So, I made my first official venture from the house since becoming infected with the plague (AKA the flu).
I meet my dear cousin for a little lunch and officially went to a total of three stores before needing to go home for a nap. The plague is a real problem.
I had to schedule a little quality time with said cousin, because she's twenty-something, incredibly gorgeous, and a full-time student. Let's just say she's busy.
We had one of those race against time talks. I had to face the fact that I am rapidly approaching dried up geriatric status. There were some things we needed to discuss before she officially thought I was the crazy chicken lady (we'll get to that in a minute).
We had girl talk. Or mother-daughter talk. Or incredibly older sister to insanely younger sister that is not listening talk. However, you want to look at. I'm practicing for when Little gets older. I need all the help I can get.
You get the point.
Little's high of the weekend is we are the official owners of a rooster named Charlie Brown. Don't ask me. All I know is husband mentioned one day he wanted some laying hens. I think I pretended to sound interested and probably nodded. Next thing I know, Little proceeds to tell me she wants chickens and a chicken pen. Then she proceeds to tell me about her blueprints for the chicken pen.
And as I type this, I am realizing that I have been played. Husband should be given more credit. Incredibly intelligent, I think to get her on board the chicken train, huh? Well, wait until I get her on the minivan train. Just wait.
About Charlie Brown, he's incredibly handsome. I hate to admit it, but he really is a pretty rooster. I would take his picture, but his missing some tail feathers from an altercation at his previous address. I try to only take embarrassing pictures of children.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Iphone photo dump
Okay, just flatter me a bit.
Until last week, I still had the original Iphone. As in like the 3 or the 2 or the 1 or something. Can you believe I have been living in such conditions that I did not have a flash or zoom on my camera on my phone? I do not know how I have gotten by.
That also means that I have just introduced myself to Siri. And little did she know who she was messing with.
I had often wondered what part of Siri can turn an adult into a giggly pre-teen again, but I now know. Something about Siri instantaneously decreases your maturity. Siri may just be the fountain of youth.
So as Siri and I are chatting away, you know, I am testing out her potential. And she did it.
She said, "Molly."
As intelligent as she is, I did not think it would be too much to ask for her to spell my name the way I spell my name.
After the thousandth time of me trying to explain to a phone (fountain of youth) how to spell my name, I lose it. I say the ugliest word that a mother of a three-year old can say.
I called her, "Stupid."
And that just made me irate. I calmed down. We talked it out. And she changed her tune.
Let's move on. I am so over Siri.
So here are a few pictures and a great video of Blue that I wanted to share with you.
Please ignore the garage sale mess in the background. This is a dress-up day at school. She was suppose to dress like her favorite Disney character, but sometimes it's not worth the fight. Belle was too itchy. Little Mermaid was too hot. So she marched to the beat of her own drum and couldn't be happier about it, which means I was exhausted by 7:20 in the morning.
Did I mention that Blue is ticklish? Because he totally is.
Until last week, I still had the original Iphone. As in like the 3 or the 2 or the 1 or something. Can you believe I have been living in such conditions that I did not have a flash or zoom on my camera on my phone? I do not know how I have gotten by.
That also means that I have just introduced myself to Siri. And little did she know who she was messing with.
I had often wondered what part of Siri can turn an adult into a giggly pre-teen again, but I now know. Something about Siri instantaneously decreases your maturity. Siri may just be the fountain of youth.
So as Siri and I are chatting away, you know, I am testing out her potential. And she did it.
She said, "Molly."
As intelligent as she is, I did not think it would be too much to ask for her to spell my name the way I spell my name.
After the thousandth time of me trying to explain to a phone (fountain of youth) how to spell my name, I lose it. I say the ugliest word that a mother of a three-year old can say.
I called her, "Stupid."
And that just made me irate. I calmed down. We talked it out. And she changed her tune.
Let's move on. I am so over Siri.
So here are a few pictures and a great video of Blue that I wanted to share with you.
Please ignore the garage sale mess in the background. This is a dress-up day at school. She was suppose to dress like her favorite Disney character, but sometimes it's not worth the fight. Belle was too itchy. Little Mermaid was too hot. So she marched to the beat of her own drum and couldn't be happier about it, which means I was exhausted by 7:20 in the morning.
Did I mention that Blue is ticklish? Because he totally is.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Rally on one, Rally on flu, Rally on, Rally on You
Flu.
Do you know what the trouble with the flu is?
It's the flu.
That's right. Whether you chose to believe it or not, flu season is here.
I know it's early.
But apparently, I am the carrier monkey that has infected so many already. Really, I have no idea where I got it, but I have heard of several people that now have it. They more than likely have it because of contact with me.
You know what's worse than the flu? Giving people the flu. It will make you feel worse than you already do. And I didn't think it was possible.
Most of you moms can probably relate to the facts that are about to follow. Then you will have a better understanding of why I have infected so many with the flu virus.
Thursday night, as in last Thursday night, my throat began to hurt. I totally rocked the preschool on Friday, with a little sore throat. I came home Friday and forced Blue and Little into a nap, because it was truly all I could do to hold my eyes open.
I had a garage sale on Saturday, with a worse sore throat. At one point, I came inside to get a jacket because I was cold. Husband looked at me like I was ignorant.
(Now, he is ignorant, because I had the flu.)
Sunday, oh, the day of rest for the weary. Sunday was the day that I knew something was off. I began to have fever. The sore throat had progressed into one of those "I will never swallow anything ever again"sore throats. But I am a Sunday school teacher, and people depend on me.
So I strapped my sore throat into the passenger side and went to church twice on Sunday.
Monday, I went on to school despite the 100 degree temp, because my sore throat was a little better, but somehow I still felt bad.
And around 11:00, I tossed in the towel and called to make an appointment, because my head was hurting so insanely bad and all I wanted to do was sleep.
I came home and took a nap before my appointment, and I felt better. In fact, I almost felt well enough to cancel the appointment. Almost.
In his words, "It's probably not the flu, but I had a family come in this morning and test positive. In your line of work, we need to know if you have the flu, but you probably don't."
And in all the medical advancements, there is still just the one way to test for the flu. The swab to your frontal lobe of the brain. It is ridiculous.
And.......................drum roll please...............................I have the flu.
And so does Little. And poor Blue can't understand why the girls just look at him from a far.
Take this as your warning that it is time to go get your flu shot.
Do you know what the trouble with the flu is?
It's the flu.
That's right. Whether you chose to believe it or not, flu season is here.
I know it's early.
But apparently, I am the carrier monkey that has infected so many already. Really, I have no idea where I got it, but I have heard of several people that now have it. They more than likely have it because of contact with me.
You know what's worse than the flu? Giving people the flu. It will make you feel worse than you already do. And I didn't think it was possible.
Most of you moms can probably relate to the facts that are about to follow. Then you will have a better understanding of why I have infected so many with the flu virus.
Thursday night, as in last Thursday night, my throat began to hurt. I totally rocked the preschool on Friday, with a little sore throat. I came home Friday and forced Blue and Little into a nap, because it was truly all I could do to hold my eyes open.
I had a garage sale on Saturday, with a worse sore throat. At one point, I came inside to get a jacket because I was cold. Husband looked at me like I was ignorant.
(Now, he is ignorant, because I had the flu.)
Sunday, oh, the day of rest for the weary. Sunday was the day that I knew something was off. I began to have fever. The sore throat had progressed into one of those "I will never swallow anything ever again"sore throats. But I am a Sunday school teacher, and people depend on me.
So I strapped my sore throat into the passenger side and went to church twice on Sunday.
Monday, I went on to school despite the 100 degree temp, because my sore throat was a little better, but somehow I still felt bad.
And around 11:00, I tossed in the towel and called to make an appointment, because my head was hurting so insanely bad and all I wanted to do was sleep.
I came home and took a nap before my appointment, and I felt better. In fact, I almost felt well enough to cancel the appointment. Almost.
In his words, "It's probably not the flu, but I had a family come in this morning and test positive. In your line of work, we need to know if you have the flu, but you probably don't."
And in all the medical advancements, there is still just the one way to test for the flu. The swab to your frontal lobe of the brain. It is ridiculous.
And.......................drum roll please...............................I have the flu.
And so does Little. And poor Blue can't understand why the girls just look at him from a far.
Take this as your warning that it is time to go get your flu shot.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Do you ear me?
Ears.
7 ear infections in 9 short months equals surgery.
I know they are a dime a dozen. I think more children have surgery to have tubes now than not.
I will be a complete wreck. But Blue needs to have this procedure.
Please remember us Tuesday.
7 ear infections in 9 short months equals surgery.
I know they are a dime a dozen. I think more children have surgery to have tubes now than not.
I will be a complete wreck. But Blue needs to have this procedure.
Please remember us Tuesday.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
29:36
What does 29:36 have to do with you?
Absolutely nothing.
What does 29:36 have to do with me?
Absolutely everything.
You see, 29:36 is the time that I finished my very first 5K. That's right, I did it.
It could have been an emotional ending, but I fought back the tears. It truly is mind over matter. I wanted to quit during the last mile. I wanted to walk the last hill. I thought there is no way I would finish under thirty minutes, and I was beginning to think I wouldn't finish under thirty-five minutes.
And then, I rounded the curve. I saw the official race timer. I dug deep and kicked it into overdrive. And I finished under thirty, which was my initial goal.
It wasn't pretty, but it was months of hard work put to the test.
A few things I wanted to share:
The race proceeds went to the family of a nine month old little boy, who had bacterial meningitis. And when big brother thanked everyone, tears flowed. Sweet, little Drew has had many encouraging doctor visits in the three months since his illness, but the road is still long. Pray for Drew and his family.
There was a military man that completed the race with his 80 pound bag on his back. It was an extremely humbling thing to witness.
Also, a police officer completed the race in his vest and thirty pounds in it.
Which in the scheme of things makes what I did look like small potatoes.
But I'm proud.
Absolutely nothing.
What does 29:36 have to do with me?
Absolutely everything.
You see, 29:36 is the time that I finished my very first 5K. That's right, I did it.
It could have been an emotional ending, but I fought back the tears. It truly is mind over matter. I wanted to quit during the last mile. I wanted to walk the last hill. I thought there is no way I would finish under thirty minutes, and I was beginning to think I wouldn't finish under thirty-five minutes.
And then, I rounded the curve. I saw the official race timer. I dug deep and kicked it into overdrive. And I finished under thirty, which was my initial goal.
It wasn't pretty, but it was months of hard work put to the test.
A few things I wanted to share:
The race proceeds went to the family of a nine month old little boy, who had bacterial meningitis. And when big brother thanked everyone, tears flowed. Sweet, little Drew has had many encouraging doctor visits in the three months since his illness, but the road is still long. Pray for Drew and his family.
There was a military man that completed the race with his 80 pound bag on his back. It was an extremely humbling thing to witness.
