Friday, January 02, 2015

7 Quick Takes: I'm Back On The Bloggy-Block!

Hello, Lovelies!

Yes, it's me! I miss blogging. Oh, how I miss it! So dag-nabbit, I'm making time for blogging. And that's that!

Let's play catch-up, shall we? Or maybe we're meeting for the first time... or maybe it's been so long since I've posted that you're like, "Who's this Ordinary Sarah chick? I mean, she sounds kind of familiar, but in the sea of the blogosphere, I have no clue who I'm looking at here."

Well, then... (tiny wave and nervous smile) I'm Sarah. Allow me to introduce myself with some bullet points!


  • I'm Catholic. Yep, really Catholic. It's kind of my number one thing in life, ya know, because God is pretty important. It affects my whole life, which is awesome. You'll learn more about this the more you visit. Stay tuned, kiddos!


  • I'm married to Mr. Ordinary. And, as of this past Easter, HE'S CATHOLIC TOO! (Each and every one of those capital letters were completely appropriate and called for. Nothing in the world makes me happier, since I'm kind of responsible for his mortal soul and all.) We met in the Army during Basic Training (when I was but a wee 17-year-old baby, mind you) and have been married for twelve years. He's from Albania and he's awesome in every way.


  • Hold on to your horses, 'cause here comes a whopper. We have six kids and we're open to more. (I'll give you a second to compose yourself.) Yep, we're THOSE Catholics. As Jim Gaffigan says, "There's no goalie."


  • Another fun one: We're homeschoolers! This is our sixth year and we love it. I could go on for paragraphs, and possibly chapters, here. But I won't. We love it. It works for us. The end. (I'm always happy to answer questions, though! You can comment here or email me at ordinary(dot)days(at)hotmail(dot)com!)
Those are the basics, but I'll finish up with some random stuff about me.


  • I've delivered newspapers and worked in a dry cleaners (both in high school), then I joined the Army and worked at a hotel's front desk. All very interesting ways to get to know people and get a kind of "Downton Abbey, below stairs" type of behind the scenes view on people's lives. I've got a million stories from those jobs. I've told a few before and, who knows, maybe I'll tell a few more in the future.


  • I've got a dangerous love for Talenti gelato. It's a problem. 


  • I take boardgames, trivia, charades, karaoke, and the like very seriously. Don't cheat, bring your A game, and prepare to be annihilated. 
So, yep. That's me. If you're an old reader (I love you!) or new (I love you, too!), grab something from the fridge (Let's see. I've got eggnog, beer, and Sierra Mist) get comfy (This is my imaginary bloody-land, so I'm going to say I've got beanbags, bearskin rugs, and waterbeds) and settle in. I'm back on the bloody-block and so happy you're here with me. :)

Friday, July 18, 2014

7 Quick Takes: The "This Is My First Time" Edition

So there's this fun little Friday thingie called 7 Quick Takes that I've loved reading other people's entries of forever. Well, today I'm jumping in feet first. Not sure if I'm doing it right, but I'll just cross my fingers and hope for the best.

1....2....3.... WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

My sweet little baby is two months old today. Somehow I'm OK with this. She is so perfect and squeezable and soft and smiley and sweet. She's also the first baby to sleep through the night since my firstborn, lo those many eleven years ago. The four in between my two sleepy bookends were all middle-of-the-night partiers. Oh, and just because I called her a bookend doesn't mean she'll always hold that title. You know how we Catholics are...

We went to an outdoor concert last night. Mr. Ordinary sat with the sweet baby an enjoyed the music and a beverage while I played soccer with the others. All the while hoping *fingers crossed* that my kids will grow up with memories of how awesome their mom was because she played soccer with them barefoot in the grass. I also attempted my annual cartwheel due-to-happy-wistful-mommy-endorphine-overload. My wrists do not thank me.

alleged suspect of Quick Take #7
My next album will be kicked off with the sure-to-be-a-smash-hit, entitled Are You Going To Poop Poop For Your Mama? sung to the tune of She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain When She Comes.  I'll leave the inspiration for that one to your imaginations.

