Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Good Consolation!

I am always saddened by the speedy passing of the Christmas holidays. The three weeks or so of goodwill towards men, obedient children, festive parties, generous hearts and smiling faces are too soon replaced by muffin top and January slush. Ugh, do I hate January.

However, on the morning of the 26th, I always remind myself that Christmas lasts until the Epiphany, and we need not return to our pre-Christmas dour nor remove our beloved Christmas accoutrement (including but not limited to the Rudolph nose on your Subaru) until...drumroll please...January 6!



From Wikipedia:

The observance had its origins in the Eastern Christian Churches and was a general celebration of the manifestation of the Incarnation of Jesus Christ. It included the commemoration of his birth; the visit of the Magi[note 1] to Bethlehem; all of Jesus' childhood events, up to and including his baptism in the Jordan by John the Baptist; and even the miracle at the wedding at Cana in Galilee.[12] It seems fairly clear that the Baptism was the primary event being commemorated.[13][14]

The earliest reference to Epiphany as a Christian feast was in A.D. 361, by Ammianus Marcellinus[17] St. Epiphanius says that January 6 is hemera genethlion toutestin epiphanion (Christ's "Birthday; that is, His Epiphany").[18] He also asserts that the Miracle at Cana occurred on the same calendar day.[19]Christians fixed the date of the feast on January 6 quite early in their history. Ancient liturgies noted Illuminatio, Manifestatio, Declaratio (Illumination, Manifestation, Declaration); cf. Matthew 3:13–17Luke 3:22; and John 2:1–11; where the Baptism and the Marriage at Cana were dwelt upon. Western Christians have traditionally emphasized the "Revelation to the Gentiles" mentioned in Luke, where the term Gentile means all non-Jewish peoples. The Biblical Magi, who represented the non-Jewish peoples of the world, paid homage to the infant Jesus in stark contrast to Herod the Great (King of Judea), who sought to kill him.[15] In this event, Christian writers also inferred a revelation to the Children of Israel. Saint John Chrysostom identified the significance of the meeting between the Magi and Herod's court: "The star had been hidden from them so that, on finding themselves without their guide, they would have no alternative but to consult the Jews. In this way the birth of Jesus would be made known to all."[16]
In 385, the pilgrim Egeria (also known as Silvia) described a celebration in Jerusalem and Bethlehem, which she called "Epiphany" (epiphania) that commemorated the Nativity of Christ.[20] Even at this early date, there was an octave associated with the feast.
In a sermon delivered on 25 December 380, St. Gregory of Nazianzus referred to the day as ta theophania ("the Theophany", an alternative name for Epiphany), saying expressly that it is a day commemorating he hagia tou Christou gennesis ("the holy nativity of Christ") and told his listeners that they would soon be celebrating the baptism of Christ.[21] Then, on January 6 and 7, he preached two more sermons,[22] wherein he declared that the celebration of the birth of Christ and the visitation of the Magi had already taken place, and that they would now commemorate his Baptism.[23] At this time, celebration of the two events was beginning to be observed on separate occasions, at least in Cappadocia.
Saint John Cassian says that even in his time (beginning of the 5th century), the Egyptian monasteries celebrated the Nativity and Baptism together on January 6.[24] TheArmenian Apostolic Church continues to celebrate January 6 as the only commemoration of the Nativity.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

A Good Read for A Confused Woman Like Me...

By virtue of being a health care referral haven (or so I hope!) for children with severe mental illness, I think I have more than the average amount of personal experience interacting with children with extreme behavioral problems. I love this tremendously challenging part of my job; I am forever striving to care kindly and humanely for all children, even those with little or no ability to cooperate for even a seemingly simple toothbrushing.  Every day I come to my job hoping to be gentler, smarter and more efficient than the day before. They do call it practice, as Jeremy often says after a bumpy day.

