I am a Liberated Woman
Now I know that any of you who know anything about me know that the title of this post doesn’t mean what it sounds like. What have I been liberated from? I’ve been liberated from the disposable diaper! This is my latest fix.
Ta-da! The cadillac of cloth diapers!
I’ve been liberated from trips to the not-so-nearby Wal-Mart to pick up diapers, I’ve been liberated from the cost of buying diapers for two children, and my husband has been liberated from trying (in vain) to burn the wretched things.
My Beloved reminded me that I haven’t been liberated from swishing my new didees in the toilet, but at least that’s all I have to do. Ashlynne and Rachel are getting pretty handy at loading them in the washer, hanging them on a rack by the corn stove, and putting them away. They will actually argue over who’s turn it is to wash diapers!
But do they work? Yes! They’re great! I found repairable Bumgenius diapers online for a crazy price and ordered a stash of twenty. Half seem to be in perfect condition, and the other half needed to have the leg elastic replaced, but it’s a simple fix. They don’t even leak at night and they are still dry to the touch in the morning.
Here is my sweet little Caleb, modeling his new get-up:
Here’s another pic, just because I couldn’t resist:
Ten years with my Beloved!
On February 14, 1998, I married the most wonderful man in the world. OK, I’m sure some of you would beg to differ, but I know I’m right!
This anniversary was a little bit different from all the others. Before, we would always take the children to the grandparents and drop them off for the evening. Well, that’s not an option here, so we loaded up the young’uns and headed to Lincoln for breakfast. The girls were thrilled to go on our “date”, and you know, it was pretty fun. Josh reminded them all that it wasn’t just our special day, but their’s as well. Looking at all the excited faces around the table was a reminder of God’s faithfulness and blessing on our marriage.
Looking back a little….
I suppose you can never forgo the nightly bedtime ritual, even if you just completed a two day trek across the country with five children. This was our first night in Nebraska.
This was our first decent snow here. Being from East Tennessee, our children were more than a little thrilled.
Rachel, posing by the chicken coop. She’s already dreaming of a major egg business, but alas, no chicks available until March.
Never despise meager beginnings…
Our chicken coop is empty. We are down to one beehive. We don’t even have a lazy, old watchdog on the porch…yet. No cow to milk. No pig to slop. Oh, but we do have an orange barn cat mousing around the place, a garden spot beneath the snow, and a house full of miniature farm hands that are raring to go. I guess the local coyote pack must count for something, even if it’s just scaring the children back into the house around sunset.
We do have excitement! We can’t wait to see what the Lord provides for us here. It already seems as if He has personally arranged every last detail about this move just for us. What am I saying? Of course He did!
Right now, the scripture the Lord brings to my mind is Habakkuk 3:17,18
Though the fig tree should not blossom and there be no fruit on the vines,
Though the yield of the olive should fail and the fields produce no food,
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold and there be no cattle in the
stalls, Yet I will exult in the Lord, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
I’ve always thought I’d like to paint that on the side of our barn one day!









