Honesty Day 2

I know I'm not totally alone in this because people tell me all the time that I'm not.

But really.

Does anyone else's house really get this messy?

And even if it does, does it really stay that way for months at a time?

And even if that does happen, does anyone else really sit down on the couch at the end of the day, turn on Netflix, and pretend like you didn't have to dump a bunch of stuff onto the floor in order to sit down on the couch?

My house hasn't been clean since I got pregnant with Roger.

Not that it was ever really clean before him, it's just reached new heights of messy.

Sure, there's been a day here and there that it's gotten clean enough. We hosted Easter in April and birthdays in July. So the house was clean for a minute then. And it took me a week at least of several meltdowns to prepare the house for those occasions.

I only clean the kids' bathroom when I know someone is coming over. I usually only clean our bathroom when it's so disgusting even the kids don't want to go in there. I hate cleaning bathrooms.

The master bedroom is the messiest room in the house.

Very recently the house was such a mess that you could not take more than one step without having to step over something… throughout the entire house.

My kitchen looks like this probably 4 times a week.

Now before any of my kind friends try to encourage me by saying I'm spending time with my kids and that's more important, let me clarify… sure I'm spending all sorts of time with my kids but not the kind of time you're thinking.

I'm wiping noses and butts. Feeding, disciplining, listening to endless chatter. These are very important things, I know. And I truly love every part of my calling. But I'm not even sort of the Pinterest mom who sits and plays tea party every day and puts on costumes and productions in the living room. Maybe on rare occasions, but mostly…

I'm just trying to survive.

And not ruin my children's childhood in the process.

I'm sure I'll get the hang of things eventually and it won't be quite so disgusting around here. But in the meantime I'm going to embrace the wisdom my mom passed along to me from her dear friend, Vicki: This is just a phase. It won't always be this way. And I don't want to waste away this phase by concerning myself (too much) with things that will not alter the course of eternity.

I have learned that sometimes I just need to let it go (that song is literally playing in Marie's room at this moment) because refusing my sis-in-law's company at a moments notice because of a messy house is sad and something I simply don't want to do. And I'm super thankful for friends and family who love me in the midst of the mess!

7 Days of Honesty

My life has been a little bit chaotic since Roger was born. We are so busy, and I have a two-year-old who hits and screams and throws all out tantrums at the drop of a hat (sometimes literally!) I'm tired. I'm irritable. Sometimes I cry...

I can't do this.

I came across this video on Facebook today -

Post by Mohammad Al Wakeel.

I didn't have the sound on so I had no idea how the mom was responding, but I could tell she was responding significantly better than I would have because the kids aren't crying or flinching. They don't look afraid of Psycho Mommy.

At first I laughed out loud, then I started to get teary. I know I would turn into Psycho Mommy because there have been three separate incidents where seriously huge and hard to clean messes were made (one involved pencil and white wall, another involved markers and Marie's entire room, and the last involved baby powder and Jack's entire room), and I lost it.

So I'm watching this honestly pretty hilarious situation and thinking, wow, I want to be that mom who takes a deep breath, gets down in the flour, and starts drawing pictures in it with her babes. Sure, we'd discuss how it was not a good idea to make such a mess, and they would most definitely have to help clean it up.

But first, we'd enjoy life together. First, we'd make the most of the situation. First, we'd make memories. Not the kind of memories I have when I see a bottle of baby powder. I can see their crushed spirits on their sweet, scared faces. No, I want to make the kind of memories that make us giggle together years later, that make me completely forget the process of cleaning it all up because the playing in it was so worth it.

My prayer is to lose the Psycho and put on the Loving, Patient, Enduring, Memory-Making Mommy.

This is Day 1 of my 7 Days of Honesty. This is my life. Real, messy, crazy, sometimes ugly life. I'm gonna spend the next 7 days sharing my real life and finding the joy in it. Anyone else brave crazy enough to join me?

Oh how He loves

The past couple of years... er... days have been rough with Kempton. He's always been the difficult one, but it rarely got to me because he really is so stinkin' sweet and snuggly.

But something about ruined nap times...

I get SO ANGRY.

So many regrets this week, but God did a little humbling today. Roles switched around and suddenly I'm in Kempton's shoes, and God is in mine.

But here's the huge difference: God always loves me, always lavishes grace, always shows mercy, to an extent I cannot even fathom.

This kid, who can barely keep his eyes open all morning, cannot obey the simple rule of staying in bed during nap time. He really wants to sleep. His body longs to sleep. But his sinful nature is just too overwhelming.

How many times do I let my sinful nature win out in a single day? And yet I haven't heard God scream empty words at me. I haven't seen Him throw His hands up in defeat and storm away.

Oh, how He loves me.

Disobedient me.

And this baby boy.

I love you, Sweet Shmemp. Always and forever, no matter what.

For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39

Confessions: #losethebabyweight2014

Sweet baby Roger is 7 weeks old already! The day he turned 6 weeks old, I went for my first run since February. Managed 1.5 miles and would have continued if it weren't for the mosquitoes!

I love running.

How did I manage my weight during pregnancy? It was a struggle. I definitely failed in so many ways. It was frustrating, too, because I kept up with workouts and ate better than any other pregnancy and still had the second highest gain of the four pregnancies. I still ended at the lowest weight so at least there was that! I don't know why it happened but now that is in the past and it is time to get my body back!

The day Roger was born.

I am actually having a little trouble typing right now because my arms are still shaky from my first postpartum weights workout earlier today! I'm exhausted in a beautiful way! You know what it's like after a workout when you feel all toned and skinny? Then you look in the mirror and realize that there is absolutely no visible change from before the workout? Ugh, I used to get so discouraged by that! Not that I expected to actually look different, but just being reminded of what I actually look like as opposed to how I felt was annoying. But God has really been growing me in the area of how I think and feel about my body.

My body rocks.

I carried 4 extra large babies followed by 4 complication-free surgeries.
I have breast-fed all 4.
I can run.
I can lift weights.
I can breathe without effort.
You get the point.

Thanks be to God for this rockin' body!!

That being said, I'm still very ready to get rid of the excess! So the weight loss journey begins once again. Would you join me? If you have some baby weight to lose, ((even if it's been 20 years since you last had a baby!)) and you are in need of some encouragement and motivation, check out the hashtag "losethebabyweight2014." I will be using that with any and every Instagram (DandLJacobs) post I post related to the journey. It might show up on Facebook now and then also. Please use the hashtag also! It doesn't matter how you are going about this weight loss, we could all use the encouragement!

I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139:14

((Want to stalk me? Find me on MyFitnessPal and MapMyRun))

Our Summer (so far) in a Tiny Nutshell

We finished (or better, I decided we needed to be done!) school on Thursday, May 22!

To celebrate, I surprised the kids with a trip to the zoo! Which just so happens to be how we started the year.

Memorial Day weekend was spent in Ohio with the family. Always a wonderful time there!

Then the most adorable little man was born on June 9, weighing in at 9 pounds, 9 ounces. ((I am just now noticing all the 9s!))

Birthdays were celebrated...

Dear friends visited...

And, as usual, a trip or two to the fair!

Up next we have another quick trip to Ohio so the family can meet Roger Douglas, and some more birthdays to celebrate!

It has been a very busy but very blessed summer! Derek has been an amazing help with all of our babies. Best Dad Award. The big kids absolutely adore their new brother, even Kempton!

I am looking forward to starting school when I find the time to plan for it! I'm also very excited to start working out again when I can find the time for that! Life with 4 is crazy busy but I love it.