When a tremendously difficult child comes to see me for dental work, I almost always end the appointment with a silent prayer for their families...something like this always works:

Our father,
Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
Amen.
Dear Heavenly Father please bless this child and his family as they go about their day today. Please give them comfort and rest as they face the challenges ahead of them. In Jesus' name I pray.


I have the easy job -- my work is generally done within minutes -- but so many families spend day after day struggling with their child's mental disability. And to this there is no respite--often problems only multiply as children become adults. These families need our prayers, support and kindness alone...their job is far difficult enough without our added unsolicited advice. Think of this the next time you outwardly or inwardly judge a parent with a disobedient child at the store.

I have thought and cried and prayed about the recent tragedy in Connecticut. I have tried to ignore the news and the constant onslaught of invasive media coverage of a suffering community and the families it houses. I have kept my mouth shut when it has come to any arguments about gun control and the like, partly out of good common sensitivity owed to those impacted most by this tragedy, but also because I wasn't quite sure how to express how I felt.

What really is the problem here? 

Then, despite my efforts to ignore the news, the facebook feed, the photos, the print media, I fortunately stumbled upon this article. Its truly insightful read. Click now, you won't regret it.

Do I still feel saddened and scared for our world? Yes. But being able to define how you feel about an event that may spark the grand controversy for our time is surely a good thing.

And now I pray again for all people affected by the mental illness of a loved one or a total stranger.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

St. Nicholas Comes to 7074 Bluffpoint


This is a horrible picture.

I really, REALLY need to take some type of entry level photography class. All I want for Christmas is to know how to take pictures in low light...sigh.

At any rate, it seems St. Nicholas filled our stockings once again. From left to right, or descending order, whichever tickles your fancy:

Mommy received heather gray leggings, nail polish and dark chocolate.

James received a new "big boy" outfit and socks (since he got moved up at daycare and per his father "The babies in the new room are wearing real clothes--not sleepers--and WALKING! He's not ready for that!"), some bath toys and the classic ring stacker that even I remember from childhood.

Peanut received two containers of wet dog food, which will surely give her the squirts. She should have gotten a lump of coal because she has been full of accidents lately just with her typical kibble.

Daddy received OSU jogging pants, pistachios, Nutella and some Christmas candy.

We are happy happy happy to see Old St. Nick.

When we were kids, we would often leave our Christmas lists in our stockings and St. Nick would deliver them safely to Santa. My mother handmade her daughters' stockings. Like, by hand. My older sister Kelly's pictured a snowman, replete with snowflake sequins and metallic thread piping the picture outlines.  Kristin's depicted an ELABORATE Christmas scene--children witnessing Santa scooting down a banister into the living room. All in hand sewn cross stitch. Beautiful french knots on the girl child's night cap. (To this day Mom does all the french knots in older sister Kelly's cross stitch. Kelly's work is pretty good, too.) Regarding Kristin's stocking, I think the story goes that mom began sewing this stocking when Kelly was born, but it was so elaborate that she didn't finish it until Kristin...nine years later. It really is a work of art.

My stocking was simple in comparison. A large cross stitch Santa waving as he sunk into a chimney.
So simple, in fact, that my first grade year I was pretty sad of its lack of bling. Some things never change.

However, that year, St. Nick left a nice note in my stocking his special night, letting me know that he would be sure to deliver my list safely to Santa, who in fact, loved my stocking the best of all.


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Changing the Layout, Gulp

If you hadn't noticed, the layout of Bloggie has changed. I am using the Blogger App a lot to update, and the pictures were never formatting correctly. (#firstworldproblems) You couldn't even appreciate litte Miranda's Christmas jammies before! So goodbye to primary colors and right angles and hello to trippy paisley and inviting orange!

Now if I can only get the widgets to format correctly...

Monday, November 26, 2012

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Freedom From Want Part II

My version. :)
May everyone (Democrats included) have a wonderful, satisfying, abundant Thanksgiving dinner this year.

