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Good Communication is a lot of work.

A small lesson I’ve learned over the years is that to keep lines of communication find out how people best communicate and use that as your primary mode with them.  Some of my friends are texters, some like phone calls.  Some people in my life communicate best through letters or emails.  I’ve had to adjust to make our relationship work.

Recently, I had to adjust to communicate with my husband.

As B and I have added more aspects to our busy lives, communication is paramount in preventing insanity.  And dear Lord, it is not always easy. I’m constantly trying to convert him to my preferred methods of communication and it doesn’t seem to work.  Recently we had a breakthrough conversation.  I had the epiphany that for nearly 11 years I’ve been communicating the business portions of our family life on my terms.  And things have slipped through the cracks. We do pretty well at juggling a lot, but then every now and then we are faced with the reality that too much life + not enough communication = leaves room for disaster.

A couple weeks ago he was leaving for a week long trip.  In order to get where he needed to go, he had to take the red-eye.  We had gone back and forth regarding tickets and finally decided on a schedule that worked for him. I purchased ticket and sent him confirmation.  As he got to the airport to board his very late/early (depending on how you look at it) he started to panic when his name wasn’t on the list. He called me and I assured him he would be on the list.  I efficiently logged into my email to pull up the confirmation only to find that due to the whole red-eye situation I had booked the flight for the day before and he had missed his flight.  I thought I might puke.

A few hundred dollars later and a new ticket to Pensacola…problem solved.  I felt awful. And to make matters worse, B was SO gracious and understanding. It was like he was heaping coals upon my head.  I was humbled and so loved…I could hardly stand it.

The “incident” as we like to affectionately call it, led to some revamping of our current communication process. We implemented some sit down time to go over business details together- and hopefully prevent any further mishaps.   I discovered that a notebook with a simple list was all that he needed to feel that he was in the loop.  All of my digital communications were falling by the wayside.  So, pen and paper have now become a part of our business communication. A few days into it and I’ve watched my husband’s shoulders relax a little, the brow a little less furrowed.

Why didn’t we do this earlier? A simple conversation on a daily basis seems to set him at ease.   Nothing in what I’m doing or what is being accomplished has changed, it’s just that now he has a grasp on the list of tasks that are out there and the progress that is being made.

What do you do to keep communication strong in your relationships?  Share please.

If a picture is worth a thousand words…

…then hopefully this video will make up for the fact that I have been seriously slacking.  No excuses.

BUT. I was looking through some footage from our Haiti trip tonight and I found this little recap I did on our last day there. My husband literally forced the camera upon me while it was recording.

The vanity in me did NOT want to post this video because A) I HATE seeing myself on camera and B) This is quite possibly the WORST angle on the planet, I had been crying, and well…let’s be honest…7 days in Haiti doesn’t leave you looking too hot.

I am posting anyway. Because it’s real. It’s my heart.

Warning: It’s kind of long, I ramble- but you already knew that… AND warning #2, there are some serious tantrums going on in the background. I did this video a few minutes before the kids were served breakfast and right before meal times is always melt down central. 

Two Thousand And LATE.

I realize it’s January 7th and New Year’s day has come and gone—

Is it too late to jump on the train of planning and setting goals for the year we are currently living in?

I’m not big on setting unrealistic goals. There is no joy in imposing bonds that I don’t even really want to live up to.  I’ve burned myself one too many times.

Fool me once…

I much prefer setting goals for things that I actually want to do.

Like, eating more cake. Kind of.

Actually, probably more like:

  • Calling the people I love the moment I’m thinking about them, and not putting it off.
  • Telling more jokes to my kids, and laughing when they tell me the ones they’ve made up.
  • More bubble baths.
  • Less clutter.
  • More listening.
  • Less noise.
  • Roller Skating at least once in 2011.
  • Go out dancing with my husband.
  • Breathing deeper.
  • Resting.
  • Trusting people more.
  • Judging less.
  • Singing more.

Maybe I’m lazy, or just incredibly brilliant…I’ll let you decide. But then again, I’m the girl who writes things she’s already done on her “to do” list because crossing things off makes me feel so productive.

So, here’s to more cake in 2011…

My little peanut.