Also, a police officer completed the race in his vest and thirty pounds in it.
Which in the scheme of things makes what I did look like small potatoes.
But I'm proud.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Grab a snack and get cozy
I have so much to tell you about.
A lot has happened in the last month and half since I blogged. I am totally ashamed. A month and a half. That's embarrassing.
But let me redeem myself. You are about to understand why.
Let's rewind. You remember, I put my notice and quit my j.o.b.? Well, we had been dealing with should we move or should we just stay put for about the last year.
How about on the day I put in my two week notice, an amazing couple came to look at our house. The whole time I was showing my home, I was thinking in the back of my mind, "There is no way I am selling my house. I just put in my two week notice." And so they left, fully admitting that they would be shopping around. I told them about places I knew for sale that may be worth them checking (I'm terrible at selling my house).
Then, they came back. This time they asked a few more questions.
And then, they came back again. This time bringing family.
You would have thought that I would have thought they are serious, but I'm just sitting around twiddling my thumbs.
Bam! They made an offer.
And panic and chaos, and the crazy OCD mom and wife went into overdrive. She works hard for the money.
And Bam! A couple from our church called and said they were about to put there house on the market. Location: where we wanted.
Acreage: what we wanted.
Bedroom/Bathroom ratio: what we wanted
Barn: check
Off the road: check
Fence: check
So we rushed out to check it out, and they took the sign out of the yard and said "We will wait on you."
And I'm thinking, "This is NUTS."
And it has been nuts. It's been affirmation that God had his hand on our situation the entire time.
It was God's way of saying, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."
He knew it was exactly what I needed, and He would know. He designed me.
Bam! Bam! I got a perfect job at a preschool where I only work part time. I passed the Praxis I and II, and this spring, I plan on pursuing an alternate route to education.
Can you say roller coaster? Physical and emotional roller coaster.
So, I sit here typing you from our new home. I plan on posting pictures soon.
A lot has happened in the last month and half since I blogged. I am totally ashamed. A month and a half. That's embarrassing.
But let me redeem myself. You are about to understand why.
Let's rewind. You remember, I put my notice and quit my j.o.b.? Well, we had been dealing with should we move or should we just stay put for about the last year.
How about on the day I put in my two week notice, an amazing couple came to look at our house. The whole time I was showing my home, I was thinking in the back of my mind, "There is no way I am selling my house. I just put in my two week notice." And so they left, fully admitting that they would be shopping around. I told them about places I knew for sale that may be worth them checking (I'm terrible at selling my house).
Then, they came back. This time they asked a few more questions.
And then, they came back again. This time bringing family.
You would have thought that I would have thought they are serious, but I'm just sitting around twiddling my thumbs.
Bam! They made an offer.
And panic and chaos, and the crazy OCD mom and wife went into overdrive. She works hard for the money.
And Bam! A couple from our church called and said they were about to put there house on the market. Location: where we wanted.
Acreage: what we wanted.
Bedroom/Bathroom ratio: what we wanted
Barn: check
Off the road: check
Fence: check
So we rushed out to check it out, and they took the sign out of the yard and said "We will wait on you."
And I'm thinking, "This is NUTS."
And it has been nuts. It's been affirmation that God had his hand on our situation the entire time.
It was God's way of saying, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."
He knew it was exactly what I needed, and He would know. He designed me.
Bam! Bam! I got a perfect job at a preschool where I only work part time. I passed the Praxis I and II, and this spring, I plan on pursuing an alternate route to education.
Can you say roller coaster? Physical and emotional roller coaster.
So, I sit here typing you from our new home. I plan on posting pictures soon.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Have we met?
I don't even know myself anymore.
I think I used to have an identity. I'm only kidding I still have an identity.
I'm Little and Blue's mom.
I'm Husband's wife.
I'm the crazy music lady at VBS.
I'm the mom of that little girl who has the summer cast.
I mean, what summer is truly complete without a cast?
At least it's pink.
Oh, I hope you don't think it's devastating to Little. The next morning, she hugs her cast and goes on and on about how much she loves it.
Now, I love accessories. I love bracelets. And shoes. But a cast? Um, not so much.
The word "love" may be slightly overused. However, I stand by the fact that I love bracelets and shoes. I truly love them.
I'm beginning to love jeans. Now that I'm down a (you're going to need to sit down, I'll wait) whopping 35 pounds.
That running I've been doing is seriously paying off. Oh, don't give me too much credit. I still haven't ran that 5K. But I will. I may run it in my jeans, because I'm almost loving them that much.
If I had the energy, I would post before and after pictures, but it's late, VBS graduation was tonight, and it's all I can do to breath and type. Literally. I'm having to alternate breathing and typing. I'm that tired.
I'm about 8 pounds away from my goal, I think. I say I think, because it's not so much about the number. I think that comes with age. Before, it was always about the number.
The problem is I'm having to slowly revamp my closet, because those things that didn't fit six months ago, definitely don't fit now. But it's from one extreme to another.
I've been trying to run in the elements a little more. Heat and humidity are not my friends. Especially when I run outside. Especially with these bangs. Summer bangs are rarely a good idea. Note to self.
So I've been working a back-breaking one day a week. I'm selling clothes, shoes, and jewelry at a local specialty store. And I love it. I've always loved retail. Both as a consumer and distributor. Makes my heart skip a beat. My closet has never looked so good.
So, if you see me, it's really me. Just a much healthier version of myself.
I think I used to have an identity. I'm only kidding I still have an identity.
I'm Little and Blue's mom.
I'm Husband's wife.
I'm the crazy music lady at VBS.
I'm the mom of that little girl who has the summer cast.
I mean, what summer is truly complete without a cast?
At least it's pink.
Oh, I hope you don't think it's devastating to Little. The next morning, she hugs her cast and goes on and on about how much she loves it.
Now, I love accessories. I love bracelets. And shoes. But a cast? Um, not so much.
The word "love" may be slightly overused. However, I stand by the fact that I love bracelets and shoes. I truly love them.
I'm beginning to love jeans. Now that I'm down a (you're going to need to sit down, I'll wait) whopping 35 pounds.
That running I've been doing is seriously paying off. Oh, don't give me too much credit. I still haven't ran that 5K. But I will. I may run it in my jeans, because I'm almost loving them that much.
If I had the energy, I would post before and after pictures, but it's late, VBS graduation was tonight, and it's all I can do to breath and type. Literally. I'm having to alternate breathing and typing. I'm that tired.
I'm about 8 pounds away from my goal, I think. I say I think, because it's not so much about the number. I think that comes with age. Before, it was always about the number.
The problem is I'm having to slowly revamp my closet, because those things that didn't fit six months ago, definitely don't fit now. But it's from one extreme to another.
I've been trying to run in the elements a little more. Heat and humidity are not my friends. Especially when I run outside. Especially with these bangs. Summer bangs are rarely a good idea. Note to self.
So I've been working a back-breaking one day a week. I'm selling clothes, shoes, and jewelry at a local specialty store. And I love it. I've always loved retail. Both as a consumer and distributor. Makes my heart skip a beat. My closet has never looked so good.
So, if you see me, it's really me. Just a much healthier version of myself.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Annual blog post
I am so incredibly busy these days that I am just going to schedule my next post around next summer sometime. Trying to post, like ever, is just not working out. For you or for me. Pathetic, I know.
And because the only time I have to myself is from midnight to about 2 AM, I have to sleep sometime. Tonight I'll blog instead of sleep. I will say that it's really not time to myself, because Husband is heavily, heavily breathing next to me. The only reason that I allow him to heavily, heavily breathe next to me is, unless I'm creating life through pregnancy, I'm freezing most of the time. And therefore, the heater with complimentary noise machine is much appreciated, at least some time.
Other times, he gets the elbow to the ribs, the shaken husband syndrome, or the "Roll over" yell.
So what has been happening?
For lack of effort on my part, I'm just going to outline it for you:
1. Routine check up for Blue incidentally found ear infection.
2. How am I suppose to know that the baby that is routinely fussy and rarely takes a good bottle is suppose to have an ear infection?
What's that you say? Oh, ear tugging. Not this little one. Not only does he tug and pull on his ears when sleepy, he also scratches his forehead, runs his fingers through his hair, and hums loudly. So it may just be that I will know he has an ear infection when he can verbally communicate it as plainly as "I have an ear infection."
3. I haven't gotten on the treadmill all week, and I feel like a bad person. Well that, and the sweet love who has a mommy that can't tell he has an ear infection. That also makes me feel like a bad person.
4. Little is getting more and more witty every day. She is truly hilarious.
The spaghettoes are really terrible this year. You should use bug spray, because it will kill the bugs (points to ground, as in their final resting place), and they will fly away (flaps her arms) like bees. Bees make honey, and I like honey (licks her lips).
We just went from mosquito talk to honey in seven seconds.
4. We are in the process of a lot of changes, but I will have to disclose all of that a little later. The 2 AM shift will be here soon.
And because the only time I have to myself is from midnight to about 2 AM, I have to sleep sometime. Tonight I'll blog instead of sleep. I will say that it's really not time to myself, because Husband is heavily, heavily breathing next to me. The only reason that I allow him to heavily, heavily breathe next to me is, unless I'm creating life through pregnancy, I'm freezing most of the time. And therefore, the heater with complimentary noise machine is much appreciated, at least some time.
Other times, he gets the elbow to the ribs, the shaken husband syndrome, or the "Roll over" yell.
So what has been happening?
For lack of effort on my part, I'm just going to outline it for you:
1. Routine check up for Blue incidentally found ear infection.
2. How am I suppose to know that the baby that is routinely fussy and rarely takes a good bottle is suppose to have an ear infection?
What's that you say? Oh, ear tugging. Not this little one. Not only does he tug and pull on his ears when sleepy, he also scratches his forehead, runs his fingers through his hair, and hums loudly. So it may just be that I will know he has an ear infection when he can verbally communicate it as plainly as "I have an ear infection."
3. I haven't gotten on the treadmill all week, and I feel like a bad person. Well that, and the sweet love who has a mommy that can't tell he has an ear infection. That also makes me feel like a bad person.
4. Little is getting more and more witty every day. She is truly hilarious.
The spaghettoes are really terrible this year. You should use bug spray, because it will kill the bugs (points to ground, as in their final resting place), and they will fly away (flaps her arms) like bees. Bees make honey, and I like honey (licks her lips).
We just went from mosquito talk to honey in seven seconds.
4. We are in the process of a lot of changes, but I will have to disclose all of that a little later. The 2 AM shift will be here soon.
Monday, May 14, 2012
I can explain
Yesterday, we all slept to the point that we were rushing around trying to get ready for church. At some point, I forgot to rinse the conditioner out of Little's hair, which resulted in a very sleek looking hairdo.
The good news is that I'm the Sunday School teacher, so the lesson cannot technically begin until I get there, which is a good thing considering it was ten after when we pulled into the parking lot.