Freedom From Want Part I

Norman Rockwell's version.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

30 Thankful Things

Lots of my pals on Facebook are doing this "30 Days of Thankful" challenge.  I am a little late, so I'm going to try and pound out thirty all at once, right now. I will tell you at the end of the post how long that took me to come up with all of them.

Ready.

Set.

GO!

1. Jeremy. He is an amazing father and a thoughtful husband. He is the calm, kind and patient to my distracted, flaky and flighty.
2. Faithful for my faith in Jesus Christ and our heavenly Father. Need I say more?
3. Reliable transportation
4. Healthy baby who is pretty mellow most of the time
5. Not one, but technically three jobs that I love. (does that count as three thankful things?)
6. Two-part harmony. I love two-part harmony, especially in country songs. See: Tim McGraw's "Angry All the Time" and anything by Big and Rich.
7. Warm things like down comforters
8. Soft things like rabbit fur vests.
9. Peanut!
10. The fact I don't have any food allergies.
11. My family's freedom from want. We don't need to have a grocery budget. Although maybe we should.
12. I am not that big of a Browns fan. Heaven help those that are.
13. I have been blessed to have several amazing female role models. In no particular order: my mother (who does it all and looks good doing it...always smiling) my older sister Kelly (who is busy as a bee and complains even less than my mother, if that's even possible) my friend Megann, (who manages to to work full time in an incredibly demanding professional job and simultaneously is a wonderful wife and mother and also finds time to stamp on a regular basis), and also my friend and spiritual mentor Deb Splaingard (such a wise woman, I was blessed the day she came into my life!)
14. Baby bath time and delicious slippery roly-poly babies
15. My ability to help children and families in a small way during my day as a pediatric dentist.
16. When I was in high school I was encouraged to have a real job. I worked at a convenience store. I had to work with a lot of different types of people, and lots of interesting people spend time at gas stations and convenience stores. That prepared me well for my current place in life.
17. Right now, I'm digging our church, Linworth Baptist, and the new friends we have found there
18. I am thankful that I have all of my Thanksgiving grocery shopping done already.
19. I am thankful that I have some of my Christmas shopping and decorating done.
20. I am thankful to have a mother that has an unreasonably busy personality. She is such a doer. Said mom helped me decorate my foyer for Christmas last week...I kind of wanted to wait, but she was all, "No, lets do it now, we have the time." I'm 99% sure I would have never gotten the decorations up at all had we not done it then.
21. I am thankful I have two days off -- although I make up for them evenings and Saturdays. Having two weekdays to grocery shop, buy diapers, wash cars, saves us so much weekend time. Also its wonderful spending days with James while he is young.
22. I am thankful for our son's daycare, Northwest Christian Child Care. They ladies in James' room are  so friendly, so helpful, and also have done a wonderful job. I know James would not be the sweet little soul that he is were it not for their input.
23. I am thankful that I can cook. I love cooking nice meals for my husband, family and friends.
24. I am thankful that my father had a great work ethic. I am thankful that he spent much of his life coaching, giving away his spare time to help improve the lives of kids in our town.
25. I am thankful I grew up in Fort Loramie, land of good stewardship and all things Catholic, Republican, hard-working, and cautious. It was and is a great place to live and grow.
26. USA! USA! USA!
27. I am thankful for my bible study, Bible Study Fellowship. I have learned so much about the bible, and met wonderful women along the way.
28. I love our neighbors and neighborhood. Our neighbors to the east, Mike and Jackie Flowers, pretty much are the best neighbors you could ask for. They are the type of folks who roll down the window and say hello at 7:00am, instead of just waving. We are the young folks on the block, and people are generally so interested in James and how we are doing.
29. I am thankful we decided to become parents. I won't lie, we weren't 100% sure that we were going to love this experience, but we figured we liked the idea of children enough that we should give it a shot. Frankly, its the best decision we ever made.
30. Our little James.
31. (why not!) My blog. Thank you Kelly for encouraging me to get it back in action.

