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and their dogs

Monday, January 24th, 2011

I was originally going to title this “Mountainous areas attract earth loving liberals and their dogs.”

But I realize how controversial that statement is, and I happen to love a few earth loving liberals…and their dogs… so we’ll just keep it with “and their dogs.”

In typical Burgess fashion, we took a 6 and a half hour drive and turned it into a 48 hour adventure. And that was just one way.

My Mamaw turns 90 today and that is something worth celebrating, ya’ll! She is probably the original source of my sassiness.

See what I mean?

That’s Mamaw. Fanning herself with some cold hard cash.

First we stopped off in Georgia so that Brent could attend some business-ish meetings and then chugged off toward Bristol, VA by way of Asheville, NC.

We partied with my dad’s side of the family. I enjoyed the view, watching my children play with my cousin’s children and meeting second cousins for the first time.

Babies were passed around…

…and we ate way too many mayonnaise-based hor d’oeuvres followed by birthday cake dyed bright pink (with red dye #40, which is totally acceptable on one’s 90th birthday. If you’ve lived that long, you are probably going to survive a good dose of #40. Just sayin’…)

We even let Evie have some. (I KNOW!)

The soon-to-be-newest member of the family got introduced to Mamaw:

Looks like Uncle Opie has Mamaws blessing. ;)

I have no fancy words to introduce the following photos to you except this one, ENJOY.

At this point it would also be appropriate to note that none of my mountain dwelling relatives are liberals. And none have unnatural affections for furry things.

Anyway. We reversed course on our way home to explore Asheville. And we came across a great many people…and their dogs. Face clearly communicated that they were not sure what to think about our brood descending on their eco friendly haven of dog loving people… and their dogs.

Now. I like me some old dogs. I love old family dogs that don’t have teeth. I love little puppies that belong to other people. I love that people rescue abused dogs and find nice homes for them. But those dogs that get treated like children? THAT, I do not understand. Of course, it isn’t the dog’s fault.

And just like I don’t get that they worship the ground their dogs walk on, they don’t get why I find value in my little humans. Only, they’re HUMANS. So I also don’t get why they don’t get it.

So our first stop was the Whole Foods Market in town, which really has been an independent grocer that just got bought out by Whole Foods. So, I’m going to assume that the friendly helpfulness characteristic of Whole Foods Market hasn’t set in yet. I did eventually find one really friendly cashier that shared about how her sister had four kids all at one time…because she was on fertility meds. And then she went on to have two more. Oh the insanity of it all.

And as we bounded back and forth between the potties and the small booth we were crammed into while shouting about the large dogs people were walking out in the parking lot as we quietly sat and ate our breakfast, I could feel stares. And I don’t imagine this sort of thing, people. I usually operate in a mode that assumes that everyone around me realizes how awesome my children are. So, you can see how it is a little shocking to me when their expression communicates, “Wow. There are a whole da*n lot of them.” I think we further confused them by the way that our children stayed put where we put them and walked like socialized peoples through the store, without ravaging every display or throwing their food at each other. Their feelings were evident in the way that they, perturbed, shoved past us, or  when they stealthily tried to cut me in line. For coffee. Yes. This woman rammed our cart, which had our precious little Evie sitting in it, to cut me in line. FOR COFFEE. Guess again, lady. I’ve got four kids and my ability to keep up with all of them is very much sustained by coffee. So, I spoke up and you better believe I got my coffee. First. So there.

And I see their “Dog is Love” bumper stickers and think, “Seriously? They LICK THEIR BUTTS.”

So, you can see how we didn’t really fit in that well. I’m sure there are some really great family friendly spots in beautiful Asheville. We just never stumbled across any. Except the hotel room.

I quickly realized that it was very acceptable to have only one child and wear them in a baby carrier everywhere you go.

And I secretly wished I had worn a shirt that said, “I birthed all these babies unmedicated in my living room. “ Then it would have been more acceptable that we pushed our little cart right past the sign that said, “Please no carts in the café area”.  I’ve got a whole lot of food for my buncha kids, people, and I can’t carry it all. K?

