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Family Fun

Friday, February 8, 2013

Totoro had 5 healthy kittens. 3 are striped and 2 black, I have not even attempted to look at gender. After the sorrow of her first litter and the one that was not meant to live I am thrilled that they are so big and strong! I am also wishing she had only had 3 strong healthy kittens lol...less to find homes for. Griffon had his extra allergy testing and he is most allergic to dogs, but has strong allergies to cats as well.So does Gavin. I am sure a couple more do, those are the only two I know for sure.So we need to find homes for these cute little ones while they are cute and little. We thought we would get all the male cats fixed first but Totoro got out and we soon saw the folly in that plan.
   I am watching Ms.Pacman closely. She is our Boer female and seems close to kidding. I am only able to go off what I have found online...not my favorite way to do this but it works. Her tail ligaments are almost gone and the angle of her tail is different than normal.Her teats have grown and are filling in, though being a first time momma she is not too full. She is very affectionate. So we wait. I am pretty sure Metroid is pregnant too, maybe a few weeks behind. Frogger seems qute proud of himself. :)  I had to move the llama from their pen as he was not acting as much like a guardian as he was a Frat boy jerk!Always bullying Frogger, and acting as though the girls were "his" even when they wanted nothing to do with him. He is back in with the donkey, who does not put up with his brash ways.
   I am re doing Trinity's bedroom. Her floor is the paper bag method I did in our living room, minus the darker dye. It looks great, although I ran out of brown paper 3/4 of the way through and will have to wait until tomorrow to get some more. I painted her walls purple and added glitter to one wall. I want to put the large bunk bed set in there, leaving the bottom without the bed and creating a loft with it. Ikea inspired basically. I hope for her birthday I can get her one of the cool lamps they sell.
   My sister is bringing me home a lamswool for Lucian from Ikea. I have always wanted one and she mentioned she was going so I excitedly asked for it.I can't wait for him to have a special,soft play place. I will put a basket with his bean bags and playsilks next to the rug...even the idea makes me smile.
    I took a lasagna and some cookies to a family that just had a baby in our church. Christian(13) came with me(as did Jubilee,Pippi,and Luke, but they fell asleep) and we got lost in the back country onthe way home. We had such good conversation!I asked him if he had any ideas  of what he wants to do career wise that we could start learning about. He said he doesn't but he has some life goals.(We are having him tested for OCD,dyselxia, and possible autistic spectrum disorders). He would like to make Lembas bread that tastes good so he can feed the poor all over the world. Tears came to my eyes...he has a heart of gold. He also wants to have children and teach them to love God and people...I do not ever brainwash my kids, but to know that they enjoy the life they are living, to know that they like it enough to want to pass it on makes my heart swell.
   One of my due date clubs was discussing growing up, parenting, and how the way we were raised affects the way we are striving to raise our children. It was wonderful to read so many positive stories and see so many people who had good role models. I was sad to see a couple that also had less than stellar times. I can't discuss this with my siblings, because they are loyal to a fault and think it means I don't/didn't love my mom and dad if I say I hate the way we were raised. We all turned out pretty good :D , but I postulate that this was mostly despite how we were raised, not because of it. For the first sixteen years any memory of my parenst involves physical abuse, yelling, screaming, fear. My sister was so mouthy and I was so protective...she would stand there and talk back and get hit so very much and I had an ulcer from worrying about her. I would cry and plead to take her "spankings" for her, I threatened to call the police once and had my fingers bent until they broke, and was told to try to dial now. I remember seeing her kicked in the stomach and screaming at my dad to stop and running as he came after me.Then my mom told me to go back to him and accept my punishment for being disrespectful. After the divorce things got better between my mother and I. I think a lot of that is because I snapped and stopped caring about being a good girl anymore. She had to talk to me like an adult, hitting didn't work anymore. My dad didn't get that memo, and even at 16 I had to hide black eyes from my friends. I started running away and we reconciled after I got married. I loved my parents, and to them they were less violent then how they had been raised. My dad told me of some of the punishments he had endured and it broke my heart. I am not only not spanking/hitting my kids, I am teaching them that they are worthy of respect and that they should love and respect their children enough to ensure that no one hits them, even in the name of teaching. There are other ways to teach. Oh...I could go on and on...I have studied and taught myself  creative ways to discipline. I have looked into gentle Christian parenting...knowing there had to be others who did not equate having a relationship with Christ to using a rod on children.(There are great resources out there!)
These wonderful babies are worth it!!!  


  1. As much as it pains me to read what you have endured while growing up, what you have decided to do with that experience is beautiful. You truly inspire me as a mother, Wendy. Your children are blessed to have you as their mom. And your forgiving heart... that is something to be admired. ♡♡

  2. Oh.. and way back when my old fatty cat was 2y, she had 6 kittens. The first night there were 4, we took her to the vet because I knew there were more in there. Sure enough, the next day there were 2 more. I was super sad when we had to find them all homes, but no way could we keep that many. We already had 2 (we thought they were both female, until our male got her pregnant lol).