people's bodies

I have to admit one of my current flaws is that I live in my closet literally and figuratively. Yes, I share my closet space with Albert (the 15 year old cat) so I can work and not be bothered by the household but I also rarely listen to the news or really know what is going on. There are issues in Egypt? Some guy name Snowden is in trouble? I am clueless. I only know about recent events in Texas because a friend of mine posted a photo to her Instagram account (Instagram is my preferred method for getting information about people versus facebook - I like your photos but don't want to hear your thoughts). I have to admit I am ashamed of myself for not knowing more, not doing more. Does signing up for a I'm with Wendy bumper sticker count as taking action? I used to be so involved, I was a budding activist in my own right (thanks to my mom), I was informed, I had opinions. Hmm...where I am now? Living in a closet.

I am formulating a Meghan project right now. This is getting way deep but I've lost a few things about myself that I going to spend some time working on. This includes me figuring out what I stand for and what I want out of life.

So while I work on that, I have to admit I am going to use the voice of another to express how I feel about life in Texas politics at this moment especially now that I have two daughters and someday two daughters-in-laws and I want them to always have the right to make decisions about their bodies. I realize this is such a sensitive topic but as this woman (who honestly I don't know but is friends with a friend of mine) states this issue is about "protecting the lives of women, and of girls."  I don't know if I will make it out of the closet anytime soon to help battle this one but I will support those who are out there on my behalf.

There is legislation this week in Texas and in North Carolina that will effectively outlaw abortion in both states. I'm sure the laws will be challenged, and they will be taken to the Supreme Court, but in the meantime, there will be women who will be forced to bear children they do not want, and women who will use dangerous methods to abort pregnancies they're terrified by. Women like Wendy Davis in Texas understand that people who support legal abortion are not pro-murdering babies. They are, instead, about protecting the lives of women, and of girls.

I will NOT live in a country that values the life of a fetus over the life of a woman. My daughter will grow up to be a woman, and I will not her value reduced to how long she can incubate. My sons will NOT grow up in a world that tells them that if their wife or sister is raped, well, too bad. Just wait while your wife carries the rapist's baby for a while, and then you can have your incubator back for your own brood.

My children have more value than a fetus does. A fetus is NOT a baby, any more than an acorn is an oak tree. The logic is flawed, and the intention behind the recent bills is clear. It is NOT to save babies, or to protect women, but to control women.

And I'm going to fight for as long as it takes so that the world where my daughter grows up is a better one than my mother's world.

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Being a Big Brother

Throughout my chicken pregnancy, I worried about the age difference between the boys and the chickens, I still worry about the age difference. Things aren't always picturesque and perfect here but there are two big brothers that absolutely love their sisters and who daily amaze me with their patience and love. They are always willing to help and have learned the invaluable secret of hiding in their bedroom when they need a break from big brother duty. 

V8

About two years ago there was lots of talk and debate about Austin building Circuits of America to bring Formula 1 Racing to the area. While we watch a lot of sports over here, racing is not one that makes the list. The closest thing I've come to really care about racing it watching Talladega Nights. Whether I should admit it or not it is one of my favorite movies.

Despite it being a big deal for Austin, I have had no real interest in the Circuits of America track or going to see a race out there. That is until I had a friend and coworker (known as Q) who originates from Australia come to town (via Boston) for some meetings. On my way in to meet him I heard a horrible commercial with a guy trying to fake an Australian accent to talk about the V8 races that were coming to town. Of course since Q is Australian and knows all things Australia, I asked 50 questions when I arrived at the office. Turns out that Q has a thing for V8 racing. Even more serendipitous was later that night while Q was out on the town he ran in to some guys from Australia who were pit managers for one of the race teams and scored himself some tickets.