(That took me about an hour, with a small hiatus for diaper blowout and subsequent bath)

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Good Words

A blog that I love had this posted a few days ago. I really like it, so I'm passing it along:

There is someone you can forgive.
There is someone you can thank.
There is someone you can serve and lift.
You can do it wherever you are and however alone and deserted you may feel.
With this knowledge, life is beautiful no matter the pain, loneliness,
confusion, heartbreak, and sadness in the world.
How blessed I am and feel each day.

That would make a great prayer, wouldn't it?

PS: Hooray for fall!


Saturday, August 25, 2012

Another Beautiful Baby Story

Two of my most favoritest people--my cousin Jace and his wife Shelly--recently adopted a lovely baby boy.

Last week, almost nine months from the day they began the emotional process of adopting, the Lord allowed them to bring home their son, Lyndon Michael.  I think there is beauty and meaning in that.

I watched Jace and Shelly persevere through infertility, and then prayerfully look to for God to direct them to their next steps. I saw them patiently wait to be chosen by a birth mother.  I saw the joy of being selected be quietly replaced by anxiety from the birth mother's indecision. I saw sadness and sorrow as the birth mother ultimately rethought her initial decision. I saw God's hand move again as a second birth mother was found, loved, and supported throughout the end of her pregnancy. I experienced the agonizing wait for the baby to arrive and elation when Lyndon finally came home with Jace and Shelly.

This experience has taught me a thing or two about prayer, faith, love, and what it means to be a parent.

Shelly eloquently posted this picture and the accompanying quote and has allowed me to pass it along today. It sums up things far better than I ever could.

"An adopted child isn't an unloved child; rather one that is loved so much by someone that she is willing to sacrifice her greatest accomplishment so that child could have more than just her love. Someone that is willing to break her own heart to mend others. Someone who watches others tears of joy through her own tears of sorrow. An adopted child is not an unwanted child. They are a child who was searched for, prayed for, begged for. Received by arms that ached, making empty hearts whole."



God bless you, Liz. I will forever be in awe of your courage and strength. You have tremendously blessed my family members. We are all better because of your heart and mind. And I thought I knew love already.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Sigh...

During a recent power outage, It wasn't the lost breastmilk that made me cry, it was the lost freedom.

Back to square one...

Friday, June 29, 2012

Tyneritaville Highlights

In no particular order:
My handsome boys.
Kuggles being Kuggles.
Tasty oyster treats.
The youngins bracing for tropical storm Debby.
James gets the window seat!
Ahhh...paradise...
Our sweet ride.
Halle and Em posing at the movies!

Good times! No hurricane shutters needed!

A Cool Beach Dude

Cowabunga! Surf's up!

James is on vacation, too. He is soo excited that He has slept an average of only eight hours a day for the past week.

"Mommy, I don't want to miss a thing."- James

It's a good thing he's cute. ;)

A Whole New World!

So I just found this sweet app! Now I can blog directly from my phone because really, who uses a computer anymore?

For your viewing enjoyment, a scene from our week in Tyneritaville:

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Meet James

We had a baby.


James Roman Morris
5/4/12
11:41pm
20.5"

He has dark hair like his daddy.
Tiny lips like his mommy.

I have lots of pictures of him. They are much better lit and you can see more of his sweet little face.
But I picked this one because it already seems like an old memory; it seems so long ago when we were in that sweet little hospital room, spending our first night as a family. James in his little plastic crib sleeping. Husby snoring on the couch. Me in bed with a big, fat, love-drunken grin on my face, thanking God for safely delivering James, and me, through our labor day.

As I have said many times before,

"And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."

God is great. 


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Miranda Kathleen

Holy Cow! She's a week old already!


8lbs, 7oz of beautiful baby girl to Kristin and Adam! 
Miss Miranda arrived on her due date. 
My sister's water broke at home.
9 hours of labor.
One hour of pushing.
Great latch.
Cute cheeks.
Long fingers.
Ten toes.

