Weeds

My children grow like the weeds. I swear, I blink and they are accomplishing things they had never done before. Each day seems like a new stage of wonder and miracles. I'm enjoying time to just be a mom! I feel like our lives are stepping into a better rhythm lately.

There is tons of time to play in the dirt. Kalani doesn't care if she's fresh out of the bath, if there is mud anywhere, she will find it. In the absence of mud, ash from the fire pit is also acceptable. 

She is asserting herself as only a 2-year-old does. If you say anything like "you're cute", she immediately stops and tells your adamantly, "NO! I Lani 2". (She's Kalani and she's 2). It's really fun. 

Daunika decided having long hair was too much work. She's far too practical to be bothered with things like brushing her hair and taking time to un-tangle it. She had some requirements though, it needed to tuck behind her ears still because it bothers her in her face. This is what I came up with! 

Life is pretty consistent for this dear child. We have a schedule we both agree on for our school work, she is still enjoying girl scouts every other week (though if you ask her it should be weekly). Some of her summer goals include swimming at Eagle Island all the time and going to Girl Scout camp alone! 

Declan. Oh this photo sums up this kid so well. Last week, Damon and Declan went on a Father/Son camp-out. It was the highlight of his year. This kid idolizes everything about his Dad. It's so incredible to watch actually! This weekend we trimmed the walnut tree away from the house because it was touching it all over the place, that's just asking for damage. Declan watched the whole time - Dad, chain saws, ladders? What couldn't this kid enjoy? He asked to climb the ladder even and Damon helped him figure out how to check if it was safe. 

He is noise in motion. There is no stopping him, no slowing down. I hope this summer to buy him a new bike. I think he really is ready to join us side by side in bike rides. I love having a park close that we can ride our bikes to and enjoy. 

Aurora is coming into her own. She has decided to really enjoy learning about horses. She has a new horse puzzle and had it completed the first day she owned it! All of the books lately from the library have been about horses too! 

Reading has become something she is feeling so confident in. I'm so proud of her! She's content to just enjoy life. She is our kid that goes with the flow easier than everyone else. Her goals for the summer are to get her very own math work books (ones that match Daunikas) and to go swimming. She's also looking forward to fresh tomatoes from the garden.  

Daunika's new adventure has been all about Egyptians, pyramids, hieroglyphics, etc. This is a message she wrote to me. She has told me about new technology that uses x-rays to tell whats inside of mummy cases and really nifty facts about how the pyramids were build (including advancing in the shape based on how they evolved in their technique!)

Aurora has decided she loves all the BOB books. I'm not sure how to break it to her that we're on the last series.... Hopefully we find a new set that she loves as much! 

These two are inseparable. 

I'm enjoying gardening at a slower pace. We are SO thrilled to be purchasing a home. We've added fruit trees (two apple and a cherry so far), raspberry plants, mulch paths to help with weeding and row spacing. We're planning about 5 more fruit trees and several huge patches of black berries as a privacy fence that doubles as FOOD! 

I'm trying out some new recipes for soap too. This is what I cut this morning. It's still super soft, I hope it hardens into a nice bar that is super gentle and moisturizing in a few weeks. 

Hope to update more later - Life calls! 

We're still alive!

I cannot believe I've neglected my loved little family blog so long! I am so sorry world, I swear we are alive and well. So much is going on that I realized the other day that I have neglected picking up my camera and loving it. Whoops.

Here's a quick update on the crazy antics of our lives!

Can you believe it? A picture of my four kids looking AT the camera and smiling. Spring is here. Sunny and warm then rainy and cold! We are really enjoying bike rides to the park a couple times a week. Yes, at more than half way through my pregnancy, I am totally riding a bike pulling two children in a bike trailer. 

Woo hoo! Instead of feeling exhausted from it, it makes me feel empowered. This 6th pregnancy for me hasn't been the easiest. I am glad to be in the middle sweet spot to enjoy it. 

In March Aurora had "minor" surgery. It was a nightmare recovery for her but she was so incredibly brave. 

She had an upper lip tie that was cut. Typically, it's a small minor surgery. For us, Aurora's healing was longer and harder. I am glad we did it. She is much happier now with the ability to fully smile. Can the mom in me admit that I slightly miss her lisp? It was adorable but her full smile is priceless! She was so thrlled once she was all healed her next goal was to lose her first tooth. She did it! She ate so many apples and carrots and did it! 

Kalani's hair has suddenly grown so much! Isn't her morning hair hysterical?! Oh so funny. 

We have a new guy in the midst of our trio of lady goats...

I believe our kids named him Peter. He is so calm and peaceful. Much bigger now, this is him at 6 days old. Some years are easy years for kids coming, this wasn't one of those years. We lost two kids that arrived with this little man. Then the first 24 hours we had a heck of a time keeping him warm or getting him to eat at all. So glad he's perfect now :)

Life would be boring on my blog without towing vehicles right? 