Obviously you know where we are going here. Since Q is from Boston and has a family who needed him at home that weekend, he had tickets he couldn't use so he asked if I wanted them. I was inclined to say no but  thought just maybe the boys might be interested. Long of the short (because I am month behind on this blog post), V8 racing was pretty freaking amazing. I can't claim to be an expert in anything racing but it was thrilling to watch it. So much adrenaline, fear, and excitement. It may also help that the announcer was Australian and who doesn't love to listen to a good accent?  I won't lie, if someone gave me a chance to take a car on the track, I'd do it. Not sure I will start watching NASCAR anytime soon or wear any racing team gear but I might consider going back to see the V8s when they come to town again next year.

A big thanks to Q for sharing his tickets. I wonder what other Australian things he can share? A kangaroo?

13

I am pretty sure at this moment he is not telling me that in 13 years we will have 4 kids (two will be twin daughters of destruction) or that we will have spent the 10 weeks leading up to our 13th year filming a TV show.

chicken talk

I had that moment the other day, while having a very deep conversation with Lizzie while she bathed, when I realized that I was done having babies. I mean really done. I know I thought that 2 years ago but medically I am done (not to mention my age). It was a brief, sad moment. Not that I want more kids, hell I can barely handle the ones I have, but just that I will never again experience pregnancy or hold my newborn again. Potentially my next baby fix will be 25 plus years (fingers crossed) when the boys have their own babies. The girls are hitting that age when they are no longer babies, they are hitting the toddler stage, and from there it all just goes so fast. Hell, JT is going in to 5th grade this fall. How did that happen?

Chickens are doing great. Kit Kat has mastered walking and has even developed a slow trot especially when she realizes someone has opened a door to the outside and she needs to try to escape. Lizzie hasn't been as interested in walking and  Rick and I both admitted to each other we've been secretly living with some angst and guilt, wondering if Lizzie was going to struggle because we didn't do a better job with her hips. Of course just as the two of us admit that to each other, she starts walking around like she has been doing it for months (and that we are basically idiots for even worrying). I now believe it was a secret trick to get us to carry her while her sister had to walk especially since I hear talk of her almost breaking out in to a run at the children's museum last week to get to a play area.

It is funny to see how they developed differently but the same. Words are starting to emerge although Lizzie prefers to stick to head nodding for yes and no type questions while Kit Kat has taken to repeating baseball and bat around the house. This thrills the boys to no end. They love being outside and they are both loving the pool. They also love to dance. Rick is trying to convince them to be heavy metal babies but what he doesn't know is that I play lots of Top 40 dance music and other horrible songs that would make his ears burn while he is gone and the girls love it. Lizzie loves to sing and is often swaying side to side while singing something that makes perfect sense to her. If you have a few hours to spare, they are big fans of singing Row, Row Your Boat.

I am slowly learning Adobe Photoshop so just maybe if the stars and moon align I can post some photos here soon.

nighttime dilemna

It is 10 at night and this is the dilemma I am facing. How will I diaper this baby without waking her or her sister or more importantly disturbing their sweet sleep position. Of course that didn't stop me from grabbing my phone, turning on the hall light, and taking a photo!

As you can tell by the non-baby sheet we are behind in laundry and this is not the first time a diaper has been removed. We've been the benefactors of some splendid displays of fecal finger painting, soaking wet sheets, and soaking wet pjs. I will show my gender biased but I honestly would have thought this is something the boys would have done but they never once messed with those diapers. Of course I could turn that argument to be that the boys were lazy and loved that someone was willing to take care of them whereas the girls are already asserting their independence and fighting be cared for...or maybe they are just two punks that like to mess with their diapers when they sleep. Regardless, I managed to take the photo and diaper a sleeping baby without disturbing their sleep because they looked so sweet together.

20 Years and Running

Had you told these ladies 20 years ago that one would live in Nebraska with 2 boys, the other in Texas with 2 boys and twin girls and that for a fun weekend we would get together to run 13.1 miles; we would have laughed.

The race details aren't pretty for me but I finished. Lexi had a rocking time but her post race wasn't so enjoyable. Perhaps  next time we will find cheer-leading uniforms and pina coladas instead of a half-marathon. Regardless of what we are doing, we will no doubt have fun.