Our wonderful pastor had someone who worked with the children to ask them why their mommies are so special.
"(Little) says her mommy is special because...."
I let her cook with me.
I read to her every night.
I kiss her bo-bos.
I tickle her back, like a million times a day.
No. None of these.
The good news is that I'm the Sunday School teacher, so the lesson cannot technically begin until I get there, which is a good thing considering it was ten after when we pulled into the parking lot.
Our wonderful pastor had someone who worked with the children to ask them why their mommies are so special.
"(Little) says her mommy is special because...."
I let her cook with me.
I read to her every night.
I kiss her bo-bos.
I tickle her back, like a million times a day.
No. None of these.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
I am alive
I have totally, without any shred of dignity, neglected the blog. I so did not want to be that person, but I am.
So let me think what's been going on.... Ballet, tee ball, housework, church, tee ball, housework, rinse, and repeat.
I honestly do not know how I ever had time to work. Our life is far busier than it ever was when I worked.
And I have some really lazy rascals around here. I start out every morning with big plans.
(Today, we are going to the cleaners and to run by the grocery store.)
(Today, we are going to go by the bank.)
(Today, we are going to get some lunch and to get gas.)
The most amazing thing happens. There is no explanation, but I cannot get out of the door. I start making an effort to get showered, dressed, and the barn painted (that would be make-up) around 8. The next thing I know it's lunch, and Little is not even entertaining the idea of going anywhere. Then, its time to get supper started, and I tell myself that we'll get it all done tomorrow.
And tomorrow is the same exact thing. It's like that movie "Groundhog Day," where Bill Murray keeps reliving the same day over and over.
I am uploading a mass amount of pictures from my high-resolution phone camera album. I honestly do not know where they will post. The beginning of the post? The end? Or some random place? Wherever they are, I hope you enjoy. Little and Blue are growing so fast!
So let me think what's been going on.... Ballet, tee ball, housework, church, tee ball, housework, rinse, and repeat.
I honestly do not know how I ever had time to work. Our life is far busier than it ever was when I worked.
And I have some really lazy rascals around here. I start out every morning with big plans.
(Today, we are going to the cleaners and to run by the grocery store.)
(Today, we are going to go by the bank.)
(Today, we are going to get some lunch and to get gas.)
The most amazing thing happens. There is no explanation, but I cannot get out of the door. I start making an effort to get showered, dressed, and the barn painted (that would be make-up) around 8. The next thing I know it's lunch, and Little is not even entertaining the idea of going anywhere. Then, its time to get supper started, and I tell myself that we'll get it all done tomorrow.
And tomorrow is the same exact thing. It's like that movie "Groundhog Day," where Bill Murray keeps reliving the same day over and over.
I am uploading a mass amount of pictures from my high-resolution phone camera album. I honestly do not know where they will post. The beginning of the post? The end? Or some random place? Wherever they are, I hope you enjoy. Little and Blue are growing so fast!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Just what I needed
Someone that is important to me sent me this e-mail. It's not one of those chain letters.
(I really hate those things.)
(Send this to ten people and the one that sent it to you in ten seconds and in ten days you will receive ten thousand dollars in multiples of ten.)
(And I know that sounds ridiculous, but there are people that actually send that mess.)
(No. They are not giving a penny per forwarded e-mail to some needy child to pay for a transplant. No. Your luck isn't going to change. No. They are not giving a way free IPads to those that send the e-mail to everyone in their address books.)
(In fact, if I see "FW:" in the subject line, that's an automatic DELETE for me.)
Let's just refocus.
Breathe.
Calm down.
Ok, I'm back. I managed to get a little sidetracked. I started to stand on my soap box, but I've about worn that thing out.
So the e-mail is just one of those things that shows up at the right time from the right person.
I value the person's opinion a lot, and the fact that there has been silence on the topic of career moves in the past few weeks had me a little concerned that I may have disappointed the person.
As Little Foot would say, "I'm so appointed."
She said that tonight when she couldn't find her beloved (spare, mind you,) lovey lamb that has been with her since birth.
Apparently, the one just wouldn't do. But then she saw her curly dog from BAB, and she somehow found the will to carry on.
(I have no idea where all the dramatic tendencies come from.)
(It must be one of those recessive genes.)
Just so happened that Sunday's sermon was based on fruits of the spirit.
Ironic? I think not.
(I really hate those things.)
(Send this to ten people and the one that sent it to you in ten seconds and in ten days you will receive ten thousand dollars in multiples of ten.)
(And I know that sounds ridiculous, but there are people that actually send that mess.)
(No. They are not giving a penny per forwarded e-mail to some needy child to pay for a transplant. No. Your luck isn't going to change. No. They are not giving a way free IPads to those that send the e-mail to everyone in their address books.)
(In fact, if I see "FW:" in the subject line, that's an automatic DELETE for me.)
Let's just refocus.
Breathe.
Calm down.
Ok, I'm back. I managed to get a little sidetracked. I started to stand on my soap box, but I've about worn that thing out.
So the e-mail is just one of those things that shows up at the right time from the right person.
I value the person's opinion a lot, and the fact that there has been silence on the topic of career moves in the past few weeks had me a little concerned that I may have disappointed the person.
As Little Foot would say, "I'm so appointed."
She said that tonight when she couldn't find her beloved (spare, mind you,) lovey lamb that has been with her since birth.
Apparently, the one just wouldn't do. But then she saw her curly dog from BAB, and she somehow found the will to carry on.
(I have no idea where all the dramatic tendencies come from.)
(It must be one of those recessive genes.)
Just so happened that Sunday's sermon was based on fruits of the spirit.
Ironic? I think not.
Monday, April 16, 2012
He makes all things new
All the tragedies. All the hurt. All the loss.
To be honest, I can't even look at national news websites anymore. Vile acts against children. Heinous crimes against women. Inhumane offenses against humans.
However, it gives me more to pray about. For those involved. For the world we live in. For my children and what their world will be like.
In the last 24 hours or so, our community has lost friends, classmates, children.
My heart breaks for the families that will have to bury their babies. For the Senior class that will graduate next month with an empty chair. For every parent that takes for granted that previous blessing that can be gone in an instant.
For we know our time here is just a blink, and as my favorite verse of "Amazing Grace" boasts that ten thousands years in heaven, with Jesus, is no less time from our first day.
Revive our community, O Lord. Revive us.
To be honest, I can't even look at national news websites anymore. Vile acts against children. Heinous crimes against women. Inhumane offenses against humans.
However, it gives me more to pray about. For those involved. For the world we live in. For my children and what their world will be like.
In the last 24 hours or so, our community has lost friends, classmates, children.
My heart breaks for the families that will have to bury their babies. For the Senior class that will graduate next month with an empty chair. For every parent that takes for granted that previous blessing that can be gone in an instant.
For we know our time here is just a blink, and as my favorite verse of "Amazing Grace" boasts that ten thousands years in heaven, with Jesus, is no less time from our first day.
Revive our community, O Lord. Revive us.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Who decided on these hours?
Well, Friday was my first day of being a stay at home mom.
I just want to know who said I was available for work at 6 AM?
Blue gladly awoke, followed by not-so-gladly Little. A little bit of TV perked her right up. Blue slept on and off all day, and I mean more on than off. I had such big plans for Friday, but Blue protested that he would just like to sleep.
So, I obeyed my employers and straightened and cleaned all day. My house is so thankful.
And for the first time ever, I got to go to Little's tee ball practice. Little did not disappoint.
The food poisoning that Husband and I acquired also did not disappoint. I was awakened by Husband at 4 AM Saturday. I knew he was sicker than I had ever seen him. He then announced how he was feeing better and going turkey hunting.
I think I said something along the lines of, "No you're not. You're sick."
And he responded something akin to, "Are you telling me I can't go hunting?"
I realized that he really thought he felt well enough to go hunting. So I told him he could do what he wanted, as I stared at him with my "I'm looking at the most (insert term here) person I've ever seen" look.
And I believe that it was sometime after dressing but just prior to him cranking the truck, that he came running back in.
I didn't really feel it was appropriate for me to yell through the door "I told you so," until after the emesis had finished.
And then, I became sick, and it really wasn't fun anymore.
We couldn't even tend to ourselves, much more the precious Blue and Little. So we had to call in reinforcements.
I came out of a phenergan- induced coma sometime around 6 PM.
Somehow, I managed to make it to church today, but I am still a little weak.
That's going to have to be it for now. I'm being summoned by Little. She's having a bit of a Peppa Pig crisis.
I just want to know who said I was available for work at 6 AM?
Blue gladly awoke, followed by not-so-gladly Little. A little bit of TV perked her right up. Blue slept on and off all day, and I mean more on than off. I had such big plans for Friday, but Blue protested that he would just like to sleep.
So, I obeyed my employers and straightened and cleaned all day. My house is so thankful.
And for the first time ever, I got to go to Little's tee ball practice. Little did not disappoint.
The food poisoning that Husband and I acquired also did not disappoint. I was awakened by Husband at 4 AM Saturday. I knew he was sicker than I had ever seen him. He then announced how he was feeing better and going turkey hunting.
I think I said something along the lines of, "No you're not. You're sick."
And he responded something akin to, "Are you telling me I can't go hunting?"
I realized that he really thought he felt well enough to go hunting. So I told him he could do what he wanted, as I stared at him with my "I'm looking at the most (insert term here) person I've ever seen" look.
And I believe that it was sometime after dressing but just prior to him cranking the truck, that he came running back in.
I didn't really feel it was appropriate for me to yell through the door "I told you so," until after the emesis had finished.
And then, I became sick, and it really wasn't fun anymore.
We couldn't even tend to ourselves, much more the precious Blue and Little. So we had to call in reinforcements.
I came out of a phenergan- induced coma sometime around 6 PM.
Somehow, I managed to make it to church today, but I am still a little weak.
That's going to have to be it for now. I'm being summoned by Little. She's having a bit of a Peppa Pig crisis.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Last day
Well, here we are. The last day of work. The last day of commuting 75 miles one way. The last day of being the nutzo mom that forgot to send something to the sitter. The last day of measuring in minutes during the week how much time I get to see my kids. The last day of putting my work before my family.
There. I said it. I feel better.
Because, unfortunately, it is the truth.
I'm really good at what I do, and believe me, I'm not good at much. And I'm not bragging or boasting. I'm just simply telling you that I do my work well. One of the forefront reasons that I have been good at my career is because I care.
I've been employed in this profession for nearly nine years, not including the two years of school that was about 80% clinical. I'm telling you that I have seen a lot in these eleven years. I've held a lot of hands, wiped a lot of tears, and done some things that most would not do. And I know that because I was told that.
In the span of this career, I've seen both ends of the spectrum. I've seen the best and the worst in humanity.
I assure you there is little I haven't seen.
