On growing pains: A Rock Home Companion

{Jude and the cowboy-and-indian-eating Dinosaur}

Things around here are a little out of shape.

Even though Seth did a tremendous job of keeping up the house while we were gone, we may as well have thrown a grenade before coming in and unloading the van. Between then and now, too, we’ve had a few viruses, so we’ve had long pajama days and lots of piling up around un-emptied suitcases. The messy can be beautiful, too, if we let it be.

Lately Isaac has been really into exercising. He jumps in place for 5 minutes. He climbs the door frame like Spiderman. He does push-ups.

I am so sore that I can’t even squat to tie a shoestring because Isaac asked me to give him some new exercise ideas. I taught him how to bend, touch the toes, touch the waist, and then clap overhead. Let us not discuss any further how pitiful it is that I’m sore from such a thing. We did do so many toe-touches that I got vertigo and had to drink a glass of water.

Ian is still the sweetest, slobbery-est little amazing-grace singer I’ve ever seen, but …

Oh, I hate to say it …. my baby …. He’s,

he’s been pretty naughty. I know. I didn’t believe it at first either, but he says “NO” now before anything. He has his Daddy’s eyes, and his Daddy gets away with a lot.

My spirit, too, feels like I’ve had a personal trainer threatening me up a hill. We’re learning a lot here in the Rock House, and I can’t wait to share it with you as soon as we process it a little more. It’s in the crock pot on low. On Friday, I’ll dish a little of it out.

A glass sits in the kitchen window, and in it is a wet paper towel and a bean. Isaac wants to see something sprout. And so he will. We will. Things are happening beneath the surface, and pretty soon, the sides ache to a split, and then GROWTH, arms reaching where the sun tells them to.

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To Think Is To Create
Reply February 15, 2010

I can't wait to hear, yes the sides do ache so.

I just opened my suitcase yesterday, for the first time since returning home.

In it I realized I had things for you that I never gave you. That I was purposefully not sending so I could just hand you in person.


Soon. xoxo

Reply February 15, 2010

I have to say I am creating a lot of dishes with what I have "stewing" around here too, So excited to see what you have in store. Glad you are getting past the cold! We still have the remnants of yucky coughs around here.

Kelly Langner Sauer
Reply February 15, 2010

sending a smile...

Reply February 15, 2010

Your post made me think of John 12:24 - "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit." - I love the image of the seed falling into the ground and God removing the outershell of flesh, self, sin and yuck in order for the kernel of truth implanted within us to spring up new life. I can't wait to hear more about what He is teaching you and the fam. Love you girl!

Ol' Seth
Reply February 15, 2010

I sure hope that bean sprouts. I'm not sure how well a dirty ol' red bean will do for a metaphor if it remains just a dirty ol' red bean. If it fails, you can blame me.

Or maybe blame Hamster or Brock. Not cause it's their fault, but just because I ain't seen them around here lately. And that's sad.

Real, honest, sad.

P.s. I don't get away with a lot... Only just enough.

Reply February 15, 2010

my littles have been less then agreeable lately. I blame february.

Lora Lynn
Reply February 15, 2010

That push-up boy of yours sure looks long. Isn't it funny to look at our "babies" and realize they've turned into lanky boys when we weren't watching?

Reply February 15, 2010

It sprouted! It already sprouted!

R O C K in the U S A.

Ol' Seth
Reply February 15, 2010

I'm so glad it sprouted, because I'm no Mr. Wizard. I didn't do very well in bean-sprout'n class as a young lad. In fact, my bean was the only one that didn't emerge from the half-milk carton (who else remember this).

Speaking of which, my milk-carton had a "missing child" face on it and it was cut just below the nose. All that remained was the lower half of the face, which was a bit of a frown of sorts. I always wondered whether my choice of milk carton (chocolate by the way) somehow jinxed my seed. Maybe my seed was sad? I don't know.

Just sayin.

Reply February 15, 2010

I just unpacked a bag today.
In it I found your black tank top, and one ruffly sleeved jacket thing.

Because apparently if I don't bring something home of yours from EACH CONFERENCE, we would have no traditions at all:)

Expect a box to be sent your way soon--with all my love.


Reply February 15, 2010

It sprouted already...wow! I wonder what kind of metaphor that is going to bring.

I look forward to reading and seeing what is taking place through your beautiful words.

Reply February 15, 2010

I'm always humbled by those who take what's given, and learn from it, grow from it, experience it fully.
I think you do that.

Ashleigh (Heart and Home)
Reply February 15, 2010

Crockpot on low... yes, I love that. In my experience, the dishes that simmer and stew all day long are always the most savory.

Reply February 15, 2010

I can't tell you how relieved this grandmother is to hear you get sore after a bit of exercise too. Honestly, I feel ancient when the day after browsing through the Half Price book store and spending too much time squatting up and down to look at the books on the bottom shelves I can hardly walk!
I remember those days of so much and so little time to process it all. In fact, I feel a little that way right now. I think it has something to do with trying to cram too much stuff into this little brain.
I'm looking forward to reading what you've learned. I love to read your wonderful writing.

Kristen@Moms Sharpening Moms
Reply February 15, 2010

I am a huge crock-pot fan. What a splendid analogy, and so right-on. Sometimes you just need to let things simmer.

Hope y'all are feeling better soon!

Reply February 15, 2010

I love how you and Ol' Seth have conversations in the comments.
Also, can't wait to hear more about the learning that you've got simmering. xoxo

Reply February 15, 2010

Sometimes pajama marathon sick long day snuggling holding close readjusting the family setting days are the best. Even when they aren't while you're still in them.

Reply February 16, 2010

Can't wait to see what that crockpot cooks up :)

Reply February 16, 2010

love this: "the sides ache to a split"

Jennifer @ GDWJ
Reply February 16, 2010

Glad to hear that something is sprouting. And I'll be back on Friday to hear what's in that crock pot of yours. Something flavorful, I'm sure.

You are beautiful people -- right there in the midst of your muscle-achy, suitcase-spilly, virus-weary, naughty-naughty realness.

Thanks for letting us in ...

Reply February 16, 2010

Isaac looks like he's grown so much! Your babies are absolutely beautiful.

I look forward to your home-cooked meal on Friday.

Lisa @ Crazy Adventures in Parenting
Reply February 16, 2010

I can't wait to feast on the crock pot sharing, after it's marinated for a couple more days.

I miss your smile.

Reply February 17, 2010

Oh how I LOVE the beauty that growth brings. Not always the process, (which can be oh - so - very - painful - and - uncomfortable) but the outcome! Altogether, its unfolding is beautiful in His sight!

Love you,

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