(Before I even begin, I have to say WELCOME TO THE WORLD, BABY HUTTON!)
Okay, back to my regularly scheduled post. 🙂
Some people know the full me. Others only know that I love adoption and blogging. Unless you’re my parent, sibling, or very close friend, at least one of the following facts about me will surprise you:
|A’s stylish diaper look
- I absolutely LOVE fashion. Which is weird, because I don’t dress great or look so good. I love fashion magazines. I have look-books that are years old saved to Style.com. I’d DROOL to attend Fashion Week in New York. But… these days, I make a conscious effort to know as little as possible about must-have items because… I don’t want to want them! I am stingy enough with my money as it is and have been asking God to make me more generous… so I can’t handle a clothing addiction right now. I won’t learn to be generous while shopping for a designer bag (preferably tan leather with clean lines, wink wink). So if you know me in real life, you’d be shocked to know how INTO fashion this frumpy mama really is! (Don’t worry… if you have great clothes, I’m not judging that. No one thinks that’s a sin to look good or a virtue to look bad. (In fact, I have SINFULLY let my looks go and am currently working on an upgrade!) I’m just saying that I’m not as generous as I’d like to be, and avoiding my love of fashion is one way that I (try to) fight that… Maybe SOME DAY it will translate to me spending less on me and more on others. So far, I’m not sure that it’s done anything but make me look out of style. Hmm…)
- I want to home school my girls. I think. I rarely admit that in public because I’m fully aware of how people perceive homeschooled families. (And no, I never intend to wear calf-length dresses with socks… see #1). Like many of you, I also used to (wrongly) think that homeschooling was awful and bizarre. Maybe even cruel. But I’ve learned so much more about it. I absolutely admire mothers who home school, and I have a deep desire to be a primary influence in my children’s spiritual lives. So when you ask me which private school I intend to send my 4 year old to for kindergarten and I mumble like a weirdo, it’s because I hope to become what you may think is a weirdo. 🙂 We’re not sold on the idea 100% yet –our girls thrive in their current school environment, and there are lots of pros and cons to weigh. But now you know… I think home schooling (in the right way and for the right reasons) is awesome.
- I’m ready for another baby. Kind of. More like I am ready-to-be-ready for another baby. I think “readiness” is coming in the next year or two.
- I have to have open-heart surgery in the next 1-8 years. It’s a pretty no-big-deal maintenance thing from the surgery I had when I was a baby. We always thought I was forever finished with surgery, but two years ago my cardiologist informed me that doctors now believe they can improve my long term quality of life through valve replacement in young adulthood. I totally freaked over it for about a year and lived in panic mode. I felt like I’d been told I was ill or living at sub-par levels, which was NOT the case at all. After my dad got sick, I realized how healthy I am, how thankful I should be for preventative measures that are merely “up-grades,” and I realized that my DAD had faced the big deal health-wise… not me! So now I realize that it’s not such a big thing. I hope we can eek out another pregnancy pre-surgery, but if we have to wait until after, it won’t be a big deal. No one likes the dentist, no one likes heart surgery, no one likes scrubbing toilets… some things have to be done. (Just thankful that I have doctors for my teeth & heart and toilets for my… well… thankful for toilets, haha.)
- I have a love-hate relationship with domestic life. I want to be more domestic. I HATE that women are expected to be domestic. I desire to cook well, clean well, plan well, make pretty. But I detest the societal expectation that I should have a healthy and delicious dinner on our seasonally decorated table, look gorgeous, and act like Martha Stewart. I want to join Pinterest but I know that looking at great pictures will make me frustrated that I have to go to work and do other less Pintrest-y things. Am I bipolar? Maybe I should check on that… oh wait… I can’t because I’m four years behind on ironing my Stepford Wives dresses and have instead been living in adoption t-shirts, except, of course, while hanging out in my CUBICLE!! 🙂
Shew… now that I got #5 off of my chest, I feel better. You readers should be paid for this therapy session.