I've given myself unselfishly for the institution, the career, and the cause.
And starting tomorrow, I do that for my family.
I had to leave Little sick, crying, or upset for someone else to hold her hand, wipe her tears, make her feel better. And what would I do? Go to work to hold someone's hand, wipe someone's tears, make someone else feel better.
Sure. Little's needs were met, as have Blue's been. But they weren't met by me.
Husband has had to be both parents since I returned from maternity leave. He cooks, bathes, disciplines, gets them from here to there, runs to the grocery store, etc. All so I could work. Work where I wanted to work.
Last week, I asked Little what she wanted to be when she grew up.
Her response,
"A mommy like you."
Last day of a working mom. Of an absent mom.
There. I said it. I feel better.
Because, unfortunately, it is the truth.
I'm really good at what I do, and believe me, I'm not good at much. And I'm not bragging or boasting. I'm just simply telling you that I do my work well. One of the forefront reasons that I have been good at my career is because I care.
I've been employed in this profession for nearly nine years, not including the two years of school that was about 80% clinical. I'm telling you that I have seen a lot in these eleven years. I've held a lot of hands, wiped a lot of tears, and done some things that most would not do. And I know that because I was told that.
In the span of this career, I've seen both ends of the spectrum. I've seen the best and the worst in humanity.
I assure you there is little I haven't seen.
I've given myself unselfishly for the institution, the career, and the cause.
And starting tomorrow, I do that for my family.
I had to leave Little sick, crying, or upset for someone else to hold her hand, wipe her tears, make her feel better. And what would I do? Go to work to hold someone's hand, wipe someone's tears, make someone else feel better.
Sure. Little's needs were met, as have Blue's been. But they weren't met by me.
Husband has had to be both parents since I returned from maternity leave. He cooks, bathes, disciplines, gets them from here to there, runs to the grocery store, etc. All so I could work. Work where I wanted to work.
Last week, I asked Little what she wanted to be when she grew up.
Her response,
"A mommy like you."
Last day of a working mom. Of an absent mom.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
I wouldn't read this if I were you
I have absolutely nothing to blog about that would be of any use to you. But for those of you who are blogstalkers of many, like myself, I become deeply disappointed when I hop over to my favorite blogs only to find there is no post.
I like redundancy. I like monotony. Call me old fashioned.
The truth is I am preparing for a humongous post for tomorrow, so check back. All my brain cells are exhausted from the pre-blog post workout. In fact, I'm not even feeling like paragraphs today. So here is the most unimportant things I can tell you right now:
1. In an effort to reach my goal of finishing a 5K this spring/summer, I have reached my goal before the 5K goal of running a ten-minute mile. Due to that fact, I have purchased some runner's apparel, because we all know that the number one rule in life is to dress the part. Not to mention, if I pass out, trip and fall, or begin hurling my insides in front of everyone, I at least want to look good.
2. The garden is planted. This is an invite to every squirrel, rabbit, and deer within the county. And yes, the turtle that took 1 bite out of every low lying tomato, you are invited, too. I just didn't want any of you to be the last to know. But I'm drawing the line at snakes. All snakes, you are not invited.
3. Blue absolutely hates all kinds of food that one should eat with a spoon.
Cereal? He'd rather not. Carrots? He'll pass. Sweet potatoes? He's not interested. Squash? He suddenly can't open his mouth. Green beans? He's gagging. Pears? He'll try, but... Apples? Not really. Bananas? This has to be some type of abuse. Peaches? Just give him the bottle.
I've tried mixing the food in with the cereal. I'm not fooling him.
4. Husband is doing a fabulous job as Little's assistant coach in t-ball. Because of my work schedule, I have been unable to make it to a practice. In talks with the coach, who just happens to be my cousin, she says things like:
"She is in la-la-land 24/7. Isn't she?"
"I'll tell her to get her glove, and she tells me, "No, I'm not ready yet."
Husband informed me that at her last practice, when it was her turn to bat, she hollered out to all the players on the field, "You guys ready?"
I'm sure the Olympic softball team will be beating down our door soon.
I like redundancy. I like monotony. Call me old fashioned.
The truth is I am preparing for a humongous post for tomorrow, so check back. All my brain cells are exhausted from the pre-blog post workout. In fact, I'm not even feeling like paragraphs today. So here is the most unimportant things I can tell you right now:
1. In an effort to reach my goal of finishing a 5K this spring/summer, I have reached my goal before the 5K goal of running a ten-minute mile. Due to that fact, I have purchased some runner's apparel, because we all know that the number one rule in life is to dress the part. Not to mention, if I pass out, trip and fall, or begin hurling my insides in front of everyone, I at least want to look good.
2. The garden is planted. This is an invite to every squirrel, rabbit, and deer within the county. And yes, the turtle that took 1 bite out of every low lying tomato, you are invited, too. I just didn't want any of you to be the last to know. But I'm drawing the line at snakes. All snakes, you are not invited.
3. Blue absolutely hates all kinds of food that one should eat with a spoon.
Cereal? He'd rather not. Carrots? He'll pass. Sweet potatoes? He's not interested. Squash? He suddenly can't open his mouth. Green beans? He's gagging. Pears? He'll try, but... Apples? Not really. Bananas? This has to be some type of abuse. Peaches? Just give him the bottle.
I've tried mixing the food in with the cereal. I'm not fooling him.
4. Husband is doing a fabulous job as Little's assistant coach in t-ball. Because of my work schedule, I have been unable to make it to a practice. In talks with the coach, who just happens to be my cousin, she says things like:
"She is in la-la-land 24/7. Isn't she?"
"I'll tell her to get her glove, and she tells me, "No, I'm not ready yet."
Husband informed me that at her last practice, when it was her turn to bat, she hollered out to all the players on the field, "You guys ready?"
I'm sure the Olympic softball team will be beating down our door soon.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
We are on the mend
Well, it appears as quickly as the stomach virus entered our home, so shall it leave.
Little was fairly puny yesterday, but she began to perk up last night about 7 PM. Tinkerbell is truly the best medicine. I've always said that.
Little was fairly puny yesterday, but she began to perk up last night about 7 PM. Tinkerbell is truly the best medicine. I've always said that.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Because what is Easter without a stomach bug?
Busy, busy weekend.
Friday night after I got home from work, the fam, minus Blue, dyed Easter eggs. Fortunately, Blue had a decent nap and waited for me to arrive before loudly protesting that it was time for bed.
So we got really artsy and made some two-toned eggs. That's a mighty improvement from last year. And because I knew the weekend was going to be jammed packed, I knew I had to go get groceries if we wanted to eat at some point.
Price matched some produce and frozen goods and used twenty-nine dollars worth of coupons. You heard me correctly. $29 in coupons, because that is how we do things around my house. That's like a half tank of gas. Isn't that a shame? Half tank.
Saturday, it was an early rise and shine kind of morning. Little and I made resurrection rolls, but this year was different. She was able to follow the events. And the marshmallow was gone.
Then, we hurried to make it to the church egg hunt and picnic, which was a blast for Little until the Easter Bunny showed up. She waved at him, but that was it.
And then, she cried when she got in the car, because she didn't have her picture made with him. I guess she forgot about the ten minutes we spent trying to convince her to take a picture with Blue and the Easter Bunny.
Husband was so perplexed by the situation he finally said to me, "It must be awful being one of y'all." I think he was referring to us being female, which is why the Easter Bunny did not leave him anything.
Big Daddy and Baboo came over to give Little and Blue their happies and visited for a while.
And then Little decided that it was time to go play golf. So we headed out to the golf course. Husband played while Little and I drove the golf cart. Her favorite game is Leave Him. We wait until Husband gets close enough to the cart to put his club in the bag, I look at Little, and she whispers, "Leave him." We are both really mature for our ages.
After an exhausting round of golf, we headed over to Nona's for supper, and Little decided that she was going to stay with Nona.
The only time she has spent the night away from us was when Blue was born.
I just knew that she wouldn't let us walk out the door without changing her mind, but she did. And then I just knew that she wouldn't last until we got home, but she did. But I knew there was no way that she was going to sleep without wanting me to read her story or Husband to say prayers with her, but she went to sleep. And then I knew that she would not last all night, but she did.
And Husband was up and out the door to get her by 6AM. I'm sure he will tell you that he just wanted to get her home early, so she could enjoy her Easter basket before church. And we will all nod agreeably out of courtesy.
She had completely forgotten that the Easter bunny was suppose to come. She walked in and told Blue that she missed him while giving him a kiss, ignored me, and opened the refrigerator. I told her that I missed her, and as I was about to point her in the direction of the baskets, she informed me that, "I just don't want to talk."
Y'all it's hard being three.
But she perked up when she saw her basket of fun snacks, books, and stuff. And Blue got baby food, formula, and Orajel. I'll say that bunny gets smarter every year, because Blue cut his first two teeth on Easter Sunday.
And after church and a short visit with Husband's grandparents, we all went into a coma for several hours before planting the garden.
And Little woke up this morning with the stomach virus. Because what holiday is complete without a little sickness? So we sent the kids to opposite caretakers this morning.
Friday night after I got home from work, the fam, minus Blue, dyed Easter eggs. Fortunately, Blue had a decent nap and waited for me to arrive before loudly protesting that it was time for bed.
So we got really artsy and made some two-toned eggs. That's a mighty improvement from last year. And because I knew the weekend was going to be jammed packed, I knew I had to go get groceries if we wanted to eat at some point.
Price matched some produce and frozen goods and used twenty-nine dollars worth of coupons. You heard me correctly. $29 in coupons, because that is how we do things around my house. That's like a half tank of gas. Isn't that a shame? Half tank.
Saturday, it was an early rise and shine kind of morning. Little and I made resurrection rolls, but this year was different. She was able to follow the events. And the marshmallow was gone.
Then, we hurried to make it to the church egg hunt and picnic, which was a blast for Little until the Easter Bunny showed up. She waved at him, but that was it.
And then, she cried when she got in the car, because she didn't have her picture made with him. I guess she forgot about the ten minutes we spent trying to convince her to take a picture with Blue and the Easter Bunny.
Husband was so perplexed by the situation he finally said to me, "It must be awful being one of y'all." I think he was referring to us being female, which is why the Easter Bunny did not leave him anything.
Big Daddy and Baboo came over to give Little and Blue their happies and visited for a while.
And then Little decided that it was time to go play golf. So we headed out to the golf course. Husband played while Little and I drove the golf cart. Her favorite game is Leave Him. We wait until Husband gets close enough to the cart to put his club in the bag, I look at Little, and she whispers, "Leave him." We are both really mature for our ages.
After an exhausting round of golf, we headed over to Nona's for supper, and Little decided that she was going to stay with Nona.
The only time she has spent the night away from us was when Blue was born.