Lookie!

Yes, that is our truck Roger on a trailer while Betty tows his huge load home. Now, that sounds simple right?  Ha........ 8:45pm I get a call from Damon who says "Rogers starter died, I need you to come get me"... On the way to save my husband, Aurora had the craziest bloody nose I've ever seen! While she laid down flat in the car, I ran into AutoZone for the starter. No biggie right? Well, I thought my husband meant he was going to change the starter there in the parking lot. Surprise! When I get there, he wants towed home. It should be noted I have NO problem driving trailers. I have serious issues with tow straps. I hate everything about towing with tow straps... Not to mention our tow strap is super short for two huge vehicles and isn't rated to pull 8,000 lbs. 

No biggie. It's almost 10 pm, our kids are tired but being fabulous. We call friends who have this great car trailer and they save our lives... We drive an hour to pick it up. We drive the hour back to the truck. Well, Damon spent hours literally hand winching (with come alongs) his 8,000 lb truck on the trailer all by himself. It was an event, trust me. We made it home by 2 am with a broken come along, bruises and fell into our beds exhausted! 

Story over right? No. We broke the damn trailer getting it OFF. 

Did I mention my tow rating is 6,000 lbs and the truck + trailer = over 10,000 lbs. 

Yep. My suburban is a bad ass. 

Since our last blog post, Declan had a birthday! This awesome little man decided to be different and have a carrot cake this year. He tells everyone he meets that he is four with enthusiasm. 

He loved the cake. Thank you Costco for helping me through exhaustion sometimes!

I'll have to update more later! Carry on lovely folks <3

Life goes on!

I cannot believe it is almost the end of February. Where has my year gone so far? January was a brutal month. Full of mourning and the emotional cliff that I fell off after all the dust settled. People assumed "Christmas" would be hard because my Mom and I were so close and she passed away just before a huge holiday... Ya know? Christmas was easy. It's the random Tuesday when the kids have been really clingy, I'm tired and just need a pep-talk that I've picked up the phone a few times, dialed and realized in horror that the phone would never be answered again. Those are hard moments I tell ya. I gave myself January to fall apart. I think after the planning, the details, the holiday, everything... I just needed those silent moments to finally and deeply cry it out. It's still hard, but better and better daily.

Life around here hasn't stopped much. We took a sabbatical from everything to give me time, but that certainly didn't mean my little people slowed down. While there is no home school co-op on Thursdays for us this term, no girl scout cookies we're selling, no _____ (fill in the blank with our usual crazy busy antics!) we have enjoyed the peaceful time to just bunker down and heal.

There have been peaceful supportive friendships holding us together... 

Lots of meals still to be made with tiny little peoples help!

Of course, it wouldn't be OUR life if we didn't enjoy towing cars.... No really, we towed two cars this month. In the absolutely awesome snow and ice fun, our little civic could not get up the tiny slope in our yard. ... Fear not, this is a photo of our Suburban pulling our civic through the ice to park :) When it snows, melts, then freezes, our gravel driveway literally becomes an ice skating rink. The kids love it! 

The second car was my brothers civic, it's currently waiting in my yard to be fixed and he has our civic. I absolutely love being the family that helps each other. Rafa helped Damon with our truck work recently, and around and around we go :) That's how it's suppose to be!

Daunika was absolutely crushed when she found out she needed glasses. For over a week, she worried that she would hate them and be the only kid in the world with glasses..... and then they arrived! She excitedly yelled "MOM! Did you know there are black lines on the carpet?!?!" Yes, yes I did. She is absolutely over the moon excited to be able to see clearly again. Last year at her eye exam, she needed no glasses but this year had a pretty significant change. There is certainly a learning curve, she found out fast she can't wrestle in them and jumping on the trampoline needs caution but overall, she loves that she can see again and I think she looks adorable!

We have enjoyed a good amount of snow this year so far and I love that we got out and really played in it. We walked to a nearby church gathering and people said "of course you walked, you walk everywhere in any weather". It was kind of funny, I guess we do!

Just five days after the above pictures were snapped, came serious rain. And with rain came mud and ice, lots of it! Of course we were out there in it. Here's Aurora stomping on walnuts for our chickens in the rain. 

We're on a serious mandala coloring page kick. The kids have spent hours hunting down their favorites and printing then coloring in all manner of ways. It's a peaceful activity and I love it. 

Declan has decided he's not cutting his hair anymore. I don't really care but it's just starting to hit his eyes and I wonder how long he'll actually last before he freaks out and runs to the bathroom with scissors himself. His head, not mine.

Damon's been really busy with work. It's fun to see his awesome brain work endless hours and be so amazing at what he does. 