So they stared. Some people offered gracious smiles and “I can’t believe how well behaved they are.” And I refrained from any sarcastic remarks about how we only let them out of their boxes on Sundays for church. Other cashiers barely spoke to us and people bustled around because we moved just a little too slowly.

And I could feel their stares as we polluted their air with the big ol Suburban we had borrowed for the trip. But hey, that Suburban is filled with precious people. As Anna Duggar said,

“I may be driving a Hummer, but my baby is cloth diapered. You may drive a smaller car, but you are using disposables.”

And that is about as ugly as it gets from a Duggar.

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Pitty the Foo’!

Monday, August 30th, 2010

Ya’ll remember Mr. T right?

Anyway.

I woke up this morning with stuff to say.

Now, this isn’t a real problem for us, but occassionally when we go out I see looks of pity on people’s faces… and the comments. The comments do not get to me. (You know, “Bless your heart” type stuff. Like I’m a one legged beggar on the side of the road or something.) I’m not irritated with them or offended. I mostly just feel sorry for the people

who see dollar amounts instead of children
who treasure their decaying earthly possessions more than the eternal soul of another person
who buy big houses to store them up with lots of crap while their souls are empty
who think that because we have a “large” family we must be poor

or (almost worse) who think that we have many children because we can “afford” it.

I don’t know about ya’ll, but I grew up with only one sibling. A brother. And my parents both worked two jobs for much of the latter part of our upbringing. Eventually they had a third child and for 3 years all three of us lived under the same roof. But for most of my growing up years, there were only two of us. There were times when money was tight and my parents honestly prayed for our next meal. And then the doorbell rang and there was a sack of groceries or a wad of cash shoved in the mailbox.

I can remember my mother sweetly suggesting that we try the thrift store for back to school clothes…before we hit K-mart to spend the big bucks. I can remember doing all of the Christmas shopping for my little brother at used and second hand stores. I can remember my mamma staying up until 4 a.m., working with her hands to craft something to sell at a festival or fair that began in only a few hours. I can remember my dad trading in his own car for my bright shiny pick up truck, and not having his own car for a while because of it.

But when I look back (and I’m pretty sure I can speak for my older brother here too), I never think of “doing without”. I can’t remember the feeling of being poor or worrying over it. Our parents stressed one thing over and over again…the only thing you can take to heaven with you is people. The other stuff doesn’t matter. What’s stands out the strongest when I reminisce is the times of laughing it up with my older brother. We didn’t need toys. We had them, but our best play times were spent with a fan and a cassette tape recorder. In our underwear. (We had clothes, but being underwear super heroes was way funner.) Our house was always pretty and clean. My mamma didn’t need fancy stuff to help her clean or decorate. She made a lot of our home decor with her own two hands.

And yes, I pity the fool who works day and night to pay for the house, the car, the tv, the fancy phone, the fancy food, but would never give a second thought to having another child, or investing in life of one of the countless millions of orphans across the globe.

Pity me? Please don’t. I’m so rich! I get to build up souls for the kingdom of God, and keep these treasures this side of heaven!

When you look at your children today, see their little souls. Every word, every action, every small.little.thing.you.do matters. The dirty diapers in the night. The endless squabbles with siblings. The breakfast you cooked that everyone hated. It’s all for the glory of God and the building of his kingdom. May your words be like drops of rain on their thirsty souls today, Mammas!

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15 More to Go

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

I LOVED this detailed look into the lives of the Duggars! This book was inspiring, encouraging and fascinating.

It was awesome to read that Michelle Duggar herself sat and cried some days when she had all littles around her feet. It’s easy to look at their family now, all perfectly lined up with clean neat clothing and well behaved and think that Michelle probably did everything perfectly when her oldest were still small. You imagine her as the mother walking through the grocery store with 5 children under 5 and no one crying or grabbing. You assume that she schooled them all with the patience of a saint every single day and never had a day where she felt so overwhelmed that it seemed as though the world was going to swallow her whole. I’m glad to report to you that she had days where she cried… a lot (according to the book). I felt so vindicated when I read that!

