A Coconut Story

This was too funny not to share. While at the Creation Museum we were visiting the animals at the petting zoo.  As we got ready to leave, Liam took off towards the camel pen and exclaimed, “Oh look!  Coconuts!”  and he picked. them. up.  I’ll let Liam tell you in his own words what exactly it was…

A Coconut?! from justabunchofcharacters on Vimeo.

And in case you didn’t catch that, it was not a coconut that he picked up, it was a poo.  Camel poo to be precise.  We. were.  rolling!

And yes, I did make him wash his hands before we left!  Maybe that’s where all the stomach bugs came from!

Oh, and I think I failed to clarify that the stomach bug was only biting at night.  No one really got sick during the day which means we partied and spread germs all day and then stayed up all night throwing up (well, Ace and Ceili Rain did).

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It was such beautiful weather, that we couldn’t resist taking the kids to another park (we’re still in Kentucky here)…by this time we had throw up occurring on a regular nightly basis Ceili Rain and Ace were the main culprits)…however, they always felt fine during the day. Who knows how many people we infected while we were there!
Josiah has this obsession with all things trains…and dirty!
I’m not sure who was hopping here but I love this picture!
Megan is such a cutie and had lots of smiles despite having a double ear infection!

We all know about Liam right??!!  You must return tomorrow for a story about him at the Creation Museum.  It’s a must read!
These tweens look like they got attitude…but they sure were sweet together!  And inseparable!

The playground was gated and Ceili Rain and James were contained!

Yes, I do believe he knows how cute he is!

They are sitting together and being sweet…unfortunately this is the day Bama lost 🙁 

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Playing at the Playground

Yes, we’re still here. It seems that having six kids and trying to teach them has slowed me down a bit on my blogging. I’ve declared that we are going to have a boring week and weekend this week so I can catch up on our adventures the past few weeks!

While visiting in Kentucky, we went to a beautiful park with the intention of feeding the ducks. However, we didn’t actually get to feed the ducks, but we did see a house that Abraham Lincoln’s father helped build!

Okay, less talk…more pictures…here they come:

The house that was mentioned above.  It’s being restored due to a fire.  Arson seems to be a theme in that town as a pretty neat kids park we wanted to go to was destroyed due to arson…hmmm.

Who’s cute kids are these???

We found a tree just begging to be climbed…however, the older kids chickened out!  But the younger ones let Mark put them up there.

Zoe spotted a large beetle and Josiah wasn’t too keen on the idea of one being so close to him.

Mark loved climbing too!

Sometimes I do take cool pictures!
Megan and Ceili Rain were so cute but on this rare occasion when I turned around with the camera Ceili Rain refused to pose.

Anywhere we went, you could hear Kristina or me yelling, “James, this way!  Come back James!!!”

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In Which We See the Duggars Live (along with a few thousand of our closest friends)

Sometimes, we just throw our brains out the window. A couple of weeks ago was one of those times. Kristina, one of my bestest buds, informed me that the Duggars (the family who is on TLC with 19 kids…and counting) were going to be an hour from her home speaking at a local church. The event occurred the day before our scheduled departure date. It took very little convincing for Mark to agree that we would leave a day earlier and do a marathon drive to get there on time.

We planned to leave the house at 7 in the morning, but didn’t actually get out until 8…not too bad for us leaving on a big trip. The drive, thankfully, was pretty uneventful. Multiple stops included to nurse a baby, take potty breaks, and eat. We were about 15 minutes late (not bad for leaving an hour later than planned) so we go to see only a little bit of the kids singing. We didn’t get to hear them play their violins but that was okay.

It was very encouraging to hear a mom of many…who, at one time, like me, had many who were pretty young. And despite, a person behind us who felt it her duty to call out a rude comment (which I was, thankfully, only able to partially hear) concerning the number of children they have (like it’s anybody’s business to begin with), we enjoyed their talk very much. The kids did too.

If they hadn’t been so tired from traveling, we would have stayed to meet them…as it was, our children came before our desires and we headed back to Kristina’s house for a much, much needed rest…but, here’s proof that we actually saw the Duggars:

Not only did we get to see them, we also got to see the crew from TLC, who was just as famous as the Duggars…really…people were getting their autographs too…me, I just snapped a few pictures of them 🙂

At this point, no one was throwing up yet.

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And as for mom…

I wrote the post below last night and realized I didn’t include an update about my mom.  So here it is.  She had surgery on Thursday.  The doctor had to put a plate and screw in her leg and said she really messed it up…She topped off the broken bone with  a torn ligament and tendon.  She’s a perfectionist first born…what can I say.

The doctor felt it was really a freak accident that caused such severe issues. 

She’s still in a lot of pain (as of last night) and had to be put on oxygen because her stats were in the 90s.  We’re praying that she feels better in the coming days.  The doctors/hospital staff is going to get her up and moving today.  Which means it’s going to be a long agonizing day for her.