I've had lots of babies welcomed in the new year as a busy doula. So far, more girls than boys this year.... Last year was a more boys than girls year! 

I expect to be pretty busy until June when I'll take some time off.... It is indeed true, the Huberty family is growing again. We were so blessed this week to hear a beautiful heartbeat. We're thrilled to welcome someone small into our home in September <3

Christmas Antics

I heard a rumor that life goes back to normal... With four busy kids and Christmas coming, I'd say our life is full swing "back to normal" after an intense 5 weeks surrounding losing my mom. One of the things I absolutely know for certain is that my Mama would have wanted life to continue, for life to be well, for happiness to surround us.

CHRISTMAS is a great reason to have a damn good time!

First, there is SNOW outside... 

Then, there is getting a Christmas tree! 

And... with trees come LIGHTS!

Well, they are suppose to go on the tree....

And they did indeed make it on the tree. 

There is Christmas cookie making for friends and family! 

Beautiful sunsets with icicles hanging from my house? Way cool!

And our SUPER cool family adventure today? 

Graham cracker house making. Tons of candy, frosting and all of us together? Holy fun times!

And our creations:

Merry Merry Christmas!!

Home, Finally (written November 23).

What a roller coaster.

While I'd like to pretend life is all Polly Anna and stuff, the truth is, I'm a wee bit at my whits end. After my blog about my mother coming to live with me things got a bit nuts around here. What was expected to be a reasonably simple "Moms just getting older" turned into a two week stay in the hospital and a hell of a soul searching decision.

Thursday November 7th, I woke up and took my mom to a doctors appt. The week before it was a blur. I had moved her in to our home with the intention of packing her stuff and all that jazz, but with the expectation that she was healthy just needing a bit more support. Deep down in my gut I knew I was fooling myself. She was sick and in denial. Cardiology appointment went OK, but following that prompting that "something isn't right", I asked them to pull some labs. I took her home a few hours later and went to co-op. I couldn't actually teach my classes at all because I was so distracted with worry. by 4 pm, I got a call that her labs were critical and she needed to get to a hospital immediately. In fact, the lovely nurse offered to send an ambulance.

I carried her. I didn't want her to be scared of an ambulance but indeed, even since I had seen her 2 hours before, she had rapidly decompensated and couldn't walk much. I did what anyone would do - I carried her. I spent the night in the ER as I watched her be unable to tell us her name, she couldn't say where she was, she was nearly in a coma.

Was this my Mom? What the hell did I miss that morning that I didn't take her in to the ER instead of taking her to a cardiology appointment? Guilt overcame me.

 I signed form after form for her care. Basically they told me not to hold my breathe, she might not make it through the night..... Two weeks in the hospital, constant medications and ICU care, we faced a cross roads. Countless doctors, nurses, respiratory therapists, physical therapists, you name it, we saw them. Test after test confirmed that not a lot was changing. We had to "face the facts".

I waited diligently by her side. I answered questions about her health as best I could. I became known as "the tenacious daughter of 42". Well, damnit, I need to know what the heck was going on. I didn't appreciate floor 6, I am glad we moved to ICU when we did, I might have punched a nurse or two...

Once in ICU it became clear, her poor body just wasn't going to get better. We needed to make a choice - do we keep probing, prodding, or do we focus on bringing her home and surrounding her with a great family and good memories.

One of the hardest parts of this process is my Mama doesn't realize she's dying. She is adamant that she is fine. Over the two weeks in the hospital, countless doctors tried to talk to her about her condition and each time she didn't seem to get it or go into a deep denial. I don't know which, but as a daughter watching her decline and see test after test, there isn't a lot I can do to describe this kind of anguish.

It should be noted, my despair is a different kind of a despair you might see in a normal mother-daughter situation. In my case, I have deep rooted fears about being an orphan again. It is such an intensity that I cannot even describe it. It is impossible to describe that kind of fear, trauma.

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Written November 23rd. I forgot to publish this.

Two more feet in my home...

Oh the heavy heart weighs me down today. I'm teary and a bit restless. I'm facing an enormous task and feeling a bit alone in it. Several months ago, I experienced a pretty traumatic miscarriage of our 5th child. Many would say "you have enough children", "why tempt fate?", "just assume that was God saying stop". Few said things like that, instead many rallied around for my support in helping me as I grieved. Those beautiful souls who let me stay at their home all day when the news hit, the friends who brought me food to help feed my family while I lost my footing for a week and was healing, those who brought me a project to keep my hands busy as my mind raced. Among my many blessings, I just knew life was going to be ok somehow...... It is.


Until this week............



This would be another heart stopping moment. The moment when I realize my home is growing by two feet again... but not the ones I expected. With a heavy heart, a serving spirit, I realize that my Mom will be moving in with us. She hasn't been well for some time and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if I would be ready when this call needed to be made, but I'm not sure I was. She hasn't recovered from her heart attack two years ago. In fact, I'd say she is worse today than she was before.

