At Home With Dot

Find Refreshment Right Where You Are With this year quickly ending and a new one approaching, I thought I would dedicate my next several posts to rebooting! Like a New Years Resolution...but instead a New Years Restart! You know when your computer gets sluggish and it doesn't do what you want? You have to take care of it, right? I'm not a computer genius but I do know you must occasionally delete, refresh, defrag and maybe even call in a professional. Well, its the same with us! We must reboot every so often, so we can do the best at the tasks set before us. That will look differently for everyone and maybe you already do this in some form or another. I'm just now reading up on this, but according to Wikipedia reboot can happen in a few ways (again I'm not an expert): The hard version "where the power to the system is physically turned off and back on again..." or the soft version "where the system restarts without the need to interrupt the power.

Me And My Littles When I had just one I tried my hardest to do everything just right. With just one, I planned daily activities, implemented all my child development knowledge and experience, made sure he spent little time in his car seat, no TV, and again planned more activities. No joke, it was hard with one (and I made it harder then it needed to be with all my expectations). I don't think I truly appreciated the time with just one, until #2 came a long, then #3 and then #4 and then guilt sprinkled among each of those arrivals. Wait! What? Guilt? Yup, guilt, big time. Guilt because I thought I wasn't doing enough. Guilt because I looked back on my time with one and I wasn't doing things the same. Guilt because my time was divided. Guilt because I wasn't "practicing" everything I learned during my formal education. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. It wasn't until recently that I realized this guilt I decided to put on myself was all due to my expectations

Letting The Dust Settle With the holidays here, I often stress and worry about the condition of my home...especially if we're hosting family and friends. "My house isn't clean enough", "my decorations are old", "I need new towels", "look at all the dust", or "her house is always clean." Do I think about the condition of my heart in the same way? Do you place even more importance on your heart then on your home? This is certainly a struggle for me. I enjoy a clean space, no chaos and an empty sink. Reality check...I live with 5 other people. These 5 individuals are what bring life to my home, not how clean it is. During this time of year and all year, let's look to the individuals in our lives and what they might need. This season is a time of joy and excitement but not for everyone. For some it's a time of pain, remembering a hurtful past, the loss of a loved one or searching for acceptance. These individual

Start The Day With The Anticipation Of A Little Child The sound of kids in the house (as long as it's not screaming or fighting) can really be enjoyable. It's rewarding to hear laughter of siblings, group efforts in a building project or the mumblings of a toddler reading herself a book. I truly and honestly do not slow down as much as I should in these moments. Just stopping to watch the interactions can be therapeutic to the soul. Then there is the sound when they're all in bed...silence...accept for the whirling of the fan in the hallway. I covet this time in the evening when the house is still. It's the time in the day where the kids are not pulling, asking, crying, wanting, messing, and and and...Eventually I'll crawl into bed out of exhaustion but I want to stay up and enjoy this still quiet house, this couple time...this me time. And then when sleep comes it's a beautiful thing! Sleeping is so great and then having to get up in the morning is so ve

This is a hot topic for me! Mainly because our 3.5 year old is currently still working on this. I don't have a quick solution to push this milestone along. Really pushing this one a long may create more heartache and headache than needed. I have heard of these magical potty learning experiences where the child is completely potty learned in a weekend! Wow! That's so very awesome! I still have yet to witness this miracle in my own house and I don't anticipate it ever happening. So, I chose to stop reading posts about these miracle potty trained children because I was just encouraging disappointment in my life. I don't have the answers but I do have some tips to help encourage you in this potty learning endeavor.   * I like using the word "learning" over training because we're not dogs, right? And the term learning just gives the idea of process instead of immediate success. Do Their Diapering In The Bathroom * From the tim

Poem By Dorothy To My Love We are going to celebrate 14 years of marriage very soon! I thought it fitting to reflect on the ups and downs of marriage with kids. Cause guys, this is sometimes (or a lot) a kick you in the butt kind of workout (even if you don't have kids). This is a topic I'm choosing to write on because it's currently real and raw and emotional in my life! Before we were married we attended pre-marital counseling. If I remember anything from that it was "love is spelled T-I-M-E. That's right, time. You show love with time. This has been a reoccurring theme in our marriage. If we lack time together, the misunderstanding, harsh words and fighting increase. It usually always goes back to time. Now when I say time that doesn't include watching tv together, sitting next to each other during dinner as you dole out more food to your kids or entertaining your kids together. Although some of these are great time spenders...it's not the time

Let's face it, food intake seems to be a consistent struggle for many families. You have one kid that just wants carbs, another that prefers a liquid diet of juice and milk and another that just eats oatmeal (We had one of those). I'm here to encourage you in these real battles. Honestly it's just food and the stronger a battle we create out of it, the stronger our kids will push back and the more stressed we become. This is how we have tackled this "meal time, food stress, drive us crazy mess." Keep in mind this will look differently for different cultures, a child with special needs, texture sensitivities or eating disorders. As you read this, keep in mind you ultimately need to do what works for your family. Its going to look different for each family. These are simply ideas that have worked for our four children. I like to call the following process "meal learning." The main goal being children eating what we put in front of them...including

Our family was given the opportunity and gift to adopt our foster son in July of 2015 and his sister in November 2015. God was the one who designed this opportunity for us. This is something we often lose sight of.  When we were first considering adoption I pictured this beautiful opportunity to swoop in and provide a family for a needy child. This certainly is beautiful and we did provide a family but I was losing sight of why we were called to this. It isn't about us and what we can do. It's about Christ and what He did for us. We were given the opportunity to demonstrate that kind of love (in our human imperfections) to this world for His children. Deut. 10:18 says "He executes justice for the orphan and the widow..." HE DOES IT!!!   Now here we are over a year after our two adoptions and I sometimes struggle to see this   as beautiful. I lose sight of it and struggle in guilt. Guilt that there is all this ugly in what I thought was suppose to be all beauti

The Feet of My Littles On Canvas November is Adoption Month and I thought this would be a perfect time to publicly write about our adoption story for the first time! Once upon a time...just kidding. Our story started in 2011 when we felt the Lord leading us to grow our family of four through adoption. In Fall 2011 we attended a local event on Adoption 101. We took our time thinking and praying (really growing our courage) about moving forward. Fast Forward to Summer 2013 (after completing all the requirements necessary to foster) our first foster son joined our family. We were so excited and I can still remember those butterfly feelings when we first met eyes with one another. Our plan was adoption but we quickly learned the Lord had a different plan. Two weeks after our foster son arrived, we received a phone call that his birth mom wanted to start visiting him again. We asked ourselves, "Lord how can we accomplish this task?" In 2. Corinthians 12:9 it says "My