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And we’re back…(34 week update included)

This has been one crazy week.

Let’s start with getting a call late Monday night from my sister.  My parents were leaving the driving range and my mom fell in the parking lot and broke her left leg just below the knee cap.  Not only did she break it, but she broke both the bones.  I was told she would have a CAT scan the following morning to see if she would need surgery.  The doctor and dad (who has coached for 40 years and seen his share of broken bones) didn’t feel that it was bad enough to need surgery.

On Tuesday morning though, they found, via the scan, that she did indeed need surgery.  She had chipped off a piece of the bone.  But, they had to wait until the swelling went down.

Now, we live almost three hours away but through coordination with my sister, came up with a plan for me to travel on the weekend and she would go up for the surgery (Mark’s schedule and the kids’ schedules kept me from going up for the surgery).  Surgery was slated for Thursday, if the swelling went down.

Wednesday, I got up to do my normal routine, and then realized that it wasn’t going to be normal.  I could barely move and felt just plain awful.  Got breakfast made and commanded the children to eat while I laid down on the couch.  I believe I must have had a touch of a stomach bug because after much sleep and a few trips to the bathroom (sorry for all that information…but it just adds to the story), I felt better…at least enough to converse with Mark.

By Wednesday, also, they had finally figured out the right dosage to give my mom so her pain was manageable and she was finally able to sleep a little on Tuesday night and Wednesday.

Now yesterday, Thursday, rolls around with a little bit of queasiness and weakness…but I was able to sit up, through school, and take the kids to piano lessons.

I laid down with Josiah during naptime and right before my doctor’s appointment (regular 34 week check up) and notice that there’s a reflection outside the window, which opens to the back of the yard.  And the reflection keeps moving.  I thought that was quite odd but didn’t think much of it (probably the swing moving by the breeze or something).  I also noticed that our A/C wasn’t running.  Hmmm…that’s really odd considering it’s 95 degrees outside and our designated 75 degree temp is not staying 75 degrees.

So, after Josiah’s asleep, I got my 5 minute nap and I get up to go the bathroom and hear water running.  How odd, sense everyone is inside and no one was near running water.  I peeked out my bedroom window and see an a/c man around our unit.  I stepped out the door, tried to get his attention but he didn’t hear me.

Then I thought, well, maybe Mark called them (although we’d never used them before) and asked them to come and just forgot to tell me (as crazy of a week as it’s been).  Stepped back in, called Mark and confirmed that I wasn’t insane, and that he had not called them.

I stepped back outside (with large dog in tow) and finally got the gentleman’s attention and asked him what he was doing.  He told me the address he was supposed to be at and I confirmed that was our address but that we had not asked them to come out.

“Yea,” he said, “I thought it was kind of strange I didn’t see any of our stickers on there.  But they told me this address and that there was a dog but it would be put up and that no one would be home.”

He then called the office and confirmed it was a different house number, but same street.  Hilarious!  And, he was pretty much finished with the cleaning when I “caught” him.  I tried to pay him for his work but he told me not to worry about it.  I felt so bad that he was working in that heat and then had to go and really work.  Not sure what all he did but it looks great and he said it needed it.

And then, as he was leaving, Sunny barked.

All that to bring us to my 34 week check up.  Everything looked great!  Considering that I felt horrible the day before, this was good news.  I think I may have gained one pound in six weeks.  Not bad, I say.  Not only that but I measured two weeks smaller which means I’m not “packing it on” like everyone thinks.  He felt that because of my height (although I also thinking having five babies helps) I’m more stretched out.  Baby is healthy and happy and that end that’s sticking out making me look half pregnant is his rear as we had thought.  Because I have a well worn uterus, there is still a possibility of a flip…but we’ll deal with that if the time comes.  We discussed that I wanted to do an epidural  free delivery and he was god with that.  Then I brought up the “i” word.  And, of course, he was really generous and we all agreed if there was no medical problems then waiting until I was close to 41 weeks would be fine before scheduling the induction.  He also said he would “help me along” when it got closer and I’m all for that!  I would schedule it for right at 41 weeks but he’s scheduled to leave for Alaska that Thursday and we’ve scheduled Ace’s birthday party for that Saturday so it would be best to do it that Monday or Tuesday if I don’t go into labor on my own.  So pray that I do!!!  But not before we get Super Grandmere up here to help!

And then, when we got home, the not so great news was that my meal I had prepped and cooked (so I thought) in the morning was not indeed cooked.  The chicken was raw.  And it was pushing 6 o’clock.  Off we went to Great Wraps, where kids eat free with every adult meal purchased.  We begged and pleaded coerced our friends Tracy and Kevin to come with us so we could get all our kids meals free (it’s great when their little one isn’t old enough to get a meal).  And the nice guy working there (who remembered we had come in another time…that was like two months ago), gave us free fries for the kids.

