Success

"To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exltation; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived...this is to have succeeded." _Ralph Waldo Emerson_

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Our First Adoption of the Year!!

Yeah!! Praise God. Today Dorthy got a new home. As you've read below, I have been looking, and good news came this week. A women from work has a small farm and has experience introducing new chickens into her flock.
BUT - I have never given a pet away before, and I'm a bit sad. When we got our three chickens, they were only day old chicks. I raised them on our back porch until they grew their feathers and could withstand the elements outside. This took about 3 months. So for that time, in our then tiny house, it was three chickens and a dog. I was pretty attached to my babies. And I say, 'babies' because I ventured into this project while I myself was 'nesting' and just waiting for my husband to give me the thumbs up sign that he was ready for a baby...the real kind. I can say now that it must have been an effective maneuver because after living with chickens, he agreed to starting a family. And my mothering got put into proper use.
We named them Dorthy, Mildred, and Theresa after my grandma (Dorthy) and her two sisters. They were always known around town as the three girls, so when we got our 'three girls' I couldn't pass it up. So today was bitter sweet because I knew that Dorothy needed a good home, but it really made me sad to leave her. Isaiah talked to her all the way down to the farm, and mimicked her noises from the back. Then when we got there, Isaiah insisted on getting out and saying good-bye. Then he kept telling the lady to put her down, when she would pick the cage up to walk away. It was very sad, he tried to give her a kiss through the cage. Then on the way home, I called Rob a bit sad, and from the back Isaiah - ever perceptive, said- 'Mommy crying?' 'No, mommy's not crying,' But I sure felt like it. I really do love living things of all kinds, and it makes me sad to see them go.
But the happy news:
In exchange for Dorthy...........
We adopted Hazel. In good old fashion form, my work friend and I did an animal exchange.
Hazel (named after Rob's grandma...we had to keep the tradition going) is a Holland Dwarf Lop. Isn't she cute! So sweet! I got her new home all ready, and Isaiah just loves petting her already. She comes in such good time, just as my maternal instincts to have another baby are kicking in full bore, and we got not so good news from the 'Real' adoption agency...Hazel will be a good distraction. Welcome to the family!Our new farm includes:
2 chickens
1 dog
1 turtle
1 rabbit
occasional deer, squirrels, birds
1 child
2 adult children
**That's a lot of mouths to feed and keep happy....but oh so much fun and worth the work.

Monday, February 9, 2009

2 Questions??

1. Can anyone tell me what the going rate for babysitters is these days? What are you all paying?
2. Please, please help me find a home for my beautiful Americana chicken named Dorothy. She is the sweetest bird. She never pecks at you, she will just follow you around the yard, she comes when called, and will start laying beautiful blue-green eggs again in the spring. This is my last resort before advertising her on Craigslist. I would love for her to go live with someone I know, or to someone who knows someone I know....you get the point. From what I understand, the people that respond to the Craigslist free chickens ads are not looking for chickens as pets, if you get my drift. Can you say, "winner, winner, free chicken dinner." So sad. Dorothy is named after my grandma, so it's hard to give her away, but the other two chickens pick on her so she can't stay here anymore. Please help....spread the word.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

You know you're the mom of a toddler when.....

You know you're the mom of a toddler when.....
Your husband stands at the bathroom mirror and says, "I need to trim my goat (short for goatee of coarse)."
You reply with, "What does the goat say?" I swear it was almost reflexive the way that came out.
Yes, and then I laughed histerically, and still am as I write this.

(***please note, this 'goat' is after 8 weeks of wandering around europe in '05*** this is about as rebelious as Rob ever got)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

An Isaiah First

The beginning

The end

Okay, I know, I am well aware, I am totally guilty. I am an anal mom. Not only am I very picky and choosy about the 'sugar' in Isaiah's diet, I am also a neat freak. So meals that are messy, are few and far between. I just cringe at the thought of food on clothes, but hey, with bibs and a few stratigically placed bottles of shout around the house, clothes stay looking pretty new!
I gave in, and while Daddy was risking life and limb, (continue further) I gave Isaiah something to distract him from running into the 'danger zone.' Isaiah had his first lollipop. It was thrilling for him to say the least. MESSSSSSY. And before he knew what hit him, he was doused in Shout spray, and carried on playing.
I would just like to point out that it could only have been a man that decided it was a good idea to create a chainsaw on the end of a long stick. And then our neighbor added that it usually is a man's idea to put anything on a stick.
I would also like to point out that days before the trees got a good wacking, we had someone come to the door to advertise tree trimming, but as our neighbor also stated, Rob couldn't pass up the opportunity to do something so manly himself. The trees look fantastic now, and I'm anxiously awaiting spring to see them look even better. I sure am proud of my manly man.




