Thursday, August 28, 2008

Busy, Busy, Busy

After a long morning of trashing the Monopoly money and game pieces, up ending the Battleship box, dumping the dominoes out and whacking his sister on the head, Baby decides he needs a snack. Having only been absent a minute or two, I come back to the kitchen to find this



garlic bananas, anyone?

Did I mention it's only 10:00 am? Help? Please?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Lazy

Sorry I haven't been blogging recently. Gummi has been making it difficult. If I'm not sleeping, then I'm eating. If I'm not eating, then I'm sleeping. And if by some small chance I'm not eating or sleeping, then I'm wandering around the house looking for someone to rub my back. That's right, I've become....my cat. So in the mean time, I will leave you with this (I double dog dare you not to get weepy at how cherubic this child sounds).

Monday, August 18, 2008

That there Debi Pearl book, part II

My Dear R,

Your father has bought to my attention that my recent post about Debi Pearl has caused you some concern. So I am writing that I may put some of those concerns to rest and restore my status in your eyes as "Most Favored Auntie".

My ideas about "submission" have been rolling around my head for the past 17 years; being thought out, read about, discussed and re-thought out as I finish each year of marriage. So my idea of submission to my husband is not the typical one embraced by our society (meaning being a door mat). My ideas about submission are as follows:

First and foremost I believe God created man and woman on equal footing. It says so right in Genesis 1:27 "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them." It doesn't say God created man and then man needed a lackey so God created a woman. However, to me, "equal" doesn't mean "same", it means "of equal value." If given the choice between living without my hand or my foot, that would be hard. They're different, performing different functions but I really couldn't say one is more valuable than the other, now could I? I want them both, and working together they can accomplish many things.

Now, while of same importance, I believe men and women have different functions and purposes. If the world thought/acted entirely like women, there would be lots of talking, but probably little decided. If the world thought/acted entirely like men, we'd probably have lots of activity, but we're not sure to what purpose. I think our society often thinks equal means same and therefore we women tend to think men think/act/feel like us. Let me tell you something sister, they don't! Women tend to value connection and relationships, men tend to value respect and honor. Women can connect emotions with an event more readily than men can. So one idea of submission means to respect your husband as the man he is. Don't try to treat him like he's another one of your girlfriends. Look to what he values and try to meet those needs.

My second idea regarding submission relates to the leader of a house. A lot of people say that their marriage is completely equal, everything that needs to get done for the family, all decisions made are done 50/50. If that works for other folks, that's fine. However, I think that, like a corporation, there needs to be one final person who says, "The buck stops here." (bonus points - which US president had that quote on their desk?) There needs to be that one spokes person for the family. Knowing my skill set, I think that position in my family is best filled by your uncle, Bo Hunkmeister. However, realize that any good leader worth his salt, before taking action, will seriously consider the wise counsel of his wife and trusted friends around him. And any leader worth his salt leads by example.

My third idea is that submission is only to your husband. So if some other guy thinks women should not have a job outside of the house, that's fine for him but you don't have to abide by that. Nowhere in the Bible does God call for women submitting to any other man's authority but their husband's. If you want a career, then go get one girl! But it is then incumbent (look the word up) upon you, dear R, with the wise input of your parents who know you and love you, to find the man who shares your values, who recognizes the talents God has given you and who desires to see you grow as a person. Now, if in a fit of romantic insanity, you marry some selfish knob who thinks women should stay at home barefoot and pregnant (and I am currently wearing shoes, so rest your worried mind), then you unfortunately will have a difficult time submitting to your husband as he will probably expect things of you that you will not agree with.

And God needs female leaders. Look up Esther, or Deborah, or Abigail, or Jael. Or your church's associate pastor, or Condoleeza Rice, or Beth Moore. But your career choice should be something you and your husband both can agree on. And just because you don't have a career outside of your house doesn't mean you're not doing something important either. 2 Timothy 1:5 says "I have been reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also." So who influenced Timothy's faith the most? Grandma and Mom. And Billy Graham couldn't have done what he did without Ruth behind him. Charles and John Wesley would have been nothing without their mother's guidance.

So as you can see, I'm not advocating that you submit to your husband like some crazed Jonas Brothers groupie or a cult member. Just that a little respect for the husband in your life will go a long way towards having the happy marriage you want.

If you want the full sermon and teaching video, send Auntie a check for $29.95.

Love Always,
Auntie Domestic Goddess

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

This Is Why I Love Him...