Jack was my smallest baby, by at least a pound.  He came a week early.  He was so tiny, I kept calling him my little “peanut”. He was just this little thing. So sweet, so cuddly. I was smitten. He loved being wrapped up tight and held close.  Last night I had the chance to watch him get wrapped up and I got to try to hold him tight…on a bed in the pediatric ER.

My almost 2 year-old has been giving us a run for our money since he started crawling just a few days before he turned 6 months.  Last night was no exception.  He was clingy. Wanted to be held. I wanted (wait, that isn’t necessarily true…) no, I needed, to make dinner.  So I plopped him in his high chair and gave him 6 peanuts on his tray…enough to keep him busy and let me finish the task at hand.  Well, we soon discovered that he had taken a peanut and shoved it into his nose.  Now, he’s put things in his nose before. But tonight, apparently, he was feeling especially frisky. He stuck the peanut in, then shoved his finger in his nose and pushed that peanut even further up, barely visible with a flashlight.

I immediately called out to my friend who was there to “google” what to do. (Seriously, what did we do before the internet?) Several websites confirmed that we should close off the free nostril and blow into his mouth.  We acted quickly. We were a medical team, in sync, I felt like House. We were racing against the clock. At this point Jack was writhing and screaming and generally ticked off at us. After several unsuccessful tries, I dialed my personal Concierge Doctor. (Our good friend who is an ER Doc). She said if the steps we had already taken hadn’t worked, it was time to head into the ER.

So we did. And Jack walked in the room with a grin, said “Hi” to every last person in the waiting room. Laughed and explored, you would have thought he was at Disneyland.  He remained a perfect patient until they laid him on that bed. Fear gripped him as they began to restrain him.  Brad and I stood close, whispering in his ear and helping four nurses hold down our little man while they began to dig.  He was horrified, hysterical, and hyperventilating and if anyone even mentioned the word peanut, he wailed, “No. No peanut!!!!!” I’m praying that he drew the connection and understood that the peanut was the reason for the pain, and will refrain from shoving any other objects up his nose.

Finally, they were successful and we walked out with our little guy, a rather large peanut and a wink from the nurse.  She looked at me laughed and said, “Why do I have the feeling that this isn’t the last time I’m gonna see this little guy?”

Then I bit my tongue, smiled and walked out.

I hope she’s wrong.

I really, really hope she’s wrong.

What Keeps You On Point?

I’ve always been a multi-tasker.

Then I married one.

Now, I work for one.

Some people think I’m crazy.

Some days I am.

But I love finding the balance between using my gifts, building my family, supporting my husband, and taking care of myself.  I’m a sucker for office supplies, I love trying new programs- even though I often go back to the tried and true methods of organization…Lately I’ve come across some really amazing tools that are out there to keep people like you and me- yes, us, the ones with the insane schedules, on track.  I’m testing things out and seeing what is the best fit for me.

BUT, I’d love to hear what keeps you on on point. Maybe its a skill you’ve built over time, or a process you’ve implemented, or the best ever app, or a new Franklin Planner….I just wanna know.

What are the top three tools you use to keep you on track in your life?

Things They Forgot to Mention

I had three, count ‘em, three baby showers when I had my daughter, Angelina. They played lots of those crazy shower games, the ones where you can’t say baby, or where you have to learn to diaper the baby while blind folded, and then the women who had children all dished out the advice.  At the time Brad and I worked for a large church in Tulsa. My pregnancy was front and center for thousands to be a part of.  The night I delivered they announced that I was in the hospital during the midweek service, a few minutes later there were 21 people in my room.   Twenty one people. I felt like Shamu at Sea World. Lots of people with lots of advice. They talked about the noise that these little people could make, the feeding, the changing, the relentless responsibility… I took notes, I wanted to know everything.  I also read the all the books, visited the websites, I did my research.  As prepared as I thought I was, there have been quite a few times over the last eight years where I thought to myself, “Hey, why didn’t anyone warn me about this?”

I remember getting sick as a kid.  I remember my mom being there for me.  Sitting at my bedside, stroking my hair, bringing me ginger ale and crackers.  One time we were in Vons and I threw up in the frozen food section.  We had just had spaghetti and believe me it was not a pretty sight. I remember my mom loving me, helping me…nursing me back to health.  I just assumed these mom-like qualities came naturally. I guess I assumed that once the baby popped out – the magical mom skills would come right along with her.  No one prepared me.