I just knew that she wouldn't let us walk out the door without changing her mind, but she did. And then I just knew that she wouldn't last until we got home, but she did. But I knew there was no way that she was going to sleep without wanting me to read her story or Husband to say prayers with her, but she went to sleep. And then I knew that she would not last all night, but she did.
And Husband was up and out the door to get her by 6AM. I'm sure he will tell you that he just wanted to get her home early, so she could enjoy her Easter basket before church. And we will all nod agreeably out of courtesy.
She had completely forgotten that the Easter bunny was suppose to come. She walked in and told Blue that she missed him while giving him a kiss, ignored me, and opened the refrigerator. I told her that I missed her, and as I was about to point her in the direction of the baskets, she informed me that, "I just don't want to talk."
Y'all it's hard being three.
But she perked up when she saw her basket of fun snacks, books, and stuff. And Blue got baby food, formula, and Orajel. I'll say that bunny gets smarter every year, because Blue cut his first two teeth on Easter Sunday.
And after church and a short visit with Husband's grandparents, we all went into a coma for several hours before planting the garden.
And Little woke up this morning with the stomach virus. Because what holiday is complete without a little sickness? So we sent the kids to opposite caretakers this morning.
Friday, April 6, 2012
What is your cross?
Good Friday.
Easter is most definitely my favorite holiday. If your heart is found via your stomach, the Easter candy may just be your reason to love this holiday. I happen to have a love affair with all things Cadbury. They can do no wrong.
A few years ago, I read a life-changing book by Max Lucado. Six Hours One Friday. Catchy title, catching book. In a nutshell, Lucado discusses every aspect of the crucifixion. At least for me, the book created a never-satisfying hunger for Christ, for the events that occurred were for His never-satisfied hunger for us.
(Think the parable of the sheep. Ninety-nine just wasn't enough. Certainly not, when there was one more.)
He carried the cross. He carried the sin. Oh, not His sin. Our sin. He carried it as the cross to the cross. Ironic?
So what cross are you carrying? Will you join me there at the cross? Will you lay it down? It's not yours to carry. He already carried it. That sin. That burden. That heartache.
Good Friday. It sure can be.
Let it go.
Good Friday.
Lay it down.
Good Friday.
It sure is.
Easter is most definitely my favorite holiday. If your heart is found via your stomach, the Easter candy may just be your reason to love this holiday. I happen to have a love affair with all things Cadbury. They can do no wrong.
A few years ago, I read a life-changing book by Max Lucado. Six Hours One Friday. Catchy title, catching book. In a nutshell, Lucado discusses every aspect of the crucifixion. At least for me, the book created a never-satisfying hunger for Christ, for the events that occurred were for His never-satisfied hunger for us.
(Think the parable of the sheep. Ninety-nine just wasn't enough. Certainly not, when there was one more.)
He carried the cross. He carried the sin. Oh, not His sin. Our sin. He carried it as the cross to the cross. Ironic?
So what cross are you carrying? Will you join me there at the cross? Will you lay it down? It's not yours to carry. He already carried it. That sin. That burden. That heartache.
Good Friday. It sure can be.
Let it go.
Good Friday.
Lay it down.
Good Friday.
It sure is.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Prayer warrior
This morning on my way to work, I drove through the worst weather possible. I even believe that just because I didn't see a funnel cloud doesn't mean it wasn't there.
There were several times that it was all I could do to hold my car on the road. The wind was overwhelming, and the rain was torrential.
When the hail began banging against my car, I pulled off the interstate and joined the masses parked under an overpass.
I was on the phone with Husband, who was taking cover in a bathroom at work. I was having a hard time catching my breath. My heart seemed like it was going into overdrive.
And as I look at the building where Husband was seeking refuge, I was in the elements.
And finally, the hail stopped. The wind slightly calmed. I made it safely to work.
After arriving, my hands tingled for nearly an hour, because I had been gripping the steering wheel so tight for so long.
I thank God for the prayer warrior that felt the urgency to lift me up and obeyed God by doing so.
Funnel cloud to the right. You now know why.
(Picture taken by someone else. This is the overpass I was under.)
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Sing it
Apparently, yesterday's ferocious thunderstorm I drove through made it's way to my home, because by the time I made it there, the lights had went out.
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
sing it Reba
I couldn't resist myself. You can thank me later when you cannot get that song out of your head.
We made the most out of an inconvenient situation, once Entergy's automated system told us our power would not be restored until tomorrow, which is today.
We fired up the grill and the accompanying side burner. We reheated tenderloin on the grill, stewed some squash, and heated some green peas. The entire time Little keeps running out in the rain, Husband keeps correcting her, and she replies, "I'm sorry, Daddy. It's an accident." By the seventeenth accidental time she ran out in the ran, Husband made a move toward her, which resulted in her running around my car to get behind me. We are definitely in for it.
At some point, we made it inside and ate by candlelight. After supper, Little kept trying to cut the TV on. I managed to think about my lap top being charged, so we were able to watch some of a DVD on the computer prior bedtime.
And since she's a little afraid of the dark, I allowed her to sleep with me. Husband is a big ole chicken and slept on the couch.
(He's paying for it today. You can't spell couch without "ouch." I just came up with that on the spot. Maybe I should pursue a career in marketing. You know, like coming up with catchy slogans.)
(On second thought, I'd probably have to come up with something for a product that I couldn't think of anything nice to say about it. Like 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioners, which should really be 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioners, and tangles.)
Can someone explain to me the Law of Children's Sleep Movements? Little, to be so little, takes up three-fourths of the bed. Apparently, her feet were cold, because they reverted back to digging into my ribs, like way back in 2008. Umm, I thought those days were over. Apparently not.
The power was restored sometime around midnight. Which makes complete and utter silence turn into all sorts of noises that you never pay attention to but somehow call peace and quiet.
And I realize that I am just rambling. This kind of stuff may be what the blog turns in to.
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
sing it Reba
I couldn't resist myself. You can thank me later when you cannot get that song out of your head.
We made the most out of an inconvenient situation, once Entergy's automated system told us our power would not be restored until tomorrow, which is today.
We fired up the grill and the accompanying side burner. We reheated tenderloin on the grill, stewed some squash, and heated some green peas. The entire time Little keeps running out in the rain, Husband keeps correcting her, and she replies, "I'm sorry, Daddy. It's an accident." By the seventeenth accidental time she ran out in the ran, Husband made a move toward her, which resulted in her running around my car to get behind me. We are definitely in for it.
At some point, we made it inside and ate by candlelight. After supper, Little kept trying to cut the TV on. I managed to think about my lap top being charged, so we were able to watch some of a DVD on the computer prior bedtime.
And since she's a little afraid of the dark, I allowed her to sleep with me. Husband is a big ole chicken and slept on the couch.
(He's paying for it today. You can't spell couch without "ouch." I just came up with that on the spot. Maybe I should pursue a career in marketing. You know, like coming up with catchy slogans.)
(On second thought, I'd probably have to come up with something for a product that I couldn't think of anything nice to say about it. Like 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioners, which should really be 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioners, and tangles.)
Can someone explain to me the Law of Children's Sleep Movements? Little, to be so little, takes up three-fourths of the bed. Apparently, her feet were cold, because they reverted back to digging into my ribs, like way back in 2008. Umm, I thought those days were over. Apparently not.
The power was restored sometime around midnight. Which makes complete and utter silence turn into all sorts of noises that you never pay attention to but somehow call peace and quiet.
And I realize that I am just rambling. This kind of stuff may be what the blog turns in to.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Weekend wrap up
If you have not seen my blog post from Friday, please do so before continuing.
Last night, I made a conscious decision to charge the camera battery. The blog is looking pathetic without any pictures. And you will not believe how much Little and Blue have grown.
This weekend, I did a lot of trial runs to see how things will work when I am a full-time mommy.
Every year, we have a garden. Little has always enjoyed it so. Saturday we made our annual adventure to the co-op to purchase plants. Unfortunately, they did not have the type of tomato or squash plants we were looking for. However, we were able to purchase corn, watermelon, zucchini, cucumber, and bell pepper plants and seeds.
I was so bogged down with Blue that Little got to carry her very own basket of plants. While waiting in the check-out line, she begins to belt out, rather loudly, a song that I made up to coax her into leaning her head back in the bath. She never ceases to amaze me.
After checking out, the sweet young fellow behind the counter insisted on helping me to the car. I resisted at first, but then I realized there was no way for me make it to the car in one trip with all the plants and seeds and both kids. The luxuries of living in a small town.
Then we made a quick trip to a local boutique where I found Blue some shoes on sale. We also went by the cleaners, and I will now be using the drive through. Until Saturday, I had wondered why on earth the cleaners needed a drive through. The cleaners do not need a drive through, the mommies that use the cleaners need a drive through. Cue the light bulb over my head.
I wonder if the co-op will ever get a drive through.
Some how, we all survived. Everyone that left home with me made it back. I'm thinking it was a success.
Sunday, after service, we went to visit my grandparents. Baboo spread out a quilt in her back yard under a shade tree. Blue had the best time laying there. Any time the wind blew the leaves, he would kick with excitement. Little ran through their back yard barefoot and managed to find the only stitch of mud in their yard.
But I had a revelation. As I sat on the quilt with Blue watching Little run through the yard, picking flowers and looking for squirrels and birds, it hit me. This is what God intended for His Sabbath day. Rest. It shouldn't be about rushing around trying to get things ready for the week ahead.
Now, I am fully aware that I can still rest on Sundays and work during the week. I could just plan ahead. I could do all the laundry and cleaning on Saturday. I could pack their bags on Saturday.
But if that is what you were thinking, you have the wrong idea of rest.
I did laundry yesterday. I put out ant poison in the yard. I cooked. I cooked ahead for tonight.
But yesterday, I rested. I did not take a nap, but I rested. I did not lay around all day, but I rested.
Although, I am sure that God intended for physical rest, but for me, I'm thinking that He also meant to some extent of spiritual rest. Emotional rest. Rest from when I stopped trying to tell God how my life should be.
And He showed me rest.
Last night, I made a conscious decision to charge the camera battery. The blog is looking pathetic without any pictures. And you will not believe how much Little and Blue have grown.
This weekend, I did a lot of trial runs to see how things will work when I am a full-time mommy.
Every year, we have a garden. Little has always enjoyed it so. Saturday we made our annual adventure to the co-op to purchase plants. Unfortunately, they did not have the type of tomato or squash plants we were looking for. However, we were able to purchase corn, watermelon, zucchini, cucumber, and bell pepper plants and seeds.
I was so bogged down with Blue that Little got to carry her very own basket of plants. While waiting in the check-out line, she begins to belt out, rather loudly, a song that I made up to coax her into leaning her head back in the bath. She never ceases to amaze me.
After checking out, the sweet young fellow behind the counter insisted on helping me to the car. I resisted at first, but then I realized there was no way for me make it to the car in one trip with all the plants and seeds and both kids. The luxuries of living in a small town.