It would also be easy to read about their lifestyle and schooling methods and feel completely overwhelmed and lost. Their house runs very efficiently and she has a great system going. But it would be ridiculous for me to expect our family to operate the same way- there are not 21 of us. We are just 6, and 2/3 of us are under the age of 6! A massive amount of information was provided for the period of their lives that only included small babies though. Since I hope to one day have mature teenagers who actually love their parents, I can take a peek into the lives of the Duggars and see what they did right to this end.

Here is what I picked up on:

  1. They are consistent. They consistently apply their interpretation of God’s Word to every stinkin’ area of their lives: how they dress, how they do church, how (and why) they teach their children, the types of friends they have, the entertainment they allow into their home. It all lines up with no discrepancies (and the book accounts of times when they ventured off of the narrow way). They may not be perfect in their interpretation of scripture, but they are consistent.
  2. They are patient. These people do not mind waiting for something good. They went one whole summer without AC in their new house because they insist on paying cash for everything. They also went that entire summer without grass for the same reason. And the Lord has rewarded their determination with some ridiculously good deals.
  3. Obtaining their children’s hearts is top priority. They are quick to ask forgiveness and confess to their children if they have wronged one of them. They serve their children without complaining. They make room for each and every child, allowing them to flourish in their individual gifts and uniquely cherishing every single one of them. I cannot fathom doing that with 19 children!
  4. They are humble. Period.

I’ve learned that taking care of myself is top priority, because if I’m not well, I can’t care for everyone else very well. Michelle tries really hard, bless her heart, to eat healthy. (I did get a pretty good laugh out of her confession t0hat eating a Reese’s cup a day during one pregnancy resulted in a 10 pound baby. I’m pretty sure other factors were involved. ;) )

I’ve learned to give Brent some room to make mistakes. Jim Bob sure made some stupid ones in their early days! But it was those mistakes that caused him to be a little bit wiser and make super great choices later on.

The book is written by Jim Bob and Michelle together. Brent hasn’t read it yet, but I hope he does. I think it could be inspiring for both man and woman, no matter how many children you plan on having.

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Deadline Rapidly Aproaching

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

I found out I was pregnant with Charis when Arwen was about 9 or 10 months old. I looked from the pregnancy test down at the infant playing happily at my feet and thought, “What the heck?!

Don’t get me wrong, I was super excited about having another baby. I really can’t remember what I did all day long when I only had one, but I don’t remember being very busy, tired, or stressed out much.

The task of preparing for a baby when you’ve still got a baby was a little daunting and I turned to the experts for help- The Quiverfull Digest folks. (I’m no longer getting the digests, but they were fascinating and helpful as I tried to picture what life with more than one child would be like back then.) I got the very best response to my query, and have followed this advice for every single addition to our family:

Whenever a new one is added to the family, allow 6 weeks of chaos and up to 6 months of adjusting time.

For the first 6 weeks, do not get out of your pajamas and do not leave your house. Use paper plates if you have to. Do not vacuum and try to avoid the laundry if you can. Accept that the house is going to be a mess- if you don’t have helpers or older children- and don’t apologize for it! Rest and enjoy your baby and forget about everything else. Nap every day and sleep in as often as possible.

Then, you should allow your baby and family 6 months to adjust to an additional person. Work up to having a regular routine and cutting back on the chaos. At this point, begin trying to get up earlier and try not to need a nap every day. Start being productive again.

The way this works for me is that I try to do as little as possible for the first 6 weeks. I sleep in when Brent is here in the mornings and nap during the kid’s afternoon naps if I can. I cook as little as possible, but we don’t use paper plates because they irritate the snot out of me. Then I give myself the next few months to get it together. The more children I have during this time period, the longer it takes. But so far I’ve always managed to regain control of the household by that six month deadline.

And here is what I mean by “getting it together”: I get that baby on a nap routine first of all. It’s difficult to manage a house when you’ve got a cranky baby on your hands, or keeping you up at night. And for our family, both of those problems are usually resolved by giving our children predictable routines. I like my babies to take a nap 2 hours after they get up (usually the first nap is around 9 or 10) and then another nap in the afternoon (around 1) and after that they might get to doze off right around dinner prep time. I like to have them in bed by 8 p.m. Sometimes I have to wake them from their morning nap, or they’ll nap too long and not be sleepy at 1 when their siblings are napping.