My mind races as I begin to asses this new chapter in my life. My mom is 70. Not 90. Not 100. I want to cry and scream and tell the world it's unfair. I want to rant and rave that I want her healthy and perfect another 20 or 50 years. I am so incredibly sad and I cannot even describe it. Now, it's not all gloom and doom. I'm excited to have my mom near by. Even if she can't be that support that I so desperately have clung to in the past, the roles can change and I will be that for her. She is the woman that I get the pleasure of introducing as not the mom who birthed me but the one who chose to keep me despite all odds. Hours and hours of laughter, friendship and intelligent conversations. She is my Mom. I adore her.

This weekend we prepare our home to welcome her with open arms. My kids are thrilled. I don't think they understand yet that Grandma is sick and needs our help but I hope their little hearts are resilient and peaceful as we love her during this difficult time.

About 7 years ago we took care of my great grandmother during her final year. It was heart breaking work. To watch the end of the circle of life when my profession is surrounding the beginning of the circle is so bittersweet. To realize your family members have lived full and beautiful lives is awesome, to realize you will miss them so incredibly much is not awesome.

I am not one to send those who are aging into homes. I am not one who believes society is doing ourselves a favor by filling facilities with those in need of care as they age. I disagree. Where is the heart? The soul? The service? I won't allow my family to sink quietly into the night and die among strangers. I'm well aware this is harder. I've done it before, in the last decade. I just can't leave her somewhere. She wouldn't want that. Doesn't want that.

She doesn't want to be a burden either. 

I understand. I really truly do. 

I am excited. Torn. Scared. Exhausted. Splintering. Elated. Hopeful. Devastated. 

This isn't a journey I expected this decade. I assumed my kids would be teenagers, I assumed we'd live somewhere else, I assumed I had time.... I assumed SHE had time. 

Hold on dear ones, I'm going to need all the strength I can rally from all of you. I'll need your support, your prayers, your confidence in me. This is going to be rough on me. 

This is going to be rougher on her and that makes me sad. 

These are the days

What do 18 women, 1 cabin, 3 days equal? 

A Mom's Retreat of course! 

What a weekend it was. Over the last 4 years, I am proud to look around me and realize the depth of the friendships I've developed. I am a social creature by nature and appreciate a healthy support network. I've attended many Mom's Retreats with these same women but this one was harder and not all at once. Many of us came to the retreat with full plates. Our burdens worn on our sleeves for others to see and as we were out of our safe and comfortable homes, we shared tears and laughter and love and true friendship. It wasn't the light and carefree retreat I was expecting, it was better. 

Let's not be TOO serious here. We were surrounded by amazing views. This is the empty resevoir that is Lake Cascade. While it's absolutely beautiful to look at from this point.. We kept walking on... 

But first we had to take some leaps of faith. I think we jumped over 5 of these irrigation channels in the field. But walking in a field isn't enough.... 

That might be us going through a fence to get INTO THE LAKE!

Woo hoo!! We made it. See all that sand? 

Inside the lake :)

Proof I was there too!

And of course.... We walked around a bit, which means we didn't get through the fence at the same point and had to find a different way over/through it to get back to our cabin... 

This time we went over the fence.... but not I. Nope. That fence pole looked like a nightmare to an overweight chick... 

Instead, I got to prove there ARE wild things in the trees up north. :)

I promise, it wasn't all dreary or deep, nor was it just light and fun. It was the perfect safe place to solidify friendships and make memories. We played hide and go seek in the middle of the night at a play ground, some hung upside down from their knees on the jungle gym. We hung out for FIVE hours in the hot tub the first night and talked and talked and talked. We had thought provoking devotionals and great food. Who are we kidding, we all probably had stomach aches too because we survived on carbs and laughter for the first day. And chocolate truffles from Costco that I must never remember again otherwise they are going to be a new addiction!!! There were silent down times. Places to tuck away and read or knit or just be. There was one and one talk-time and large group gatherings. There was laughter and love and just everything I needed. 

I'm so glad we went. It was absolutely perfect. Even in the imperfections of it, the depth of some of our burdens to be shared with each other. Sometimes it was harrowing to listen to the pains of another. Sometimes it was raw to expose your own. It also was the greatest joy to hold each other up in those vulnerable moments. I really have the best friends in the entire world. 

Heading home from this weekend in a car with a friend of mine was the perfect amount of silence and reflection. I appreciate the ability to sit in silence these days. While it is indeed harder for me than others, I recognize the growth it symbolizes. Silence is sometimes scary but oh so needed for my ever-busy soul. 

What a great Mothers Retreat. I look forward to the next already. 

xoxo