Then we made a quick trip to a local boutique where I found Blue some shoes on sale. We also went by the cleaners, and I will now be using the drive through. Until Saturday, I had wondered why on earth the cleaners needed a drive through. The cleaners do not need a drive through, the mommies that use the cleaners need a drive through. Cue the light bulb over my head.
I wonder if the co-op will ever get a drive through.
Some how, we all survived. Everyone that left home with me made it back. I'm thinking it was a success.
Sunday, after service, we went to visit my grandparents. Baboo spread out a quilt in her back yard under a shade tree. Blue had the best time laying there. Any time the wind blew the leaves, he would kick with excitement. Little ran through their back yard barefoot and managed to find the only stitch of mud in their yard.
But I had a revelation. As I sat on the quilt with Blue watching Little run through the yard, picking flowers and looking for squirrels and birds, it hit me. This is what God intended for His Sabbath day. Rest. It shouldn't be about rushing around trying to get things ready for the week ahead.
Now, I am fully aware that I can still rest on Sundays and work during the week. I could just plan ahead. I could do all the laundry and cleaning on Saturday. I could pack their bags on Saturday.
But if that is what you were thinking, you have the wrong idea of rest.
I did laundry yesterday. I put out ant poison in the yard. I cooked. I cooked ahead for tonight.
But yesterday, I rested. I did not take a nap, but I rested. I did not lay around all day, but I rested.
Although, I am sure that God intended for physical rest, but for me, I'm thinking that He also meant to some extent of spiritual rest. Emotional rest. Rest from when I stopped trying to tell God how my life should be.
And He showed me rest.
Friday, March 30, 2012
I now have the margin
You may have wondered where I have been.
I've been wrestling. I've been struggling. I've been avoiding. I've been so tormented by myself that when I tried to blog I couldn't.
I politely bowed out and disconnected from many, so I could process my feelings. So I could listen more closely. So I could pick up on subtle cues.
Let me take you back to when it all started.
As my maternity leave was ending, I began to prepare Little for my transition back to work. She made the adjustment well. We all did.
Yes, there were difficult mornings. Yes, it's hard.
Husband and I realized rather quickly that one of us would have to find another job opportunity, because our current situation was not working well for anyone.
1. My kids have to get up at 5:00 AM.
2. Most mornings, they are in the car and on the road by 5:30, but always no later than 6.
3. They spend around 11 hours with someone else.
4. By the time, I get to them, most of the time, Blue is already asleep, and Little gets to see me for about an hour.
5. We live for the weekends.
God has been slowly prepping us for a change, but He has been steadily applying pressure on my heart. It's been almost unbearable for the past three weeks.
I recently read someone's thoughts on time. She did not "have the margin" for the things that God wanted her to do. Ultimately, she didn't have the margin for the things she wanted to do.
Oh, how I relate. And I knew.
For the past several months, God had been telling me to pursue other avenues. And I had ignored him. In fact, I went against Him. Until three weeks ago.
For the past three weeks, I've wrestled with Him. And every time He would say, "My child, you know what you have to do," I would reply, "But, what if?"
And like any loving and nurturing father, He allowed me to talk at Him the entire time I should have been listening. He remained even when I lashed out.
I'm stepping out in faith and allowing myself margin for the things that matter most.
For the blessings I have been given.
For the duties He bestowed to me.
I turned in my resignation yesterday. In two weeks, I will be working solely with these two.
I've been wrestling. I've been struggling. I've been avoiding. I've been so tormented by myself that when I tried to blog I couldn't.
I politely bowed out and disconnected from many, so I could process my feelings. So I could listen more closely. So I could pick up on subtle cues.
Let me take you back to when it all started.
As my maternity leave was ending, I began to prepare Little for my transition back to work. She made the adjustment well. We all did.
Yes, there were difficult mornings. Yes, it's hard.
Husband and I realized rather quickly that one of us would have to find another job opportunity, because our current situation was not working well for anyone.
1. My kids have to get up at 5:00 AM.
2. Most mornings, they are in the car and on the road by 5:30, but always no later than 6.
3. They spend around 11 hours with someone else.
4. By the time, I get to them, most of the time, Blue is already asleep, and Little gets to see me for about an hour.
5. We live for the weekends.
God has been slowly prepping us for a change, but He has been steadily applying pressure on my heart. It's been almost unbearable for the past three weeks.
I recently read someone's thoughts on time. She did not "have the margin" for the things that God wanted her to do. Ultimately, she didn't have the margin for the things she wanted to do.
Oh, how I relate. And I knew.
For the past several months, God had been telling me to pursue other avenues. And I had ignored him. In fact, I went against Him. Until three weeks ago.
For the past three weeks, I've wrestled with Him. And every time He would say, "My child, you know what you have to do," I would reply, "But, what if?"
And like any loving and nurturing father, He allowed me to talk at Him the entire time I should have been listening. He remained even when I lashed out.
I'm stepping out in faith and allowing myself margin for the things that matter most.
For the blessings I have been given.
For the duties He bestowed to me.
I turned in my resignation yesterday. In two weeks, I will be working solely with these two.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Nine
Yesterday was mine and Husband's nine year anniversary.
Nine.
As in, one, two, three, four, five, kid, six, seven, eight, kid, nine.
Whew.
Nine.
As in, one, two, three, four, five, kid, six, seven, eight, kid, nine.
Whew.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Well, it beats the alternative
I just had my, uh-hem, 31st birthday. I chose to take the following stance on birthdays: Having another birthday beats the alternative.
Now, my cake was no comparison to Little's birthday cake this year. However, the older one gets, the less cake one requires. It's probably due to a non-existent metabolism.
This cake is from some of my co-workers. I have the same birthday as a co-worker. I assure you it was a misprint. It should say "Sexy Lady," referring to her. (See above reference to metabolism.)
(And now that I look at the picture, I really shouldn't have covered my name up. You know my name. Go ahead and sign me up for the home. I'll be the one eating the checkers.)
Additionally, Little and Husband made me a funfetti cake with funfetti icing. She ended up convincing me to put a candle on the cake. But somehow, she got to blow out the candle. What? Wait. So it's not my birthday? I'm now convinced that I am still 30.
In an effort to boost my metabolism, I am determined to do a 5K this spring/summer. I have decided if I announce it, then maybe I will be accountable and actually do it. As for right now, I am running a 12 minute mile on the treadmill, which is about the equivalent of walking at a speed of 2.5 mph on pavement. I have a long way to go. At about 2 1/2 miles, it's all I can do to finish. But I do finish, despite how good I look being a quitter.
(Settle down. 5Ks are so ten years ago. These days everyone wants to do a marathon or a half-marathon, which those runners use their fancy lingo and just call a "half." Maybe a should look for a half-5K.)
About this whole 5K thing, the way I am choosing to see it is signing up to do one, actually starting one, and finishing one beats the alternative.
You can remind me of this when I finish last in my age group with a time of 74:36 minutes.
Now, my cake was no comparison to Little's birthday cake this year. However, the older one gets, the less cake one requires. It's probably due to a non-existent metabolism.
This cake is from some of my co-workers. I have the same birthday as a co-worker. I assure you it was a misprint. It should say "Sexy Lady," referring to her. (See above reference to metabolism.)
(And now that I look at the picture, I really shouldn't have covered my name up. You know my name. Go ahead and sign me up for the home. I'll be the one eating the checkers.)
Additionally, Little and Husband made me a funfetti cake with funfetti icing. She ended up convincing me to put a candle on the cake. But somehow, she got to blow out the candle. What? Wait. So it's not my birthday? I'm now convinced that I am still 30.
In an effort to boost my metabolism, I am determined to do a 5K this spring/summer. I have decided if I announce it, then maybe I will be accountable and actually do it. As for right now, I am running a 12 minute mile on the treadmill, which is about the equivalent of walking at a speed of 2.5 mph on pavement. I have a long way to go. At about 2 1/2 miles, it's all I can do to finish. But I do finish, despite how good I look being a quitter.
(Settle down. 5Ks are so ten years ago. These days everyone wants to do a marathon or a half-marathon, which those runners use their fancy lingo and just call a "half." Maybe a should look for a half-5K.)
About this whole 5K thing, the way I am choosing to see it is signing up to do one, actually starting one, and finishing one beats the alternative.
You can remind me of this when I finish last in my age group with a time of 74:36 minutes.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
All over the place
Be warned. This post is going to be all over the place.
First of all, I haven't blogged in a while, because I am so mad at Blogger right now. Sometime last week, they slipped in some message about updating to something, and since I am used to performing the same key strokes and mouse clicks, before I realized it I had chosen the upgrade.
Well, then Blogger wasn't compatible with my current Google something. Therefore, I couldn't blog. So I had to install Google Chrome, whatever that is.
And now, I can't get on the blog from Internet Explorer. I have to blog from Google Chrome.
I can't figure out how to restore anything to when things made sense, so I boycotted.
Boy, I was really showing them by not blogging.
In other news, yesterday was Leap Day of Leap Year. I've decided that I officially dislike Leap Day, because it was a day of complications and the unusual. So from today forth, I will be going by the correct time and day. Sans Leap Year.
(Because every fourth year is not an entire 24 hours longer. Each year is truly 6 hours longer. And whoever decided that it would just be easier to simply add a day on the fourth year. Whatever. And when I was in school Pluto was a planet. So apparently some people aren't as smart as everyone once thought; however, they are smarter than me, but they are still wrong.)
And this would be my birthday month, and Little mentioned something about me needing a Phineas and Ferb cake. And she finished the conversation off with "That sounds like a good idea." Next, she'll have me making goody bags for my birthday.
Just to add to the randomness and to support my stance on Leap Day, Little streaked through the fellowship hall at church last night.
I think I'll just leave it at that.
First of all, I haven't blogged in a while, because I am so mad at Blogger right now. Sometime last week, they slipped in some message about updating to something, and since I am used to performing the same key strokes and mouse clicks, before I realized it I had chosen the upgrade.
Well, then Blogger wasn't compatible with my current Google something. Therefore, I couldn't blog. So I had to install Google Chrome, whatever that is.
And now, I can't get on the blog from Internet Explorer. I have to blog from Google Chrome.
I can't figure out how to restore anything to when things made sense, so I boycotted.
Boy, I was really showing them by not blogging.
In other news, yesterday was Leap Day of Leap Year. I've decided that I officially dislike Leap Day, because it was a day of complications and the unusual. So from today forth, I will be going by the correct time and day. Sans Leap Year.
(Because every fourth year is not an entire 24 hours longer. Each year is truly 6 hours longer. And whoever decided that it would just be easier to simply add a day on the fourth year. Whatever. And when I was in school Pluto was a planet. So apparently some people aren't as smart as everyone once thought; however, they are smarter than me, but they are still wrong.)