Once I’ve got that baby sleeping, I know that I can “do stuff” during those sleep times. Right now, the morning nap is school time with the girls and the afternoon nap is my time. I can also start counting on baby playing on the floor with toys so I can fold laundry with the kids instead of having my arms full with sleeping newborn. (Of course I prefer arms full with sleeping newborn to folding laundry any day!)

That effort of getting that baby down for naps and letting her sleep undisturbed pays off in so many ways!

Evie turns 6 months old in 19 days.

It was while I was reading the Duggar book that I realized the disorder that my home was in. This wasn’t shocking, since I plan on disorder for the first 6 months, but I usually try to phase the disorder out in a more timely fashion.

The next 19 days are Orderliness Boot Camp. ;) You can expect to see a return of the colorful wall chart shortly.

Today was day one of getting Evie naps. Normally, I’ve started this by now, but ummm…. life is busy around here! Evie isn’t resting well at night and I’m pretty sure it’s because I haven’t gently guided her sleep patterns. Around 9:30 this morning I had been carrying her around for about 30 minutes, keeping her up. The other kids were playing pretty well together with the Little People, so I explained to them that I was going upstairs to put Evie to nap in her bed and I really really really needed them to play quietly or they were going to HAVE IT. ;)

She went right to sleep as I nursed her and stayed asleep when I laid her down. But then I let her sleep too long and she wasn’t quite ready for a nap with the others later on. She still ended up sleeping for almost all of naptime!

Trust me, some days she hasn’t gotten ANY rest because the house has been so chaotic and loud and turned upside down.

And while she is doing all this resting, I’m planning on fixing up some other things in the house to make it run more efficiently.

Work smart, not hard ya’ll. ;)

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In which Brent brings out the white board

Friday, January 15th, 2010

You know, I had this blog all perfect in my mind in the middle of the night. I should have just hacked it out while it was fresh.

Anyway.

Edited to Add: I remembered, again in the middle of the night, those small details I left out. Find them in italics. ;)

It would only be fair to tell you how I first came upon this belief system, sometimes referred to as “Quiverfull”. It involves publicly macerating outwitting an unsuspecting individual. In Bible College I participated in a debate on the subject of Birth Control. (I was debating against it. And this role was assigned to me, believe it or not!)It was an unsuspecting young lady indeed who braved the very extremely short line of folks willing to go up against me. (Okay. So she was the only one in line.) She had no idea. Since this was Bible School, I turned to scripture for answers. Over a series of debates arguments were slashed, issues debated, and the battle won. I responded to all arguments in a brazenly honest fashion and by the end of it, other students eyed her in the hallways as if she were Margaret Sanger in the flesh. Don’t worry though… she became one of the best friends (and later my maid of honor) that I’ve ever had!

First of all, a huge thank you to everyone who responded to my rambling wonderings the other day! I know it’s a very personal issue, but also a highly misunderstood choice by many. People who choose not to use birth control are sometimes looked at as “self righteous” and people who do practice family planning often feel that they are being looked at as “unspiritual.” I’ve got enough people sticking their noses in my bedroom, that I might as well be honest about how I feel about it. ;)

Brent has spent quite a lot of time examining scriptures, and once he gets it all typed out, I’ll share it. But for now, I’ll just give you a tid bit.

And it involves a white board.

Brent white board Can’t see what he’s writing? Oh boy. Feast your eyes upon this. He’s goal oriented, if nothing else.

white board

Have you figured out the scrawling numbers?

The first column is the average number of kids most Christian families are having now: 1.5, the 1.5 next to that indicates a total of 1.5 descendants. The next line indicates the number of children our children would have if they  each had 1.5 children (3.5). The number next to that (4.5) indicates the TOTAL number of descendants at that point. So, in 80 years, as the red column indicates, the two of us together would have a rather pathetic lineage of 15.75. In eighty years.

The next set of numbers indicates if we stop at four kids and each of our descendants has 3.5 kids. After four generations we would have 239 people we’ve influenced.

The next set of numbers indicates if we have only 8 children. Total descendants: 477.

