ...when you can't take all of your children to the doctor's office at the same time because the waiting room has only 10 seats.
  • ...when you still have seven children that are required by law to sit in a carseat or booster seat.
  • ...you call the doctor to get your children tetnus shots, and they tell you they don't have enough in the office and need to order more from the health department.
  • ...you take up more than one entire pew in church.
  • ...you take only half of your children to the library, and STILL get asked if they're all yours.
  • ...you go to fill your children's flouride prescription at the phamacy and you clean them out of every pill they have...and it's still not enough.
  • ...you spend sixty dollars on socks...and not everyone gets new socks.
  • ...you go shopping at Costco and the cashier asks if you're having a soccer barbecue.

July 06, 2009

Mordecai the Photographer

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I walked into my bedroom the other day and found Mordecai had set up his own baby photo shoot. 

* camera- check
* assistant (s)- check
* bean bag for positioning baby- check
* willing model- check
*permission from mom to be in room- no
* permission from mom to use beanbag strictly reserved for baby shoots- no

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* adorable face and charming personality- check

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And for those of you who think we're crazy for having so many children...just look at that crowd of faces in this photo.

 It's a good life.


Edited to add:  This is the play camera I blogged about before. NOONE is allowed to touch my camera. Mainly because we couldn't afford to replace/repair it if it got damaged. That is an actual camera he is holding, but it has no film, batteries, etc. It happens to be the number one toy at the moment. 

And Kate, chances are Avi was in the room, just not fitting into the photo.

July 04, 2009

Only In Our House

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I don't know what it is about our family. Or home. Or whatever. But somehow it seems, I find myself in these bizarre situations. Situations that would never fly on a sitcom because they're too far fetched.

Take yesterday morning for instance. I was in my room and Avi came in, closed the door and hopped on my exercise machine. Shortly thereafter I attempted to open my door and found it locked. When I tried to unlock it I found Avi had somehow jammed the button sideways and it would not open. No matter  what I tried. 

So I called for help. 

Enoch came running and I asked him to pick the lock for me (these are important skills...I hope you've 
taught all of your children to pick locks- you never know when you will be trapped in your bedroom with a
newly turned four year old).

He tried to  no avail. The jam that was preventing me from unlocking door, also prevented him. 

Meanwhile, as soon as Avi realized we were locked in the bedroom a look of utter terror came over her face and she began to scream. I've talked about Avi's scream, right? Now imagine being locked in a small 8X9 foot room with that scream. Ow. And not only did she begin to scream, but in utter panic she informed me: 
"I am going to jump out the window!" and began desperately trying to claw her way up the wall to the window. "I'm going to jump out! I'm going to jump out!"  This girl was experiencing sheer terror. Is it just me, or are there worse things in this world than being locked in a  room with me?

I had to physically grab her to prevent her from jumping (by the way, at no moment was her life in danger- she would have ended up on our deck).

I tried desperately to calm Avi, assuring her that we would both climb out the window if it became necessary. Then I asked Enoch for a screwdriver (which he slid under the door), and proceeded to remove the doorknob, so we could get out.

And out we came. Uninjured (except perhaps slightly damaged eardrums and some emotional  trauma).

Just another morning in our house.

July 03, 2009

A Beautiful Girl, Some Random Comments and a Little Rant

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Keziah recently told me she doesn't like the photo of her I have on the wall, and asked me to take a new one. So, while I borrowed Leslie's lens again (I won't rant, I won't rant, I won't rant...not yet) for Clark's newborn shoot, I decided to grab a couple of photos of Keziah. Seriously, I know she's mine, but is she beautiful, or what? I was so happy with the shots I got, and she was pleased too.

I realized when I posted the update of Jubilee yesterday, I never mentioned why she was having surgery. Jubilee had a chronic runny nose as a baby and toddler. Every day for years, her nose was draining. We hoped she would out grow it (Adalia also had a runny nose for her first three or four years, but it eventually went away). When Jubilee turned six, and began reading, I suddenly realized how many words she cannot pronounce. She speaks like she has a bad cold (plug your nose and talk...that's what Jubilee sounds like). I then remembered my mom talking about how my brother Neale always talked like that...until he got his tonsils and adenoids out. 

I took Jubilee to our family doctor, who first wanted to rule out allergies. After two weeks of nasal spray and no improvement, we headed to the Ear, Nose, Throat doctor. The x-rays he ordered showed that Jubilee had almost no air passing through her nose (along with the other symptoms, Jubilee breathes strictly through her mouth and snores every night). Thankfully her  tonsils were fine, and didn't need to be removed.

Yesterday after the surgery, the ENT said her adenoids were "huge". Which was a relief. You'd hate to go through that only to find out they were "kinda big" or "moderate sized". And just to be clear, her adenoids were not enlarged (i.e. swollen or enflamed) just large.

So yesterday after the surgery we headed straight for the pharmacy to pick up her prescriptions (pain meds and a nasal spray).  I made sure they had the prescription (it was called in) then loaded my cart with popsicles, yoghurt and ice cream for Jubilee (they go through the throat for adenoid surgery, so a sore throat is a normal part of recovery). When I headed over to see if the prescription was ready, I was told the woman was on the phone with the insurance company...they were refusing to cover the prescription because the amount of pain medicine the doctor prescribed was "more than the plan allowed".  

Pharmacist: "If you want to wait, we'll resend the request and you can pick the prescription up later, or if you need it now, you can pay for it and if they decided to cover it, they'll reimburse you". 

Me: "My daughter just had surgery and is out in our jeep crying...I can't wait until later to pick up her prescription".

And so I paid and left (and by the time I got back out to the jeep, she was actually smiling...and happily awaiting her next popsicle...but she was crying when I went in).

Now, we pay $1,000 a month for this insurance coverage and have to fight them for almost every claim we make. From doctor's visits to prescriptions, they always have some reason why they "don't cover" whatever it is we need. 

My children's dentist prescribed a special toothpaste for my cavity-prone children (who's teeth we brush and floss every night) and the the insurance company wouldn't cover that because it was like two milliliters more than they "allowed". I heard the pharmacist on the phone that time. She said, "That's the size the toothpaste comes in...what do you want me to do? Squeeze some of it out?"

*sigh*

Once again, I am so thankful to live in a country where medical care is an option. A country where it is safe to take my child to the doctor. A country where I can choose my own doctor...however, I refuse to be thankful for an insurance company who makes me fight every single bill and who has "policies" I can't argue with about how big a tube of toothpaste is or how many doses of pain medication the doctor is "allowed" to prescribe. It seems to me, the doctor, who just operated on my daughter, knows more about her medical needs that the insurance company's book of policies.

Jubilee is now up and around for the day and feeling pretty good! It looks like she is in for a smooth recovery.


July 02, 2009

Jubilee is Home!

And doing great. A sore throat, but downing plenty of popsicles. 


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Getting checked in, and obviously a bit nervous.

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All suited up and waiting.

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Suited up, drugged up, and getting wheeled away.

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In recovery.

Chuck was so  gentle with Jubilee. Holding her hand, and stroking her. At one point (still drugged) she  turned to Chuck, looked him right in the eyes, and said, "I love you". It was so sweet.

Well, we're exhausted over here, so I'm off to rest.

Thanks for your prayers.

More Baby Clark

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More photos of sweet baby Clark. 

Jubilee is having her adenoids removed this morning at 9 AM. If you're the praying type, we'd love few sent her way.