And this would be my birthday month, and Little mentioned something about me needing a Phineas and Ferb cake. And she finished the conversation off with "That sounds like a good idea." Next, she'll have me making goody bags for my birthday.
Just to add to the randomness and to support my stance on Leap Day, Little streaked through the fellowship hall at church last night.
I think I'll just leave it at that.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
She loves him, right now
Everyone keeps wanting to know how Little is adjusting to Blue.
Does she like him? Is she a big help? Is she jealous?
And to be completely honest, she's been great. In fact, she's done better than I expected.
She is a tremendous help. She helps make bottles, feeds Blue, burps Blue. If we need something, she is more than willing to get it. She's precious.
There's been no jealousy. Occasionally, I heard some baby talk sneak in to her conversations with me. And there have been the few times when she cries like her brother. But nothing, I mean nothing, like what could have been.
She is constantly wanting to touch him, kiss him, hold his hand, and get in his face. He's getting a little more mobile now, you know, with his neck and head.
And frankly speaking, some days he is not feeling like putting up with it. But she is persistent.
And you can just see the desperation in his eyes.
I'm sure enjoying these days.
Because we all know what is coming next.
"Mommmmm!!"
"She's touching me!"
"He's playing with my toys!"
"She won't get out of my room!"
"He's looking at me!"
Does she like him? Is she a big help? Is she jealous?
And to be completely honest, she's been great. In fact, she's done better than I expected.
She is a tremendous help. She helps make bottles, feeds Blue, burps Blue. If we need something, she is more than willing to get it. She's precious.
There's been no jealousy. Occasionally, I heard some baby talk sneak in to her conversations with me. And there have been the few times when she cries like her brother. But nothing, I mean nothing, like what could have been.
She is constantly wanting to touch him, kiss him, hold his hand, and get in his face. He's getting a little more mobile now, you know, with his neck and head.
And frankly speaking, some days he is not feeling like putting up with it. But she is persistent.
And you can just see the desperation in his eyes.
I'm sure enjoying these days.
Because we all know what is coming next.
"Mommmmm!!"
"She's touching me!"
"He's playing with my toys!"
"She won't get out of my room!"
"He's looking at me!"
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Christmas in February
Not really. You're just hearing about our Christmas in February.
I had big plans for Blue at his first Christmas. He had other plans.
And when there is another child involved, the show had to go on.
Santa ate Little's homemade cookies and drank all of the milk. Her expression is priceless.
Enjoying her loot.
But finally, Blue had to be removed from his bed, even if his eyes are still closed. There had to be photo of him with family interaction.
I had big plans for Blue at his first Christmas. He had other plans.
And when there is another child involved, the show had to go on.
Santa ate Little's homemade cookies and drank all of the milk. Her expression is priceless.
Enjoying her loot.
But finally, Blue had to be removed from his bed, even if his eyes are still closed. There had to be photo of him with family interaction.
Monday, February 20, 2012
You like?
I changed up the blog design.
Every time, I do this I end up feeling defeated. This is something similar to having my hair cut into a new style.
Can you relate? You start out with excitement, because you know it's time for a change, but by the end of it, you realize that you've gotten in over your head.
But I just blew through it. The blog, not my hair.
I realize that the banner looks as if it should hold three pictures. You should know that is when the defeat started creeping up on me.
I say "looks as if it should hold three pictures," because I tried. I really did.
And so I thought, I can remedy this. I'll just center the new title over the picture frames.
And defeat sent me packing.
Every time, I do this I end up feeling defeated. This is something similar to having my hair cut into a new style.
Can you relate? You start out with excitement, because you know it's time for a change, but by the end of it, you realize that you've gotten in over your head.
But I just blew through it. The blog, not my hair.
I realize that the banner looks as if it should hold three pictures. You should know that is when the defeat started creeping up on me.
I say "looks as if it should hold three pictures," because I tried. I really did.
And so I thought, I can remedy this. I'll just center the new title over the picture frames.
And defeat sent me packing.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A letter to my sixteen year old self
A dear friend of mine, who I have known literally since birth, writes a wonderful blog. A few weeks ago, she posted a letter she wrote to herself at sixteen. To read more about the concept and her letter, you may find it here.
http://flowersandkittens.blogspot.com/2012/01/letter-to-my-sixteen-year-old-self.html
After reading it, I thought, "Now that's an idea." After thinking about what I would say to myself nearly fifteen years ago, I realized there is no way I would post it.
If you can imagine or if you knew me at sixteen, I don't want to be that transparent. Yikes!
But after seriously considering it, I came to the realization, for my kids sake, that I should do it.
Be warned.
Mollye,
I understand that times and circumstances are not what you think they should be, but you need to accept that this is the hand that you have been dealt. Don't worry. Things are unfolding at a delicate pace, so that when the time comes, the One who has been trying to get your attention will receive the glory. Your testimony will be awesome, and yes, you will give it.
So let me address a few particulars with you. I'm going to ask that you read until the end. And I'm thinking that its a good thing this is a letter, because you will not be able to interrupt or argue.
It can be a great thing how opinionated you are, but you are not there yet. Right now, you are extremely critical. Critical of yourself. Critical of others. These things are not for you to judge. And it's important that you understand that some things are none of your business and have nothing to do with you, even if you are told differently.
That being said, you should be kinder to everyone, especially those who you don't consider your friends. Years later, when you see people you were not particularly friendly to, you are going to be ashamed and will find yourself compelled to tell them you are not the same person you were in high school. You are missing out on some great people.
Great friends are better in quality than quantity. Not everyone who you think is your friend truly is. And some people are your friends for all the wrong reasons. You know this already, but chose to ignore it. Enjoy those who enjoy you for you, not for who they think you are.
You've got a lot to learn, so stop acting like you know everything. You're sixteen, not sixty. If you are not learning, your losing. And history is more important than you think.
That boy that broke your heart, get over him. You'll save yourself a lot of heartache if you simply appreciate the boy that's standing in front of your face. You can't really think that he's playing hooky from school to watch movies with you since you're sick just because he's a friend. He's head over heals, and you're ridiculous for not realizing.
Get out of the tanning bed. It's not that important. Not now. Not ever.
And while this probably seems like a lot of things are "wrong" with you, nothing is. You're like most other girls your age. Except that your different. And that's okay.
http://flowersandkittens.blogspot.com/2012/01/letter-to-my-sixteen-year-old-self.html
After reading it, I thought, "Now that's an idea." After thinking about what I would say to myself nearly fifteen years ago, I realized there is no way I would post it.
If you can imagine or if you knew me at sixteen, I don't want to be that transparent. Yikes!
But after seriously considering it, I came to the realization, for my kids sake, that I should do it.
Be warned.
Mollye,
I understand that times and circumstances are not what you think they should be, but you need to accept that this is the hand that you have been dealt. Don't worry. Things are unfolding at a delicate pace, so that when the time comes, the One who has been trying to get your attention will receive the glory. Your testimony will be awesome, and yes, you will give it.
So let me address a few particulars with you. I'm going to ask that you read until the end. And I'm thinking that its a good thing this is a letter, because you will not be able to interrupt or argue.
It can be a great thing how opinionated you are, but you are not there yet. Right now, you are extremely critical. Critical of yourself. Critical of others. These things are not for you to judge. And it's important that you understand that some things are none of your business and have nothing to do with you, even if you are told differently.
That being said, you should be kinder to everyone, especially those who you don't consider your friends. Years later, when you see people you were not particularly friendly to, you are going to be ashamed and will find yourself compelled to tell them you are not the same person you were in high school. You are missing out on some great people.
Great friends are better in quality than quantity. Not everyone who you think is your friend truly is. And some people are your friends for all the wrong reasons. You know this already, but chose to ignore it. Enjoy those who enjoy you for you, not for who they think you are.
You've got a lot to learn, so stop acting like you know everything. You're sixteen, not sixty. If you are not learning, your losing. And history is more important than you think.
That boy that broke your heart, get over him. You'll save yourself a lot of heartache if you simply appreciate the boy that's standing in front of your face. You can't really think that he's playing hooky from school to watch movies with you since you're sick just because he's a friend. He's head over heals, and you're ridiculous for not realizing.
Get out of the tanning bed. It's not that important. Not now. Not ever.
And while this probably seems like a lot of things are "wrong" with you, nothing is. You're like most other girls your age. Except that your different. And that's okay.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
King
Apparently, the only camera I own is the one on my phone, because that is the only way I'm taking pictures these days.
It's really inconvenient for me to run and grab my nice camera for those special moments, especially when I can just snap these pictures with my phone.
Picture quality and clarity are over-rated. At least that's what I'm telling myself right now.
Now, look at my precious Little and Blue.
My sweet thing makes me work hard for those smiles.
It's really inconvenient for me to run and grab my nice camera for those special moments, especially when I can just snap these pictures with my phone.
Picture quality and clarity are over-rated. At least that's what I'm telling myself right now.
Now, look at my precious Little and Blue.
The Lion King. I bet we have watched it 672 times since she received it for Christmas. I think it goes without saying that my bed is no longer my bed.
Blue thinks he's the new king of the jungle.
And this had to be snapped in a hurry.
My sweet thing makes me work hard for those smiles.
Blue was worn out. All those birthday parties in the month of January were too much.
Now pardon me while I go permanently attach my camera to my body.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
A love letter to Husband
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love
Dearest Husband,
Honestly, when I look back at where we've been, I think what were we thinking.
And I'm not even talking about my hair. (Move along, people. Nothing to see here.)
We thought we could survive anything. We would be different. We would make it.
But we hadn't been through anything. There was little to survive. Nothing to make us different. Who doesn't make it when its easy? When its simple?
A lot has changed since then.
I can now say that we are surviving. We've gone through things that some people never do. And at our age, we've been through things we thought we had time before we would face.
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no - one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
We've been to dark places, but we were together.
We've been scared, uncertain, and extremely weak, but not at the same time.
When one of us struggled, the other found enough strength for us both.
When one stumbled, the other broke the fall.
I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
Know there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
In those times, we realized how important we were. Those times inevitably brought us closer. Gave us a new appreciation for one another.
I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love
It's important to appreciate the tragedies along the way. To recognize where we were and know where we're going. To remember that those times don't define us. They mold us.
Adele Make You Feel My Love lyrics in italics
Monday, February 13, 2012
Straight from the Devil
There are a few things that you come across in life that should be direct indicators that Satan is trying to jump on your back.
1. Dieting
2. Speeding tickets
3. Husband forgetting to take the trash out
4. The colic
I distinctly remember telling people that Little could not have been too far from the colic. I'd like to withdraw that remark.
Blue has/had the colic. We are finally getting to the point now where we can smile at each other.
When we went to the pediatrician, he asked how things were going.
Well,...
Umm,...
It's not.....uh,.....we are failing as parents.
He asked if we were there inquiring about the return policy. I sighed in relief, because yes, that was exactly why I was there.