Friday, January 23, 2009

Bodega Bay 2009

Okay, I'm a little late on the upload (and I don't' mean brain power, although that is certainly debatable)....I finally got a program that I want to use to work on my photos. Thus, although a couple weeks later, I finally get to share with you some pics from our recent trip to Bodega Bay.

If you've already visited Sandy's blog, then some of these pics are repeats. This was our 4th year to go away for a winter retreat with our bible study. Five years total that we've done this, but I was still in nursing school the first year our group went, so we missed it. I totally look forward to this every year. We nixed Tahoe a couple years ago cause it was just too cold, and have been going to Bodega Bay now...a much better alternative. It was 65 degrees and beautiful. The best part is just getting to hang out with our friends for an extended weekend, being silly, laughing and just enjoying each other. This year the house we rented was practically across the street from the water. Good work Brad!
The guys usually do some sort of sport-thing (golf, tennis, etc.) and then the girls take the opportunity for a lunch in down-town Petaluma and shopping at the outlets. They have a Banana Republic there which totally takes my paycheck...LOVE IT, Happy Birthday me!

I don't know anyone else that does something like this, and I totally cherish not only these trips we take together, but these friendships. LOVE YOU GUYS!!


The yearly group shot, compliments of Sandy

Now that's a bunch of fine lookin' women!
The photographers hard at work...on vacation....

Miss Rebekah trying to be good about getting her feet up to take care of that growing belly. She saw my book sitting on the table, picked it up and read the WHOLE thing that night!

An areal view of the haps

Squires packed the Wii, it was almost as much fun watching everyone play as it was playing yourself.



Isaiah and Eli enjoying their discoveries of seagull poop...


Are those the cutest set of cheeks you've ever seen?







Tuesday, January 20, 2009

President Obama

Today we welcome a new president into the office, Barack Hussein Obama, just in case you were living in the bush and just so happened to get your hands on a computer, were able to by-pass all the ads, computer banners, and news reals and made it to "Little lads large lattes." I'm so glad that as our country is stumbling along finacially, the 2 and 1/2 billion dollar a year lobbiest made sure to wine and dine the president into his first day of office (you know, just in case he follows through with one of his campaigning statements to not take money from federal lobbiest). 170 million dollars to swear in our new president....SERIOUSLY>>>>SERIOUSLY????? If you start hitting your head against the keyboard, no one will fault you.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

A New Chapter

To follow yesterdays post....I went into work to give them my 2 weeks notice. Oh my gosh...oh my gosh...I'm really doing this....I kept saying all the way down to meet with my boss. I have just accepted a new position at Kaiser in their PICU/Peds units, and as much as I hate giving up my UC Davis job, there isn't anyway to do both. There are lots of great opportunities that I look forward to at Kaiser, and I am hoping that this is a positive change.

In deciding whether or not to take the position, I vacillated back and forth. Mostly because I really want to be where God is taking me. Sometimes our own ambitions can get in the way of a perfectly good coarse. I admit that I stressed way too much (and still am....ummmm...when will I learn) and didn't ever really get a great resounding 'word' from the sky about whether or not to take the new job.

Then tonight I read the following article. It's from a webzine called BOUNDLESS, and although I'm a bit out of their target group, I just love the writers they have, and I still find articles that speak to me.

It's a bit long, but I wanted to include it here, because it sums up the way I ultimately feel about the 'hunt' for God's will.

Are we taking the time to listen to God's voice. The notion should be clarified that He desires to speak into our lives about 'who he is' rather than 'who we are not.'