Some girls have all the luck.

(Now if only her cousin would come out and say hello...)

Plain City Party Time

My final shower was hosted by my Olentangy Pediatric Dentistry crew. 38 weeks pregnant. Big as a house. Buffett at Der Dutchman.  Pouring rain and blowing wind. Priceless.

TONS. OF. FUN.


But these ladies know how to have fun. I am already firmly aware of this.

To support this point, here are some ghosts from Christmas Parties Past...


Hygienists with the mostest!

Oh Pattie...what would I do without you?

Good looking AND they have chickens at their house! So jealous...

Dr. Jeff is one with the animals.
Fun times in the Milton Basement! Punch!
Laura wins all the time at games of skill and games of chance. Luckiest girl I've ever met.
And she can open locked doors with credit cards. #Churchcamp!
Rosie and her man!
Barb and her LRC bucks!
The Original OPD Crew, back when it was just two ops, two benches, and a man with a plan...with three good ladies helping him out. 



And just hanging around the office:





They have been simply amazing to me the past nine months. They are forever asking me how I feel, if I'm too tired to add in a patient, to rest. Katja has had more practical advice on natural labor and delivery and breastfeeding than a lot of the books I've read. And I'm pretty sure (FAIR WARNING: T.M.I. ahead!) that Baby MoMo commenced his existence the night of Liz & Paul's wedding. This crew, and Dr. Jeff, too, are simply the best folks to work around that I could have ever asked for. It isn't easy being 9 months pregnant in any situation, but being a pediatric dentist has to be one of the more challenging jobs to perform in such a state. The OPD gals made it easy. Really, I looked forward to coming into work on Mondays and Wednesdays!


My "tan pants" on my last day before maternity leave.

We really do a lot of work, too. For reals. 

Here's a sample of some of their good baby advice:

 Rosanna: "Those Lean Cuisine meals have waaaay too much sodium for you and your baby. Have some more cookies."


Of course I needed a Coach diaper bag, Dr. Jeff? You are crazy to think otherwise! Poor Alana has it soo tough...
Katja and Laura. Alles gute, Kati!

Laura: "Maybe his middle name could be Rafiki. Or Raekwon." (Husby and I want a middle name that begins with the letter R.)
All the girls after lunch

Look at all the decorations Laura put together
  Angie: "Don't worry, Dr. Kara, little boys can be in pageants, too." (I am still laughing at that line!)




Shannon: "In Germany, you'll be lucky if they pop you a Tylenol after your labor and delivery. Get the drugs, sister." (Shannon's first baby was born in Germany.) 

Another great Shannon line: "It used to be, out in the fields, you'd deliver next to whatever crop you were planting or picking, tear the cord with your teeth, and then just keep on working." I laughed so hard when she said this. What a visual. In all reality, there is some truth to it, and it was a great concept for me getting through the last weeks of work. 


Does your trainer know your eating that, Shannon?
 Pattie: "Just remember, Kara, during labor, say to yourself, 'The sky is blue and the grass is green. You'll get through it.'"

Oh, Pattie, what would I do without you? Wait, didn't I already say that?

Fruit basket from Dr. Jeff! So good! Especially the chocolate ones. :) 


All in all, I can't complain one little bit about working and being pregnant, much to the kindness of the OPD crew. And THEN they got me a Coach diaper bag for crying out loud!
 I know baby MoMo is already missing the sounds of high speed drilling, fussy two year olds, and the beep of the pulse ox. 

See you in a few weeks, y'all! Get the doorknob monkey ready!







Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Shower of the Century

I wish I had more pictures from this wonderful occasion. My dearie friends Megann and Liz did everything and more.  There were over 25 guests! And a gazillion cookies and games and presents and three different kinds of milk and fresh flowers and handmade invitations and lots of love abound. 
A "Cookies and Milk" themed shower. What could be sweeter?

