I’m Still Alive!

… because I know you were totally worried about my disappearance, right? Right?!

Worry no more, Friends. I am run ragged, but I’m still breathing.

I started a new job near the end of April. My schedule is somewhat insane at the moment. But the Polks are resilient people. We’re figuring it out.

For those inquiring minds who have not gathered information on my new employment from Facebook, I am now working for Providence Heating Cooling and Refrigeration. Our friends own and run the business and their business has grown beyond their ability to handle it as a two-some. So far, I’ve enjoyed it a lot, though I certainly have a LOT to learn about the industry. Grateful for the learning curve and for gracious, patient employers who answer my questions without rolling their eyes.

Anyway. As we are adjusting to my new schedule, we’ve had to figure out how to juggle things around as a family to keep this house running. SO grateful for Kyle who has been so helpful with stuff I used to be able to handle on my own.

20120512-145618.jpg The Daily To Do List

20120512-145634.jpg … and a few further instructions ;)

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I’m getting a new niece / nephew!!

My brother and sister-in-law are early in the process of adopting from ETHIOPIA!  I’m so excited for them as they’re stepping out in faith to answer an important call — one that will change their lives forever and will give a home and the love of a family to a child. What a great gift!

This month, they’re hosting their first fundraiser. It’s a Date Night event called:  

Saturday, April 28   |  7 – 10 PM
at the Foxbank Pavilion/Pool

The cost is $15/person. There will be live music and dancing, great food and dessert. And all proceeds will go straight  into the adoption savings.

More information on the Facebook Event Page here.

Out of towners who would like to support them, you can donate to their paypal account at  mossadoption@gmail.com.

The poor world is begging…

The poor world is begging for mercy like Bartimaus, while the rich world is asking for more favor like James and John.

From The Easter Conundrum (Confession), a blog by Jen Hatmaker that you NEED to read right now.

Kitchen Wins

Sometimes I hit homeruns in the kitchen. (Lots of times I don’t.) Recently a lot of my big wins in the kitchen have been Pinterest-inspired.

Source: wittyinthecity.com via Rita on Pinterest
This recipe is called Man-Pleasin’ Chicken. Kyle Polk is not one to accept stereotypes at all, so when I told him the name of it after he raved about it, he just kinda shrugged, embarrassed by his own “typical-ness”.

I served the chicken above with these potatoes, which didn’t look as pretty as the picture above. And I do realize that those don’t look that pretty, but mine were messier. Either way, they tasted pretty awesome.

Zucchini, black beans, and rice skillet. When Kyle is out of town, I look for meat-free meal options, of which he is not a fan. I love them, and Ivalee … well, she just eats whatever we eat, for the most part. This recipe is fantastic and easy. Great weeknight meal.

My Parenting Manifesto

Parenting, in its simplest form, is often about choosing battles. I’ve only been at it for two and a half years, but this is a lesson I am learning more and more as she gains independence and her will develops. I have a daughter who, most of the time, is sweet and mild-tempered. But she is also strong-willed – as I am – and this creates tension in our home at least a handful of times every day.

So I’m having to learn to prioritize MY disciplinary actions by looking at the big picture.

Am I disciplining her out of frustration and embarrassment? or out of a desire for her to learn an important, lasting lesson?

Am I reacting out of loss of patience? or responding with patience and extending grace upon grace? (I fail at this constantly!)

So I’ve developed a bit of a manifesto. Thinking this through and writing it down helped me to gain a focus that my disciplining techniques have been lacking. The Hows (spanking, time-outs, etc.) of discipline matter less to me than the Whys. I’m a Big Picture kind of a girl and if I’m just disciplining because my child blew a whistle in a store that cause other shoppers some brief auditory-discomfort well … I think that’s silly. Kids are kids and sometimes there’s a whistle, and they’re going to blow it. In the Big Picture, these types of instances do not matter. No one was harmed by the whistle.

Now, when I asked her not to blow the whistle, had she deliberately disobeyed, then I would have had motivation for some disciplinary action because the lasting lesson is obedience. And obedience doesn’t come naturally. It’s learned. And it can’t be learned unless there’s training. And that’s my role.

In the Big Picture, my job is to keep her safe and to meet her physical needs. My responsibility is to train her to become a child – and eventually an adult – who can thrive and excel in society. My real joy is to see her have a happy childhood and for our family to build a happy and loving foundation for her. And my ultimate goal is to see her have a selfless adulthood with Christ at the center of her life.

Keeping those over-arching goals in mind has helped to trivialize other “parenting debates” that I still battle with in my head. Parenting is not easy. It’s full-time work and can be exhausting. But, in the same way as when I’m working towards any other goal, I’ll take baby steps some days and large strides on others. And some days, I lose ground. But now I have a goal to keep my eyes on. Helps a lot.

Valentine’s 2012

My Valentine is on the road.
The new Explorers Club album comes out today, so they’re touring to promote it and sell lots of copies so they can make lots of money.

(Get it here. $4.99?! Seriously?! Pay for it three times. It’s worth it!)

This Valentine’s Day, he woke up in Groton, Connecticut at my sister’s house. I’m sure Wesley is loving having his Uncle Kyle over. And I hope that this is the last Valentine’s Day he wakes up at my sister’s house instead of mine. :) (ba-doon-doon-tsss!)

 Before he left town, I was a very thoughtful wife and made these valentines for him.

And also before he left, I was a very FORGETFUL wife and left them on the kitchen counter. Lame.

Today is Ivalee’s class Valentine’s Party. We made these for her friends.

The Valentine’s Bag topper I made to dress-up the dollar store Valentine’s zip-lock baggies.

Her buddy, Marlee, came over last night to bake and decorate cookies.
So many sprinkles! So much fun!

And this morning, she walked her Puppy to class for the Valentine’s Party.

Pretty.

Y’all. I have a two year old. I shouldn’t be dealing with these issues yet. Give me at least a few more years!!

I blame Veggie Tales.

Specifically this story:

Iva got Sweetpea Beauty as a gift for Christmas and we’ve watched it a couple of times. (She loves the Silly Song more than the movie itself, I think, but that’s neither here nor there.)

I have some incomplete thoughts about Princesses and ‘emphasizing beauty’ to a generation of girls that are inundated with not-so-subtle messages about where their worth lies.

  • On one hand, I see that cutting out Disney Princesses and all that they stand for would benefit in that it keeps you from having to deal with these types of issues … for a while.
  • And on the other hand, I think that’s the easy thing to do — to try to cut out someone else’s influence rather than being a parent whose voice is able to speak truth over the noise of the lies that your child is GOING to be told as they grow up.
  • Avoidance may serve to delay the tough work of affirming character and personality over beauty, but you won’t be able to avoid it forever. The message is pervasive.

All that said, it’s kind of obvious that the Sweetpea Beauty thing came as a response to these conflicts. So the point is to give young girls a lesson about how real beauty is inner-beauty and how The King loves us whether we’re pretty or ugly.

But my two year old is too young for the nuance of that lesson just now. So this is what’s happening: She stands in front of mirrors, looks at herself and then says to us, “I don’t feel pretty.” (See the above video at 3:10.)

This has happened three times now. And it is heartbreaking.

So we’re going to table the Sweetpea Beauty thing for a while, at least for a few months, until she’s able to understand the real lesson and not just quote the most heart-breaking line of the whole movie repeatedly. Right now when she says it, we just remove her from the room where the mirror is, emphatically say to her, “Your mommy and daddy think you are sooo pretty. And we love you!”

You guys, where is Abilene in my life? I need her to speak soft, quiet truths into my baby’s ear every day.