And so with peace (but maybe not clarity....keep reading), I am closing a huge and defining chapter in my life, to start a new.

God Told Me
by Mike Ensley


God told me ...
I've always felt funny whenever I hear somebody begin a sentence with those words. It sounds so resolute, so certain. It sounds so tangible. With how often I hear these phrases in conversation with other Christians, you'd think it was common practice for God to bend down and say audibly to someone, "Excuse Me, Bob, but please pursue architecture as a vocation. That is My will."
And how about those people who say that God told them whom to marry! Come on! I mean, who is this God who communicates the details of His plans for people in plain English, and why is He holding out on me?
I guess that's my beef with the God-told-me-to story; I've just never felt like I had that kind of clarity — and when it seems like others do, I wonder what's wrong with me.
Are you hearing from God?
That's what somebody asked me one time when I was faced with a big decision (whether or not to move 3,000 miles for a job). When I shrugged my shoulders, his eyes widened. He warned, "Well, you'd better be!"
I tried really hard to hear what God was "saying" at that time. I fasted for the first time in my life. I memorized Scriptures about prayer and revelation. I did a whole bunch of other things that got me closer to feeling like God would have to owe me some kind of verbal or otherwise unmistakable confirmation. In the midst of that, God only seemed more distant than ever.
Truth be told, I agonized about the choice for months after I had actually moved and started this job. Then I felt guilty for having made the choice, never having felt "sure" that I had gotten the go-ahead from God. I mean, aren't you always supposed to have that?
A popular author and speaker came to a church I attended a few years back, and he talked about this very issue. The message he shared that Sunday centered entirely on how important it was to decipher God's exact plan for your life. According to him, God has one perfect destiny for each person, one calling upon which each believer will be judged at the end of time. Just one.
He referenced the passage in 1 Corinthians chapter 3 about those whose work will be "burned up" at Judgment, even though they will still be saved. A woman called to be a mother cannot be a missionary, the speaker explained. A man called to work in a factory and raise money for his church cannot be a pastor (these were real examples he used), even if his heart is set on serving and honoring God. He made it sound like if you weren't able to figure out exactly what God wanted you to do with your life, you'd end up — at best — spending eternity in Heaven's slum areas, dressed in hellfire-singed tatters.
Exactly how to figure out God's one-and-only plan for you wasn't part of this speaker's message. He did, however, have numerous resources for sale in the foyer.
I realize I'm always giving extreme examples in my articles — but it's funny: I keep running into them.
How many of us believe something like this, though? Like I said, my big life change was accompanied by a lot of agonizing indecision. My head echoed with warnings from those who said that if I should step out of God's will for my life, He would stop blessing me.
Looking back, I can see that this turned my walk with God into less of a relationship and more of a hostage situation.
Listening to Yourself
Since that time I've come to believe that a big part of "hearing God's voice" — which isn't much like hearing a voice at all, at least not for me — is a lot about listening to myself.
Let me explain.
The process has brought me a bit of familiarity with my own inner workings. For instance, I naturally tend to struggle with inadequacy, doubt and obsessive thoughts. Now consider what that means when someone comes along and urges me to listen to the "still small voice" inside. It probably makes perfect sense to them — but then, their internal process may very well be shaped quite differently from mine. For me, though, the concept could turn any little nagging doubt or fear into the warning bell of the Holy Spirit.
The cure for that has been to know and believe more about the character of God: He is gentle, not a bully; He's compassionate, not manipulative; He is mindful of who and what I am, not over-expectant. It is freeing for me to know that thoughts and feelings which bring agitation and doubt may be discarded because they are from the broken part of my nature, which I am now familiar with and rightfully wary of.
A primary characteristic I look for in discerning God's influence is peacemaking. If it's God, then its natural result is peace. One thing I no longer struggle with — but I know people commonly do — is the misconception that peace requires clarity. This false belief is fostered by misguided people like the speaker I mentioned.
Mother Theresa, on the other hand, once refused a man's request that she pray for him to have clarity. Surprisingly, she responded with, "I have never had clarity; what I have always had is trust. So I will pray that you trust God."