With 12 children, and each of our descendants having 3.5 children, in 80 years, the total is 715! Seven hundred and fifteen people, forever changing the face of the earth. 715 souls living forever for eternity, what an impact!

So, Brent’s question to me is this: What sort of impact are we wanting to make on this earth? What sort of impact does God expect from us? He hopes to show me, by scripture, that the question is not of the quality but of the quantity.

So, with his white board gimmick, he hopes to approach me as a salesman.

But, he’s still a rockstar by night. ;)


brent guitar

I’m still trying to remember the rest of it. Maybe if I actually sleep at night, instead of stare at the ceiling pondering these things, my memory would improve?

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Shades of Gray

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

Is it ‘grey’, or ‘gray’?

Anyway. Recently, while commenting on this blog, an interesting thought process began in my mind.

Now, some of you will be really surprised to hear that I would ever even think of questioning my decisions on birth control. Some of you may not even know that I had any hard core beliefs. So, I must preface this posting with yet another disclaimer. I don’t claim to have it all figured out, and am certainly not naive enough to think that life always happens perfectly, even when you follow all the rules. With that in mind, I’ve got some questions.

I invite conversation on this topic, but only if you can be respectful of what others may have to say, as well as what I’ve said here. The main goal of this blog is NOT to figure out what the “rule” is in this area, but how can I/we best glorify God with our actions and choices.

Now, this was what came out of my response to Julie’s question about contraception methods:

When we first got married, we believed that we would not use any form of contraception, natural or otherwise. I think it took about four months for me to get pregnant, and we were trying to conceive. Then I believed that I wouldn’t get pregnant while breastfeeding, but boy was I wrong! LOL DD1 was just 10 months old when I found out DD2 was on the way. Every single pregnancy has come while I was breastfeeding, but interestingly enough they get further apart with each one.

We have never done anything to prevent children, and between two of our babies I never even had a period, so a natural method would have been difficult anyway.

However, life with four small children is proving difficult. I squirm when I think of adding a fifth *right now*. And honestly, sometimes struggle with BOTH mindsets…

  • The mindset that believes that children are burdens and so I really just want a girl and a boy and a big house and lots of time to myself…

AND

  • The mindset that seems to proclaim that if you don’t have as many kids as possible, you must not believe that children are blessings. So my question is: Can’t I have four kids, believe that they are blessings, and glorify God in that?

Because I believe that the chief end of man is to glorify God. So, I normally answer questions by reflecting on whether or not God can be glorified through that action. KWIM? =D

What was once a very black and white thing has turned a slight shade of gray for me right now. DH and I are praying about it. We would never do anything permanent, such as a vasectomy. Then we might be tempted to justify our natural birth control measures by saying “Well, if God wants to bless us again, maybe He can, despite our using Natural Family Planning”. But then if THAT is the way it is, why try to prevent at all? If God is only going to circumvent our actions and force His will anyway?

Which THEN brings me to question: Does He force His will? Are there children that some people could have been blessed with, that they missed out on because they wanted to choose their own timing? God says in Jeremiah that BEFORE he was formed in the womb He knew Him. Before. Before conception?

Can God lead a couple to avoid conception because that is His will for their life for a period of time? And what is the best way to do that? Of course scripture says that the only time we are to withhold our body from our spouse is during periods of prayer and fasting. What does this all mean?

These are hard questions, aren’t they?

I just want to please God. I want my life, my actions, my choices, my thoughts…. all of it, I want all of that to glorify Him and point others to Him. How can I best do that in this area?

Maybe the answer to that question doesn’t look the same for everyone.

Here to freak you out

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that when I meet people for the first time I should say, “Hi, my name is Missi, and I’m here to freak you out.” Chatty strangers tend to draw out any number of details about my lifestyle that evidently totally fascinates them.

Tonight I went to purchase an area rug I found on Craigslist. This particular couple was very friendly. While we waited for the dude to go make change for me, the wife chatted me up. Eventually it came out that I was pregnant…with my fourth. And my oldest is four. (I only took the extremely volatile three year old with me because it was a really big rug to try to fit in the van.) These were upper middle class Americans, clearly only planning to have one child. She asked if I was done. (I’ll rant later on how completely inappropriate that question is.) I told her no. So she asked if maybe I was going to stop at 5.