Even the notoriously picky eater, Lisa, found a yummy to smile about!

I remember being nervous that morning. I don't usually get nervous, and I don't mind being the center of attention.  In fact sometimes I rather like it...shocker, I know! I was getting really bashful, surrounded by all that kindness. When Liz and Megann started putting up all the cool decorations --pom poms from the ceiling, paper straws and lanterns--well, I had to take a little break in my room to calm down. I hot rolled my hair to distract myself, for crying out loud. So random.

Hey its me and a diaper wreath! 
Fortunately, I kept my emotional cookies together and there were only a few happy tears at this shower, specifically:

1. Upon opening my dear, wise friend Cecilia's THREE crib sheets. Cecilia and her sage advice about jobs, life, and crib sheets have served me well for almost five years. She is a real smart cookie. And makes fantastic apple butter. And also is an amazing pediatric dentist. Specicially, on the crib sheets, you need three, and should layer them all on the bed with a waterproof mattress pads so you don't have to redress the bed in the middle of the night! Brills.

2. Holding the handmade quilt from bestie, Megann for the first time. It is so soft and beautifully made. I have lovingly held it in my hands many times since April 1st.  I can't wait to take a naked newborn picture of our little man all cuddled up in it.

3. Seeing the "onesie garland" across our mantel. I didn't take it down for days. Same goes for the diaper wreath. Liz, you are amazing and creative and I can't wait to steal those ideas when someone I really care has a baby shower!

Some other moms came up for the day, too. 


It was one of the best days ever. Ever. 


Ever. 

Thanks. And may life smile back at you through the camera lens, too.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Not So Much a Shower, but a Torrential Downpour

Not one, but five baby showers.

That's the generosity equivalent of Monsoon season.

The first was my mother's and sister Kelly's doings. A surprise day of fun in Perrysburg for Kiki and me. We were bestowed with lots of diapers, toys, clothes, "spa products" -- aka Johnson's Baby Wash and Lotion -- and a manicure at the Venetian! Not only did I get one of the better manis of my life there, mom's nail tech was wise enough to scold her in his Vietnamese accent to "Stop picking at your pinky nail or I will be very angry the next time you come in here" as his lady coworkers nodded simultaneously in agreement. Oh mom and her neuroses about her wonky tooth and stumpy pinky fingernails. The woman has 9 healthy fingernails and yet that one looks like it came out of Chernobyl.

My perfect mani...back when my rings still fit...

On of many gift packs of diapers & wipes!
Eston's Cake. No P-burg party is complete without one.

Monday morning decaf and mani looking fresh as a daisy!
***

My second shower was a HUGE SURPRISE, hosted by dear high school bestie friendie, Amy. This shower could be described as "Pregnancy Hormones Get the Best of Kara" as I sobbed hysterically through most of the night. Only happy tears. I'm not talking about a cute weepy moment; no, this was the "ugly cry" usually reserved for episodes of Oprah and "A Baby Story." Nine of my high school friends hauled their cookies up to Powell from the Fort to celebrate babies, lasagne, and delicious Italian soda.







Twas a great night. No pictures of me because my eyes are all swollen shut. Not cute.

***

But guess what WAS cute? The surprise shower from my night clinic buddies at Children's! And this, after me being so grumpy and ungrateful during those 12-hour Tuesday shifts.  So undeserving.

Most of the night clinic gang! Love 'em.
I love Rhonda, too. Can't wait till Baby MoMo is old enough for her to babysit.
Happy to report the Morris family did not waste a SINGLE leftover cupcake! 
Tiffiene, master of ceremonies!
Break room all decked out for Baby MoMo.
It was a great night. We still had to see patients, which was fine, because there was lots of queso dip to enjoy in between...

Highlights from Shower #4 - "The Shower of the Century" and #5 "Plain City Party Time" up next! Stay tuned!