Peace comes not from knowing what lies ahead, but knowing that God is the same before, during and after whatever it is.
The other thing about listening to yourself is that the broken side of you is not all you have to go on. That's why I always try to say "the broken part" of me or likewise, instead of making it sound like all I am is trash.
If I really do trust God and take Him at His word, then I will know that He is replacing the bad in my heart with good (Ezekiel 11:19), that He is actively transforming me into His image even now (2 Corinthians 3:18). Sadly, the joy and freedom of this active process has been undermined by many things I have heard from atop different pulpits. But the cool thing is that the more I grow, increasingly the things I want really are right and good. God, rather than hinting at them in a cryptic vision or proclaiming them from a cloud, is planting them directly in my heart.
And all of this is just one of the results of knowing Him.
God's Favorite Subject
I have known people who consult God about every decision. And I mean every one. They will literally pray and ask whether His will for their breakfast is cereal or toast. I used to just laugh at that, but I can really respect the earnest desire to actually make Him Lord.
However, I'm not sure that's how He Himself goes about it. I wonder how much of the time we spend trying to get God's take on a certain situation that He doesn't even want to talk about it quite yet. It's easy to forget how our current circumstances, choices and even emergencies scale according to His perspective.
I think that, most of the time, God just wants to talk to us about Himself. This is not a stuck-up or arrogant way for Him to be — because arrogance is all about an over-appreciation of self. God is literally the best thing to talk about in the whole universe — the universe being His idea, after all. Do you realize how compassionate, how generous, how exceedingly loving He is to invite us to enjoy Him?
So how do you hear God talk about that? I figure that's up to you. God gave us different hearts and minds because He expresses Himself an infinite number of ways. Have you ever been surprised by a sudden swell of emotion, or an unexpected moment of clarity when you just knew that it had something to do with God? Well, however that happened can tell you a lot about how God talks to you.
I had one such experience when I saw Spider-Man for the first time in theaters. Yes, Spider-Man. There was this moment when Spidey came swooping down to rescue Mary Jane, and then before she knew it he was off again, her staring after him with awe and wonder.
I felt really stupid getting choked up at Spider-Man, of all things, but I realized later that what I loved about that movie moment was something I love so much about God. He didn't speak audibly to me, but He may as well have said, "That's Me. I have powers you can't comprehend, and I'm going to fly down and save you, again and again, and you're going to fall in love with Me."
Another example: I recently watched the BBC's Planet Earth series in high definition. My initial intention was just to witness the full visual power of my new blu-ray player, but I was surprised to "feel God's hand" — as they say — all over that experience.
As my eyes took in these diverse images from nature, I realized how much God has written Himself into the world around us. We are literally living in one big invitation to worship the Almighty.
Watching the sweeping aerial views of mountains, deserts and glaciers, I truly felt God trying to express to me how vast, beautiful and intense He is. The Great White Shark told of His fearsome fury, but then watching wolf cubs you could tell He's still a big softy at heart. The deep sea segment expressed sort of a dark side — not a bad dark side, but the mysterious, infinite creativity of God's personality. Then there was this silly-looking flightless bird that hopped awkwardly through Africa's elephant grass in order to get noticed by a mate; God is the original comedian.
Now, I don't watch documentaries and superhero movies for my quiet time. But I am learning to look for God in everything, to "listen" for what He is saying about Himself, to hunt for more of Him to worship. The more I do that, the more I learn that everything I've ever loved about anything has only been a glimmer of Who He is. That's what He offers when He speaks to me, because that is the absolute best.
The paths I take in relationships and vocation are important and I'll be paying attention to them. I'm not going to fret, however, over these things when I am called to get myself lost in the mystery of who God is. The events, the choices and twists and turns of this short little life all pale in importance — and they take care of themselves when we really have His Kingdom first in our hearts. If I could see anything clearly and know what it means, it would be Him.
... let him who boasts boast about this:that he understands and knows me,that I am the LORD, who exercises kindness,justice and righteousness on earth,for in these I delight,"declares the LORD. (Jeremiah 9:24)