“MMMmmmm. Probably not.”

“So, like, how many kids are you going to have?”

“I don’t know. However many I end up with I guess.”

“So, what number though, like seven…or ten?”

“Yeah. Ten sounds good to me.”

“So did either of you come from big families?”

“Nope. Small families.”

“So you just like children a lot or something?”

(Here’s where I could have totally reversed the questioning and asked what was so wrong with her child that she didn’t want more, but I was feeling merciful.)

“Yeah. I love my kids. They’re great!” 

Mercifully, Charis needed to go potty and that line of questioning was interrupted. I had totally blown her mind at this point, and we hadn’t even delved into birth, politics, or education. Why on earth would anyone choose to just have children as they came when you have so many options for preventing them?!? Aside from those “options” just being totally and completely unnatural and irreversibly devastating to the female body, it really shocks people to meet someone who genuinely likes their kids! 

When her husband got back from making change, she had me explain to him my future fertility plans. “Nice to meet you, my name is Missi, I am extremely fertile and I like it.” Seriously. I should have launched into an explanation of the birds and the bees in case they weren’t totally sure how all that works out. I digress.

I thought about really freaking them out and telling them that I home birth, but my stomach was starting to growl. We all know how that  conversation goes. 

“Wow. So you have them at home. Do they have pain medication for you there?”

“Yes, I keep my demerol on the top shelf next to my birth control pills in the bathroom.” Oh no… wait. That’s just what I imagine saying. 

Thankfully, Arwen wasn’t with me or they may have discovered any number of things about us that make completely incapable of fitting inside of anyone’s box:

Home birthing, non-family planning fertility embracing, home schooling, organic gardening, soap making, herb loving, tree people huggers, who neither fit into the right or the left in politics, embrace a model of Christianity that has totally been lost in the modern day church, organic eating yet also junk food junkies, attachment parents that spank lovingly discipline their children…

We’re just a walking freak show rubix cube. (Does anyone know how to spell that? Spell check was no help.)

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Hybrid Dieting

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008

Hybrid Dieting. This is the term that I have given to define my current status: DIETING WITH PMS.

It occured to me that this was going on just now when I felt guilty for eating THREE…no, wait FOUR cookies. I did not feel guilty because of the sugar or chocolate, but because of the wheat. The sugar and chocolate were merely a means to get through my crampy afternoon. The whole wheat was purely unnecessary (and I’m not supposed to be eating any wheat right now, per diet rules.)

Some of you have asked how I’m doing with the whole “no sugar thing.” For five weeks straight I ate no grains or starches, and no sugar. (I was allowed two “cheats” per week, and you better believe I used them!) I’ve been using Xylitol instead of sugar, in my coffee, and really just being hungry for lack of the grains (no brown rice, no oats, no wheat, no spelt, no NOTHIN’). When you take out all that stuff, all that is left is meat and veggies and fruit.

And I lost 14 pounds.

Then I gained one, but that could have been from water retention and bloating that led up to the most current events.

So, now I am an angry, hungry, hormonal woman and I must have chocolate and anything chewy or I will indeed turn into a fire breathing dragon. I’m just trying not to GAIN weight right now, and when this has passed (in about 4 more days) I will resume trying to LOSE weight. 

It’s so funny how sometimes God gives us what we want to our own detriment. I just don’t lose weight after I have a baby. I gain 50 and lose about 30 and then I’m stuck with 20. So, 20 x 3 kids is SIXTY! Yikes! I was fearful that after the next baby I’d find myself EIGHTY pounds overweight, and also worried about what might happen during pregnancy if I were 60 pounds overweight. SO, I set my goal to lose 25 pounds before I got pregnant again. (I have already resigned myself to the fact that I will not be able to attain my pre-baby weight any time soon.) 

So, I said a lil’ prayer and asked the Lord to give me time to lose weight. And He graciously has. 

Only now I have had to deal with FOUR months of PMS! 

I think I’d rather be fat and pregnant.

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