No one told me that when your kid vomits his entire days worth of meals all over your relatively new car that you don’t automatically jump into Florence Nightingale compassion mode.  No one warned me that the first thoughts that come to mind might be more like, “No0000oo!!!! Could you have not removed your shoe and puked in your shoe? Why my leather seats?!!!”  and that you’d have to stifle those in favor of ones like, “I’m sorry honey, you’re gonna be okay, Here, you if you feel sick again… you can use mommy’s purse.”  I had no idea that the first prayer that comes to mind might be something like “Dear God please let the smell of stomach bile and strawberry milk come out of my floor mats.”   And definitely no one prepared me for what it would be like as you tried to calm your own gag reflex while cleaning up the contents of somone else’s intestines.

So last night, while me and an extra large bottle of Resolve cleaned out my car in the driveway, I thought to myself, “Someone should tell them.” I made a solemn vow, right then and there, when these life lessons come to me, I will share them with you. All of those things they forgot to mention.

So there it is. The truth about vomit.

You’ve been warned.

What I mean is…

If you’ve been around a “modern day” church in recent years you’ve probably heard the phrase: “doing life together”. It’s one of those catch phrases people are using that has the ability to lose its meaning due to overuse.  In fact our church has used that phrase since day one. It was even our website name for awhile… (wedolife.com)  For me this is actually a really high priority in my life…”doing life” with people.

My kids have grown up used to our house being full of people and its funny but they consider “our” friends “their” friends.  It gets loud and noisy at times and they may not make it to bed exactly at eight o’clock every night- but you should see their eyes light up when the doorbell rings or watch Tyler scream, “It’s Chris and Eric!!!!” or Angelina showing off her latest artwork or performing her newest dance to a crowd of smiling adults… It really does take a village.  And I really believe that its the way we were meant to live.  Connected.

When I say “doing life” what I don’t mean is some cheesy, fluffy, surface-y type of living. Where everyone smiles all the time and shows their best face. What I mean is that life is intertwined with others in a very real way.  And the reality is that it only works if you want it to.  It is possible to gather together with people on a regular basis and leave the masks on- put your best face forward.  I love the fact that so many people in my life are risk takers. They are willing to let their guard down and let life be messy and beautiful all at the same time…And then in the midst of the mess and noise, connection happens and bonds are built, ones that don’t fade easily.  And moments are shared.

Last week we had our weekly Life Group and lately our group has been centered around a meal and just “being” together.  Last Thursday, one of those moments happened. I will forever remember the circle around the table and everyone chanting my daughters name coaxing her to let us pull out the loose tooth that was hanging on by a thread.  She was afraid and wouldn’t let Dad or Mark touch it.  Finally the noise died down and a minute later she begins to scream…”I did it! I did it!”  Everyone cheered as she held up her tooth.  It was one of those snapshots in my mind- the feeling of connectedness and family and friendship will be embedded into my memory.

That’s what I mean when I say “doing life together.”

How do you do it?

I’ve been to the Franklin Covey seminars- I love the smell of a fresh planner. I love crossing things out when A1 has been completed…I love looking back and seeing my life prioritized. When I was in the corporate world I used Outlook…I loved the pop up reminders you could snooze…so nothing ever got pushed back too far. I loved sending meeting requests and seeing who could attend. I loved seeing my tasks each time I logged on… I loved knowing what was up. 

When I became a stay/work at home mom- things got a little trickier. Suddenly there was no meeting at 10am or no scheduled lunch break. I was a child left alone in the big city- trying to find my way. And for awhile I tried it on my own. I tried to make lists, schedule myself. I even implemented the Franklin Covey processes and tried using Outlook. But for some reason, in this context it didn’t work the same way. So I’ve found myself on the hunt-looking for the perfect blend, perfect calendar, perfect strategy.  I’m not sure I’ve arrived, but I must say I’ve fallen in love with iCal through MAC. Here is what my October looks like.


Some are more scheduled than others, some are more organized than others…but my question is what do you use to keep yourself on track? And if you’re married, do you have a way of keeping the communication up with your spouse? Share your insight!

 

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