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Adjusting the Sail

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sail. -William Arther Ward-

That pretty much sums up my big news of the day....stay posted for further updates!!!! (I just LOVE that quote, BTW).

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Ringing in the New Year Busy Busy

Starting out the year a bit cold around here....Rob doesn't believe me that I can see my breath...inside.













Those trucks and cars from Christmas haven't had a break yet. Isaiah even makes sure to fill them all up with gas at the parking garage.














Wrestling matches with friend Eli have been more frequent lately. Even when the attempt was to play soccer...they still find time to squeeze in a little wrestling match...or as Isaiah so aptly puts it, "TACKLE."


































As Eli took the upper hand, Isaiah sqeeling with delight kept saying, 'stuck!' Very funny.
















Isaiah seems to think now too, that all kids are as tough as his big dog Tahoe....but the trouble is, Tahoe takes quite a bit more abuse than his friends are willing to take.













The parties haven't ended....
Happy Birthday Sheldon!



























Isaiah, is turning into quite the conversationalist with people he doesn't even know. He warmed up to all the big people at the party and was a little heart breaker.














And of coarse a new year, with new things to fix. Rob told Isaiah he was going to fix the sink. Isaiah came running back with his 'hammer' and screw driver....ready to go and help daddy fix the leaking sink.


























Happy New Years!

Happy New Years! I was having a grand ol' time just minutes prior to the stoke of midnight helping to intubate my patient. We finished just in the nick of time...

Got a picture of me with my sparkling grape juice and the crash cart.



A couple of my fellow colleagues and their joyous midnight grins. And the lucky doctor on call.


All the while, Rob is partyin' it up at our friends house. Sandy's letting me borrow her pics to share with you of Rob's New Years. If you're wondering where all the babies are, they were thankfully all tucked in nice and quite in the adjacent rooms. What would we do without a pack'n play?

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Merry Christmas From the Skaggs



Merry Christmas my dear friends and family.


What a beautiful Christmas we had. We hope the same for you. It's really such a miraculous day to celebrate. Can you imagine the King of the universe, stepping down from His throne to join humanity in all the everyday struggles of life. No other faith believes that their god actually became man. But Jesus became man not just to have sympathy for his people but to have empathy for his people. He knows first hand the pains and joys that you experience, and He cares so deeply. He longs to be known and loved, but he has given us free will to choose to do so (remember Bruce Almighty...? that made so much sense the way they explained the power of love when you combine it with free will). "We love because he first loved us." 1John 4:19


**When I added the song element to this page I had wanted this song to play, but until now it has been unavailable. Take a listen to it if you have a minute and a few tissues.


Some people make birthday cakes on Christmas in celebration of Jesus' birthday...so I thought maybe we would do that to remind us of the reason for the day. My new Christmas tradition is what I will call my Snow Cake. Kinda looks like a snowball. But unintentionally it turned into something quite symbolic. It's a white cake with a raspberry filling and a butter cream frosting with coconut.
"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow." Isaiah 1: 18


Pretty cool huh? It was amazing tasting too. If anyone wants the recipe just let me know.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Hot Chocolate and a Christmas Party

Just when I get a bit frustrated about my life...I read about life around Gretchen's home town. She refrenced this old entry recently. Just think if this is how you had to make hot chocolate???? Kinda makes me want to try it. Anyone have cinnamon tree branches?


Also the PICU (where I work) had it's annual Christmas party. I didn't bring my gigantic antiquated camera...but Gina did (have her nice camera I mean) !Gina, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your blog for the pics?! It was lots of fun to get dressed up, have a babysitter, and go out for the night (although it did feel a bit like we had a curfew...cause the 16 year olds can't be out driving past 11p - so we had to hurry home).
Happy Wrapping, Cookie Making, Christmas Music Listening, Christmas Story Watching -
Christmas Eve Eve.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

18 Months already come and gone!

My little lad - Isaiah - turned 18 months before I even knew it. I can't believe it's already been a couple weeks since that date. I wanted to give a little run down on what he's been up to lately (besides ER trips).

I don't know if I could ever fully express my joy and excitement over the privilege of being his mommy. Isaiah is everyday unfolding into such a fun and interesting little boy, always curious. He LOVES to talk, and LOVES to be challenged, and LOVES to be quizzed about words, people's names, animals, sounds, colors, shapes, types of trucks or types of sports equipment. You may think you're done asking him what this or that is, only for him to say 'more, more.'

