How ‘Bout a Little Proof of Life?

Back in the dark ages of this blog I had a weekly series called “Proof of Life.”  It was a photography series that captured all those delightful, bizarre, and sometimes disturbing moments in motherhood.

For example:  finding a golf ball dipped in salsa on your kitchen counter.

Here’s the original thought behind the series:

“Proof of Life” is a photography series chronicling the little (& big) things that I see as a mom of young children that other people might not see every day.  They are usually funny, sometimes poignant.  They are scenes that, upon encountering them, I might freak out and pull my hair due to the inconvenience to my control of my little world.  But they are Proof of Life.  Proof that where there once were no children, there are now five healthy, strong, funny, sometimes exasperating but always lovable children.

The title is inspired by Caedmon’s Call’s song “Sacred,” in which is found the lyric:

this house is a good mess
it’s the proof of life
no way would I trade jobs
but it don’t pay overtime…
Could it be that everything is sacred?
 
I find that if I take the time to slow down and take a picture, I’m more likely to give thanks for the little scene and the person behind it.
So here is your inaugural Proof of Life picture.  I’ll keep the captions short…no story.  Just see it for what it is.
Golf ball dipped in salsa on kitchen counter

Seeing as technology and social media has progressed as it has, I have decided to revive this series as an instagram festival.  You are all invited to join me next Monday as we chuckle and give thanks for the weird, sometimes infuriating, sometimes delightful things that children do.  If you have kids in your life — at home or elsewhere — capture a picture, throw it on IG, and hashtag it #proofoflife.

If you don’t already follow me on Instagram, you can find me at @kellkelldotcom, or just click on my images in the sidebar.

In the meantime, would you be so kind as to grab the button below and IG it today? I’d be ever so grateful.

maddie with beads 3

Me and Dwight Schrute

(If you read my blog in a feedreader, you might want to click through today to see all the changes I’ve made! Keep your eyes open for more in the future, as well.)
“Why tip someone for a job I’m capable of doing myself? I can deliver food. I can drive a taxi. I can, and do, cut my own hair. I did however, tip my urologist, because I am unable to pulverize my own kidney stones.” 
– Dwight Schrute, The Office
If I were able to pulverize my own kidney stones, I would be doing just that right now instead of talking to you.
4 AM Saturday morning found me writhing in pain and it found David groggily wondering why his wife was suddenly hyperventilating in bed next to him. A visit to the ER confirmed that I was in the throes of my second experience with kidney stones. 
What have we learned from this experience?
  1. Emergency room doctors are really good about taking your word for it if you’ve had kidney stones before. Doing labor breathing and rocking back and forth in your chair goes a long way to convince them of your immediate need for morphine.
  2. Morphine makes all the terrible awful pain go away. But it makes me a little nauseous. But the pain was making me nauseous, too, so pass the morphine, please.
  3. Thanks to my friend who had extreme morning sickness this past year, I was quite familiar with the names of the anti-nausea drugs they gave me: Zofran and Phenergan. I felt so smart. Thanks, Becca!
Tomorrow I will tell you all about my first encounter with kidney stones and why stones always remind me of Ronald Reagan.

No Proof of Life Today

Sorry everyone, no photo today.  I should probably entitle this post “too much proof of  life today.”  I need to spend some time elsewhere.

Save your pictures for next week!

Hi!

Just popping in here to say hello! We are all mostly recovered. All that remains is a beastly cough for most of us. The kids all sound like smokers and we’ve been pushing the mucinex.

Never a dull moment…in about an hour we’ll be leaving for the airport to pick up my mom, who will be staying with us this week.

But I do want to get back to blogging more this week! I haven’t updated you on how the concert was….I plan to give you a rundown on “What To Expect When You Have the Swine Flu”…and I’ve been rolling around some plans for a couple series.

Post #1000

Yes, indeed. You read that right. I have now blathered on for exactly 1000 posts. Thank you, gentle reader, for your patience, kindness, encouragement, and humor.

In honor of my thousandth post, I would like to name today

Musings’ Official De-Lurking/Gratitude Day.

We can all use daily reminders of God’s gracious dealings with His children, and sometimes we need it more than ever. I’d like this post to be a place we can all return to and remind ourselves of how kind the Lord is, in big ways and small.

Regular commenters, please leave me a comment recounting the Lord’s faithfulness to you since February 11, 2006 (the day I started this blog). It should have nothing to do with me or my blog…just a way in which He’s blessed you in that time.

Lurkers, come out of hiding! Say hello and leave a grateful comment, as well.

I’m opening up the “anonymous” comment option again, in order to enable this. 🙂

But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by his grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life.

Titus 3:4-6