We're at the blood center this evening so Bo Hunkmeister can do his quarterly donation and the nurses are making small talk. Noticing me and my width, which is at its greatest at the end of the day, one nurse asks the usual set of questions: When are you due? Do you know what you're having? How many kids do you have? And this last one is my favorite because of the response we get when we say this is our sixth baby. So we tell the nurse this is our sixth baby, her eyes pop, her jaw drops and without missing a beat, Bo says, "You might take my blood but you can't slow me down."

Ain't he the greatest?


by the way, did you know 35% of Americans are eligible to give blood but only 3% of them do so?

Monday, August 11, 2008

Go Read This. Now.


I just finished reading this at my breakfast table. I was crying by the end (ok, so being pregnant might have something to do with it).

Thursday, August 07, 2008

This Was Amusing

I got this idea from Lori's blog (btw, lovely to meet you and your kiddies). Lori's was quite funny so I thought I give my name a try. The deal is you type your name followed by "needs" into the Google search box.

1. Dawn needs a guitarist - No thanks, dated one, so glad I married someone who doesn't play guitar.

2. Dawn needs a miracle - Already got one growing, but if I may be so bold as to ask for another in the form of four wheeled transportation?

3. Dawn needs a tripod - uhmm...

4. Dawn needs a reality check - bwahahahaha! My reality is fine. You should try it!

5. Dawn needs to fly - That would make getting errands done easier

6. Dawn needs to get over herself - Google, you sure know how to hurt a gal....

7. Dawn needs a big glass jar to grow her own "brain in the vat." - Ok, weird.

8. Dawn needs a history lesson - Ooo! Another book recommendation!

9. Dawn needs training - Hey! That's not fair! I'm house broken!

10. Dawn needs a latte - Well, that was not really on Google, but since we were talking about my needs....

You're next!

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

And the Fodder Continues...

This is from the Silly Question Department:
The other day my friend "Laverne" (names have been changed to protect the silly) relayed a conversation she had with a mutual acquaintance, "Shirley." Shirley had called Laverne and asked if we were expecting again. Laverne said yes. Then Shirley asked, "Are they happy about it?"

Now that question struck me as kind of odd. First of all, why wouldn't we be happy? I'm not an unmarried teenager. I've been married 17 years and have five kids. If I'm already travlin' the big family road, why would one more be an unpleasant event? Secondly, even if I were unhappy, would I tell you? What good would it do? What would you say in response?

I think questions like this come from a society that has so divorced sex from pregnancy, that we're utterly surprised when pregnancy happens without our foreknowledge. Here's a little secret I've learned. No matter what form of birth control you use, outside of a hysterectomy, any sexual intercourse has the possibility of pregnancy. Seriously. I've known couples that, even after the husband had a vasectomy, were buying a pregnancy test.

In all honesty, we will have to get a bigger car and that has kind of bummed me out a bit (if you'd like to make a donations, make your checks out to "A New Flamin' Van for the Domestic Goddess"). But, like what I once read in a Randy Alcorn book, one person's difficulties should not diminish the value of another person's life. Basically, this pregnancy should not be any less a joyful occasion than the first child, who didn't require a new car purchase. So the long answer to Shirley's question is, yes, I am happy to be receiving a blessing and it would be great if you could be happy along with me.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

A New Name!

As I said in a previous post, we thought we'd call this baby TBA. However, on Friday I had an ultrasound and the technician said, "See that gummi bear there? That's the baby."



I went home and relayed this conversation to the Bo Hunkmeister and then said how tired I was. Bo responds, "Gummi Bear kickin' your butt, eh?" And voila! A new name! And it works so well! As in:

Gummi wants ice cream.
Gummi says I need to lie down
Gummi Bear is making me eat this
Obey the Gummi

Great, eh?

A Special Gift

So we tell the kids on Sunday that it was our anniversary and immediately they want us to drive them to the Dollar Store so they can get us a gift. Not wanting any more ceramic surfing dolphins, I tell them that it's quite unnecessary to get us a gift. However, Princess Git Er Done can't help herself and leaves us this note on our night stand:



Who am I to argue with the Seventeen Years of Marriage Fairy? I'm goin' back to bed!

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Romantic Dinner

Today is our anniversary.

The Bo Hunkmeister and I have been in wedded bliss for 17 years.

Normally, we'd go to one of many renown Providence restaurants: Gracie's, Mill's Tavern, Spain. Truly romantic fine dining experiences.

Tonight, I have a special request of Bo. I want to go the the A&W drive in in Smithfield and get a chili cheese dog with onion rings and a root beer float.

Can you tell I'm pregnant?