I’m getting so much free stuff, the lottery almost (and I do mean almost…but definitely not) is sounding good!

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Where it all started…

I forgot to get a picture of the B&B we stayed at but here is a link.  Mark planned months in advance for us to spend the night, the night of anniversary, where we spent the night ten years before.  It’s a little inn in Americus, Georgia (pretty much nothing big is there).  We went there on our way to our honeymoon destination, Kissimmee, Florida.
On the way there this time, we decided to take our time and stop at one of Georgia’s “natural” wonders…Providence Canyon.  I use the term natural loosely.  It was actually created in the 1800s due to poor farming practices.  The farmers who settled there did not provide proper water run off and the loose soil created this…
It actually created a total of 16 of them.  One hundred and fifty foot canyons smack dab in the middle of nowhere (trust me…it was very hard trying to find lunch before we got there…and we ate at a very nice cafe in a gas station…okay it wasn’t nice but the food was good).
It’s nickname is “The Little Big Canyon.”  And kind of shows what can happen in a “short” span of time.

The soil segments were just beautiful to look at.  Most trees were not planted but do aid in slowing down the erosion. 

At the canyon…
If you go, where comfortable hiking shoes and an hour and a half hike will bring you to the bottom of the canyons to explore the plant and wildlife that lives there.  We didn’t bring those things and since I was seven months pregnant voted to stay at the top and look out thankyouverymuch.
After our stay at the inn (which was quite uncomfortable, but the food was delicious.  I’m more of a keep it cold and I’ll sleep but the owners felt 75 was cool enough for their guests…so with the ceiling fan still on high, I tossed and turned all night long), we headed out about 20 minutes to Andersonville Prison.  If you are up and up on your Civil War  (or War of Northern Aggression) knowledge, you’ll know that this is the place where a Civil War prison was located.  It held over 40,000 Union soldiers and was built to hold far less.  They just kept bringing them in .  The conditions were horrible and many died because of lack of food, water, and ideal living conditions.  It’s a sad part of our nation’s history but one that needs to be remembered.  
An example of the structures the prisoners created to live in and the fence that surrounded them.  Our great B&B hosts talked about how the fence wasn’t even completed when prisoners started pouring in.  The Confederates had built three walls but were still working on the fourth.  The Union soldiers, because of the familiarity of brother against brother, and because of etiquette back then, didn’t try and escape.  They stayed where they were put.  Although escape might have been easier when boys and old men were guarding you (remember the able bodied men and boys were fighting in the war).
Also on the site, besides a cemetery, where veterans and the Union soldiers are buried (it really puts into perspective the number of men who died during their imprisonment…grave after grave and so many marked “Unknown Soldier.”), is a POW Museum.
The sacrifices and struggles these POWs and their families went through was displayed very well.  We could have easily spent all morning there and still not read and seen everything.  It was not enjoyable but it definitely was enlightening, somber, and reflective, as we realized the hardships and the situations the POWs experienced from the Civil War all the way through the current wars in Afghanistan and Iraq.
This is the monument erected to honor all prisoners of war.  It was quiet, peaceful, and sad all at once.
South Georgia is the place to be if you want to experience some interesting and unique history.  I grabbed up tons of brochures to help plan a family trip!  

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There and Back Again Part Two

So, from my last post, you saw we had a plan. NTB could fix the van and we were stuck for several hours waiting on my parents to come with both their cars to take us back to their house.  What to do, what to do…

Eating sounded.  Although Mark and I had very little appetite from the emotional stress of being stranded.  Right next door was a Chick-fil-a.  Of sorts.  It was called Truett’s Grill and had a sit down service type restaurant in it.  It was very pretty, clean, and had a neat toy train that ran all the way around the store (near the ceiling).  And the kids could push the button to make the train go (they pushed it so often, I think they almost broke it).  It also had a jukebox playing great oldies!  We ate, enjoyed a/c, and got refueled.  I say refueled but Liam continued to run on fumes…which mean the was ultra hyper.

As we left the restaurant, I checked my phone for messages from my parents and saw we had a voicemail. It was the mechanic.  Mark talked to him and he said he would probably have the vehicle finished by 8.  It was 6.  He was the brother, who left work at another NTB store to come across Atlanta to help us.  He went to the warehouse, checked out the parts, and started working on the van.  The bad thing was that it was going to cost a little more because it had nothing to do with the brakes.  It had to do with the wheel.  Bearings in the wheel had come loose (and flown out…which was the thud thud we heard as we drove over them), causing lots of other issues.  However, it was a quick fix, and the parts were available and he was willing to stay late, away from his family, to help us get home.