Oh my gosh. I can't believe I haven't told you yet, but Mr. Ordinary was baptized at the Easter Vigil this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you may guess from the number of exclamation points, I'm just a teensy bit elated over this. Seriously, you guys. Dream! Come! True! I'll have to get him on here sometime to share his conversion story. I love a good conversion story. Don't you?

I took the baby and 4.5yo Sunshine to Old Navy this morning where we chatted with another nice little mama while we waited for them to open the doors. (Some people love to shut down the club, I love to open up the Old Navy. Woot woot!!) This nice little mama assumed these two were my only kids and gave me all the advice about age gaps and having a third and other things I already know because, well, I have a billion more kids but they just aren't with me at the moment but keep on talking, nice little mama. I won't rain on your advice giving parade.

I got this and this and a white flowy blouse that I can't find on their website. But trust me. It's super cute!

I have a bit of advice for you, if you don't mind. Don't agree to let your two year old ride his tricycle all the way to and from the park down the street because it will take for-ev-er and you will encourage him to speed up so you can actually make it back to your house this year
and not have to live out the rest of your lives right there on the street, and he may just then scream "I don't want to live on the street!" as you pass in front of your neighbor, Mr. Judgy-Eyes.

You're welcome.

Thursday, July 03, 2014

"Are You Going To Have More?"

I realize I'm all out of order here, with being about to write about my six week check-up before even writing the birth story and all, but bare with me. I'll get the birth story on here at some point. I promise!

Six weeks ago The Ordinary Family welcomed a squishy lump of joy in the form of a baby girl. (Yes! A girl! Sunshine now has a sister! Hooray!) She is wonderful, smells delicious, eats quite often and makes all of so so so so very very very very happy. 

Yep, that's right. We've now earned our sixth badge in the Crazy League of Parenthood Troop! Yeah us! Woot woot!

I had my six week check-up today and got to answer that always oh-so-exciting question. "So, what are you thinking about for birth control?" I used to sweat about this one, imagining they'd be thinking, "Oh, one of those crazy Catholics. Who does she think she is? A Duggar?"

But much like having a slew of strangers take a peek at your hoo-ha, after awhile you just get used to it.

"No birth control. Thanks."

And, thankfully, when this nurse said, "So, do you think you'll have more?" and I answered, "Who knows, maybe!" I was thrilled to hear her say, "Well that's exciting! If anyone can handle it, it's you!"

I've gotten the, "Are you going to have more?" question a few times and I always answer in one of two ways, depending on how genuinely interested the person asking seems to be:

Just making conversation, not too interested:  "Maybe, we'll see."

Genuinely interested: "Well, we're Catholic. We're doing ok financially and they make us pretty happy, so probably." (If I think they can handle it, I like to throw in a little, "We're so fertile!" in there, just for fun. ;) ) #ohnoshedidnt #ohyesIdid #Catholicismdrop

And one thing I ALWAYS do, smile! Yes, the more kids you have, the more your life changes. The more selfless you have to become. The more sleep you lose. The more workload you take on.

But also, the more joy you are filled with! Share it! Let people know that these babies are gifts and much more than diapers and night feedings and potty training and early Saturday morning soccer practices.

They. Are. Joy!

Monday, May 12, 2014

Slowing Down And Almost Stopping

It's been forever and yadda yadda yadda...

You've heard all that before. Let's just skip it, okay?

The thing is, I have things to say. Words overflowing from my brain with nowhere to go. So here they shall spill.

I'm due with Baby Number Six in just a few days. For some reason, there is more anxiety this time around than ever ever ever before. I don't know why. There just is.

My body said, "I give up!" about ten weeks ago. I've felt weak. I've felt worn out. I've felt impatient and I've just settled for all of that. I mean, I've tried to count it all joy and all that, but the truth is this time around, I've just needed to crawl in my cave and hibernate.

Being quiet feels good right now. Being home feels good right now. Being with my kids and my husband and just ticking away the days slowly and gently and with the least amount of plans possible feels really good right now.

I'm turning inward. I'm slowing down and almost stopping. I'm breathing and releasing and waiting.

And soon the little one will be here. And we can start things up again, start doing and going and planning and venturing again.

But until then? I'll be right here, letting God's plan unfold, completely out of my control, just the way He wants it to be.