He's a talker....(mommy and daddy apparently have this particular problem too...way back to childhood). I am sure that his list of words is getting close to 200 now,... I stopped counting at 100 over 2 months ago. He LOVES books. His favorite book is "Oh, the Places You'll Go" by Dr. Seuss, and he would have me read it a hundred times (mommy stops at 3...and at this point has the book memorized). When I ask him what book he wants me to read he simply says 'go, go.'

He's not much of an eater. Not that he is particularly picky, but he just doesn't eat that much. Which is fine. He is currently about 35% for weight...but we're not concerned, he is particularly active and he definitely lets me know when he is hungry. He even makes particular food requests, i.e. toast, crackers, cheese, milk, banana, berries (cranberries) etc....depending on his desire at the moment I suppose. He does love his eggs for breakfast (which mommy loves cause it's cheep, easy and great protein), and grilled cheese for lunch...but dinner is pretty hit or miss.

If Isaiah only had 2 toys right now, it would be a truck and a ball. Although the truck would see more playing time. He is a truck man, that is for sure. He spends about 80% of his day organizing, pushing and re-arranging his trucks (and after Christmas, pushing them around the track). It's basically the Skaggs Truck Stop in our living room. But he also loves to wrestle, 'snuggle' (another form of wrestling and tackling), running, jumping, and playing any sort of basketball. And if we're outside.....it's DIRT!!!! or rocks....those are pretty cool too. And he has discovered that he can keep his rock treasures in his pockets.

My favorite time of day with Isaiah, hands down, would have to be nap time/bed time. It's the only time of day that he actually stops moving and will sit and really snuggle with me (the real kind of snuggle, not the wrestling boy version). We read books before nap and bed time while sitting on the small couch in his room. He always looks forward to this, so it makes bed time very easy. Then when we finish books, I continue holding him, I pray with him and then sing him to sleep. He is the best audience, and sometimes if I finish singing, he'll tell me more. I love this part of my day. Yes, it takes longer than just putting him in his crib, and sometimes it takes him quite a bit longer to fall asleep than other days, but I wouldn't give up the last 1 1/2 years of reading, praying, singing and holding for anything. It has been the most amazing time. When he was 3 months old I tried for 1 week to do the 'cry it out' method of putting him to bed. Then I quit....and it's one of the best decisions of my life. Every night I cherish, knowing that he won't always be this size again. And the fear that he wouldn't be able to put himself to sleep has been totally de-bunked for us. Isaiah will some nights just point to his crib when he is ready to lay down, or he will tell us, 'nigh-nigh.' And we lay him down, and never hear a peep.

Well, that's Isaiah at 18 months in a nut shell. No longer my little monkey, or peanut....but now he's my little warrior. I love him so much and am thrilled day to day to see what new things he discovers.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

HouseKeeping

Hi! Is it really possible that Christmas is in ONE WEEK!

1. Check out some new blogs on the block: ANDERSON & GOUGH
2. Just finished Memory Keepers Daughter....not worth the work is my official stance on that one. It was grueling trying to make it to the end. And it closed with an attempt at a relationship with the estranged twins...not very believable and tough to swallow since the male character wasn't even very developed throughout.
3. New book on my list, anyone read it? "Love and Respect" I try to alternate fiction with practical living...(although I tend to sneak in 2 fiction before a practical).
4. No word about a baby yet. I know it's only been 5 days...but I may continue to include this one in all my blogs. Praying for him everynight.
5. Isaiah's eye is looking much better this week. On friday we got his stiches out, which was brutal, but he did great. He has gained the new nickname from mommy....WARRIOR.

Monday, December 15, 2008

WOOOO HOOOO

As of Friday afternoon, we are an official card carrying, FOSTER FAMILY!!!! We're praying everyday for baby, for baby's family and for a smooth transition when it happens....and we are hoping it happens soon...we are very excited! God already has a little man in mind for our family, and it couldn't be more thrilling to think about. I've been close to tears many times this past weekend in thinking about the amazing journey we are about to embark on. Many posts to come.