 So, I contacted my parents, with the plan they would come on, the kids and I would return to their house and Mark would hang out until it was fixed.  We walked around several of the stores nearby (thanking God there were places to go so the kids wouldn’t be bored and try to tear up the NTB waiting room).  We were heading to our second store at about 6:45 when Mark gets another call.  The van was almost finished.  What?!?  Woohoo!  I called my parents to tell them to turn around.  We were going home!  However, they were already there.  They drove by the store we were at and took Mark to NTB while the kids and I went to Target to feast on icees (for them) and a nice double chocolate something or other ice cream (for me).  By the time we were finished, Mark pulled up in our Crimson Cruiser and he and I both thanked God for all of His provision that day…

especially when he talked to the mechanic who told him that our wheel (not just the tire…the entire wheel) was about to fall off.  Any more waiting and we would have not only been stranded but probably seriously hurt.  If we had been on the interstate…well, there’s no telling.  We are all too aware of how God provided for us this day and wanted to share!

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There and Back Again…

This weekend we headed out to visit my side of the family.  We squeezed in birthdays for June as well as a retirement party for my daddy (and yes, he’ll always be my daddy).  Overall, it was a great trip.  And after I get pictures from our anniversary overnighter up, I’ll post pictures from this trip…but first, a story!

All weekend, we could see God’s hand watching over us.  Josiah felt a bug on him and started walking towards the house…Uncle J met him before Mark got there and pulled off a tick that was just crawling around.

And then Monday…well, Monday…was one right after the other of God’s hand of protection on us.

 On Monday, we got up to leave my parents house and head over to a Memorial Day celebration that they were working at (my dad makes pens out of wood…beautiful work…he also makes them out of other materials using a lathe).  After visiting with them, meeting veterans and getting in a little shopping, we headed out a little after lunch.  A rough start off included losing Josiah’s balloon and trekking up a hill to get him another.  I think I freaked out the vendors from the sweat pouring from my face and my large belly!  We were not right on the interstate for a long while, so we settled in and looked for a place to eat lunch.  About a mile out from lunch, the car jerks from side to side and then a few seconds later we hear something thud thud under the car.  Mark and I both think that we’ve lost a tire.  So, he slows down and pulls over immediately.  We both get out and all tires look great.  No flats.  Not even close to a flat.

Hmmm…that was weird but the van seemed to be running fine, so we hopped back in and took off.  We got our lunch, some running around, and a bathroom break done and then we hit the road.  A few more miles down the road, the ABS light comes on for the antilock braking system.  We grab our manual and look it up while Mark pulls over.  Nothing to worry about it seems, the ABS is just a back up braking system and as long as the brake light doesn’t come on, we can head on out and make it home.  Mark checks for leaks.  I press on the brake and hear an air sound coming out.  Mark notices too but it still doesn’t seem too concerning.  He drives it around a vacant parking lot and then turns it on and off.  The ABS light stays off.

So, we figure we’re safe and can get back going.  Driving down for several more miles Mark notices a slight grating sound as he’s driving.  It’s not constant but is frequently enough that he worries.  I dismiss it, for once, and think it’s just the road grade.  Then, the ABS light comes on.  Goes off.  Comes on.  Hmmm…that’s really weird.  Then the grating noise gets louder.   I ask Mark if we should check with Gippas (GPS) and see if there is an Autozone near by.

First, blessing of protection.  There is.  And then we pray it’s open.  It is.  Mark pulls in.  Consults the people there.  They run a quick diagnostic but can’t be for sure if it’s the brake pads.  Then a mechanic who worked at Honda came in and heard the discussion.  He thought we may have lost the brake pads and the metal shavings were irritating the ABS sensors and the grating was the rotor messing up.  He suggests we take it to NTB (National Tire and Battery) and let them look at it.  If they’re open…and they are.  So we head over there.

An hour and half of waiting and we get the word that it’s the brake pads, rotor, and caliper (I know that’s not spelled right…forgive the dysfunctional auto author…but this locked up when they were trying to pull it into the garage), that needed to be replaced.  The mechanic that Mark started with at NTB said he could get it fixed by noon the next day.  Okay, so then we start plotting calling my parents and figuring out what to do the rest of the day and where to go for the night.  We tossed around the idea of a hotel (which happend to be less than a mile away).  The mechanic offered to take us there and get his brother to help.  Then the mechanic says he’ll have his brother over and he can guarantee if fixed by 1 in the morning.

Did you get that?…this guy and his brother were more than willing to come work, away from their families, to fix our car so we could get on the road.   Mark insisted that they not do that.  The guy he had been working with had children our age so I think he empathized a lot with our predicament.

The plan was decided (and changed several times) that we would wait on my parents to finish their show, go back to their house, unload, and then drive both their vehicles to pick us up.  That would put us back at their house for the night at around 8 and then they would go in late to work the next day to take Mark up to wait on the van.  I would stay at their house (which was an hour away) …to be continued  (Just because it’s getting late and I’m hungry 🙂

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