Well, more like the lay-away program. We'll come back for him. You just call us when he's better. Okay?
Pediatrician wanted to change some things around. Try some medicines. Give us another chance.
Well, there was some improvement for about two days, then back to the same routine.
Hello colic and reflux.
That medicine, he still spits up. That 34 dollar formula, it's a rip off. That colic, we're getting over it.
Turns out the best treatment for colic is time. It gets better. The baby does like you. In the end, neither you nor the baby are crying.
And when there is a slight improvement, you can look back at the things along the way that you forgot to laugh at.
During a particularly fussy day, I had finally gotten Blue settled after an all morning crying spell. He was resting comfortably in his car seat, because the car seat or swing is where you put a baby with reflux. I sat down on the couch, trying to fight back the tears while enjoying the quiet. Then it happened. After about 5 minutes, Blue let loose screaming. Little said, "Oh, no. Not again."
Another difficult day, Blue was so upset that I couldn't soothe him. I'm telling you he would not let up. Just as calm as could be, Little picks up the telephone, puts it to her ear, and says, "Hello, Ambulance. Can you come get Brother, pleeeeease?"
1. Dieting
2. Speeding tickets
3. Husband forgetting to take the trash out
4. The colic
I distinctly remember telling people that Little could not have been too far from the colic. I'd like to withdraw that remark.
Blue has/had the colic. We are finally getting to the point now where we can smile at each other.
When we went to the pediatrician, he asked how things were going.
Well,...
Umm,...
It's not.....uh,.....we are failing as parents.
He asked if we were there inquiring about the return policy. I sighed in relief, because yes, that was exactly why I was there.
Well, more like the lay-away program. We'll come back for him. You just call us when he's better. Okay?
Pediatrician wanted to change some things around. Try some medicines. Give us another chance.
Well, there was some improvement for about two days, then back to the same routine.
Hello colic and reflux.
That medicine, he still spits up. That 34 dollar formula, it's a rip off. That colic, we're getting over it.
Turns out the best treatment for colic is time. It gets better. The baby does like you. In the end, neither you nor the baby are crying.
And when there is a slight improvement, you can look back at the things along the way that you forgot to laugh at.
During a particularly fussy day, I had finally gotten Blue settled after an all morning crying spell. He was resting comfortably in his car seat, because the car seat or swing is where you put a baby with reflux. I sat down on the couch, trying to fight back the tears while enjoying the quiet. Then it happened. After about 5 minutes, Blue let loose screaming. Little said, "Oh, no. Not again."
Another difficult day, Blue was so upset that I couldn't soothe him. I'm telling you he would not let up. Just as calm as could be, Little picks up the telephone, puts it to her ear, and says, "Hello, Ambulance. Can you come get Brother, pleeeeease?"
Friday, February 10, 2012
The birthing story.....
It's been a long time since I blogged, and I have so much to tell you. We've got a lot of catching up to do.
Let's rewind to, um, November. Yikes. November! I'm sure some of have been waiting for all the details surrounding Blue's arrival.
Blue was scheduled to arrive on Tuesday, November, 29. Everything was planned so perfectly. Little would rise and shine early, so she could go to the hospital with us. My mom would come early to take care of Little while I am being prepped. All the other family would arrive. Everyone would be there for the birth. Everything planned, which you know is extremely important.
So why is it that I go into labor on Monday, November, 28? Can you answer that one for me?? I'm the mama, and the baby is suppose to come on the 29th. I can bring my bag. Have a camera. Husband can be with me. I could have shaved my legs.
That's right. Unshaved legs. We all know how hard it is to bend over to shave all the way down to the ankle, so I was going to wait until Tuesday morning. Jokes on me.
On my way to work, I begin to have contractions. I have been contracting on and off since Thanksgiving Day. Nothing that stayed regular. No worries. But that morning, for a good hour or so, I was having contractions 15 minutes apart. Husband did not have his truck at work, so I called him.
Me: "If I needed you, could you get to me?"
Husband: "Why? What's going on?"
Me: "I'm having contractions. It's probably nothing, but I just wanted you to know."
He would never admit this, but I'm sure in the back of his mind (and he may have even verbalized it to his co-workers when we got off the phone) he thought "yeah, right". I'm sure he thought since I didn't go into labor with Little that it would be impossible for me to go into labor with Blue. He thought that because that is what I thought, too.
As the morning progressed, contractions were, again, on and off, but they were different. They were getting stronger. My back was starting to hurt. So after lunch (that's right), I decided it was time to call the doctor. In my own words, "Just to get checked out before heading home." Jokes on me again.
The doctor sends me to the hospital to get hooked up on the monitor, because he said it's the only real way he can know what's going on.
I get to the hospital, alone. Get hooked up to the monitor, alone. The nurse asked me a million questions, and with pregnancy brain, I have to answer all the questions, alone. After a while, the nurse exits the room and leaves me, alone.
After a while, the nurse reenters the room. "Where's your husband?"
Me: "He's on his way."
RN: "What time do you think he will get here?"
Me: "He will be here by five."
That's all she says. She leaves me alone again.
What I did not tell her is Husband had to go all the way home to get his truck, and since he was going, I made him finish packing my bag. Honestly, five may be pushing it.
At some point, she comes back in. Casually announces that I'm having this baby today, and informs me that the doc is going to wait on my husband.
I asked if I was having contractions. She informed me that those contractions I thought were 15 minutes apart were actually 3-5 minutes apart.
And, I turned into Paul Revere on that midnight ride (History is not my best subject, so if I'm wrong about this one, just go with it.).
The baby is coming. The baby is coming! THE BABY IS COMING!! THE!! BABY!! IS!! COMING!!!!!
And I am still alone.
To make a really long story just a long story, Husband got tired of me calling to see where he was at and how much longer. What he couldn't understand is that everyone was constantly asking me those questions.
When he finally makes it to the hospital, he walks in the door of my room, as they are wheeling me out, and they hand him scrubs to change in to.
We are both anxious, because this was not the plan.
And while we are waiting to hear that scream, the doctor calmly informs me that Blue has passed meconium in utero.
I lose it. I begin to cry, because I know how dangerous that is. I know what the side effects are. I know that this changes the playing field.
And that scream that I waited to hear was more like a rattled cry. That curtain that separates us from Blue is torture. My only means of comprehending his health is that sound of him not having enough breath to scream.
They kept reassuring me that he was okay.
Just as I began to believe them, the nurse brings him around the curtain.
He's gray. Not that pink color he is suppose to be.
Through my tears, all I can say about my precious Blue, is his color is bad.
They did let the family that was fortunate enough to make it in time see him, but they made a direct trip to the nursery.
The nursery nurse came to speak to me about Blue's condition. She said he required a lot of suctioning, and he was on oxygen. She said he would have to stay in the nursery for a while.
At 10:30 that night, for the first time in his life, I got to hold Blue, my pink and able to scream Blue.
Let's rewind to, um, November. Yikes. November! I'm sure some of have been waiting for all the details surrounding Blue's arrival.
Blue was scheduled to arrive on Tuesday, November, 29. Everything was planned so perfectly. Little would rise and shine early, so she could go to the hospital with us. My mom would come early to take care of Little while I am being prepped. All the other family would arrive. Everyone would be there for the birth. Everything planned, which you know is extremely important.
So why is it that I go into labor on Monday, November, 28? Can you answer that one for me?? I'm the mama, and the baby is suppose to come on the 29th. I can bring my bag. Have a camera. Husband can be with me. I could have shaved my legs.
That's right. Unshaved legs. We all know how hard it is to bend over to shave all the way down to the ankle, so I was going to wait until Tuesday morning. Jokes on me.
On my way to work, I begin to have contractions. I have been contracting on and off since Thanksgiving Day. Nothing that stayed regular. No worries. But that morning, for a good hour or so, I was having contractions 15 minutes apart. Husband did not have his truck at work, so I called him.
Me: "If I needed you, could you get to me?"
Husband: "Why? What's going on?"
Me: "I'm having contractions. It's probably nothing, but I just wanted you to know."
He would never admit this, but I'm sure in the back of his mind (and he may have even verbalized it to his co-workers when we got off the phone) he thought "yeah, right". I'm sure he thought since I didn't go into labor with Little that it would be impossible for me to go into labor with Blue. He thought that because that is what I thought, too.
As the morning progressed, contractions were, again, on and off, but they were different. They were getting stronger. My back was starting to hurt. So after lunch (that's right), I decided it was time to call the doctor. In my own words, "Just to get checked out before heading home." Jokes on me again.
The doctor sends me to the hospital to get hooked up on the monitor, because he said it's the only real way he can know what's going on.
I get to the hospital, alone. Get hooked up to the monitor, alone. The nurse asked me a million questions, and with pregnancy brain, I have to answer all the questions, alone. After a while, the nurse exits the room and leaves me, alone.
After a while, the nurse reenters the room. "Where's your husband?"
Me: "He's on his way."
RN: "What time do you think he will get here?"
Me: "He will be here by five."
That's all she says. She leaves me alone again.
What I did not tell her is Husband had to go all the way home to get his truck, and since he was going, I made him finish packing my bag. Honestly, five may be pushing it.
At some point, she comes back in. Casually announces that I'm having this baby today, and informs me that the doc is going to wait on my husband.
I asked if I was having contractions. She informed me that those contractions I thought were 15 minutes apart were actually 3-5 minutes apart.
And, I turned into Paul Revere on that midnight ride (History is not my best subject, so if I'm wrong about this one, just go with it.).
The baby is coming. The baby is coming! THE BABY IS COMING!! THE!! BABY!! IS!! COMING!!!!!
And I am still alone.
To make a really long story just a long story, Husband got tired of me calling to see where he was at and how much longer. What he couldn't understand is that everyone was constantly asking me those questions.
When he finally makes it to the hospital, he walks in the door of my room, as they are wheeling me out, and they hand him scrubs to change in to.
We are both anxious, because this was not the plan.
And while we are waiting to hear that scream, the doctor calmly informs me that Blue has passed meconium in utero.
I lose it. I begin to cry, because I know how dangerous that is. I know what the side effects are. I know that this changes the playing field.
And that scream that I waited to hear was more like a rattled cry. That curtain that separates us from Blue is torture. My only means of comprehending his health is that sound of him not having enough breath to scream.
They kept reassuring me that he was okay.
Just as I began to believe them, the nurse brings him around the curtain.
He's gray. Not that pink color he is suppose to be.
Through my tears, all I can say about my precious Blue, is his color is bad.
They did let the family that was fortunate enough to make it in time see him, but they made a direct trip to the nursery.
The nursery nurse came to speak to me about Blue's condition. She said he required a lot of suctioning, and he was on oxygen. She said he would have to stay in the nursery for a while.
At 10:30 that night, for the first time in his life, I got to hold Blue, my pink and able to scream Blue.
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