Sweets, if you are reading this, yes, I mean you.
I have a friend. No, more than a friend. I would call her a sister, but for reason best left unsaid, I will not. But she will laugh at that sentence. I know she will.
She is an amazing woman. We shared so much in high school, spent every waking moment together, or talking to each other, or writing each other notes. (I still have them, T). She has such a beautiful soul, and always has.
She stood with me for my wedding, although to my everlasting regret, there is not one picture of just the two of us from that day. She had to ride an airplane for the first time ever, just for me. :)
She has stood by me through thick and thin for over 20 years now. Although there have been (too) long periods of time when, for one reason or another, one of us has been less available than we'd both like, more importantly, I know with out the shadow of a doubt that if I asked her to, she'd come running (flying!).
Tammie, I love you dearly and miss you somethin' awful.
:)
(Did that make you want to visit??)
Oh-oh uh-oh-oh. Oh-Oh uh-Oh.
hahahaha
December 13, 2010
November 26, 2010
The baby sings
No, really. She sings.
We have some new games:
I give her a loud kiss on one cheek and she turns so I can do it on the other. Over and over. Last night she was going so fast, I could barely keep up!
Then the Girl and I sang Patty-Cake with her. Then, half way through the second round of Itsy-Bitsy Spider, she pursed her lips, and started cooing along with us. This lasted long enough that there is no doubt that she was trying to sing with us.
She tells me when she is hungry. She does the tongue thing to let me know she is getting hungry, but then when I settle her back to nurse, I ask her if she is hungry. She makes the same sound in reply every time, with a little gutteral part like she is trying to say the "g" sound. The other night, it sounded so much like hungry that both the Daddy and I shot looks at each other. "Did you hear that?" "Did she just say hungry??" We know she can't and did not, yet, but we also know she is trying!
We have some new games:
I give her a loud kiss on one cheek and she turns so I can do it on the other. Over and over. Last night she was going so fast, I could barely keep up!
Then the Girl and I sang Patty-Cake with her. Then, half way through the second round of Itsy-Bitsy Spider, she pursed her lips, and started cooing along with us. This lasted long enough that there is no doubt that she was trying to sing with us.
She tells me when she is hungry. She does the tongue thing to let me know she is getting hungry, but then when I settle her back to nurse, I ask her if she is hungry. She makes the same sound in reply every time, with a little gutteral part like she is trying to say the "g" sound. The other night, it sounded so much like hungry that both the Daddy and I shot looks at each other. "Did you hear that?" "Did she just say hungry??" We know she can't and did not, yet, but we also know she is trying!
November 22, 2010
twenty
what number am I on? who knows, and I am too tired to look.
Twenty things I am grateful for. And then twenty-one more. Notice, I skated on 19. Now I feel guilty and a little obligated.
Hm.
This is getting harder to not repeat myself. Thank Heavens Thursday cometh.
1. The fact that no one is actually reading these, so I could start repeating myself and no one but me would actually know.
2. Cuddly nights at the drive in
3, Encouragement to try my hand at something old enough to be new again
4, And that I acquited myself reasonably well
5, New beginnings
6. Renewed friendships
7. Watching 2 new babies ignore each other
8. disposible diapers
9. washing machines
10. a sense of humor when 8 and 9 are on my mind, together.
11. quiet nights curled up with the daddy
12. two sleeping babies
13. one of whom curled up with her Daddy doll, playing the voice chip on her Daddy-build-a-Bear, and the realization that he was gone, but now is home. And that we will meet the challenge with courage again.
14. time to facebook and blog
15. and work on sewing projects
16 and dream a little dream with Daddy
17. And watch him smile
18. The fact that no one is actually reading these, so I could start repeating myself and no one but me would actually know.
19. the fact that I am not currently pregnant, as I look at those friends ready to be done being so
20. the love of my family.
Twenty things I am grateful for. And then twenty-one more. Notice, I skated on 19. Now I feel guilty and a little obligated.
Hm.
This is getting harder to not repeat myself. Thank Heavens Thursday cometh.
1. The fact that no one is actually reading these, so I could start repeating myself and no one but me would actually know.
2. Cuddly nights at the drive in
3, Encouragement to try my hand at something old enough to be new again
4, And that I acquited myself reasonably well
5, New beginnings
6. Renewed friendships
7. Watching 2 new babies ignore each other
8. disposible diapers
9. washing machines
10. a sense of humor when 8 and 9 are on my mind, together.
11. quiet nights curled up with the daddy
12. two sleeping babies
13. one of whom curled up with her Daddy doll, playing the voice chip on her Daddy-build-a-Bear, and the realization that he was gone, but now is home. And that we will meet the challenge with courage again.
14. time to facebook and blog
15. and work on sewing projects
16 and dream a little dream with Daddy
17. And watch him smile
18. The fact that no one is actually reading these, so I could start repeating myself and no one but me would actually know.
19. the fact that I am not currently pregnant, as I look at those friends ready to be done being so
20. the love of my family.
nineteen
The Girl slept 10 hours last night.
The Baby slept for 8.
I am one happy Mama.
(that equals nineteen)
The Baby slept for 8.
I am one happy Mama.
(that equals nineteen)
November 18, 2010
Eighteen
Some things I love and appreciate about the Girl
153 My first grader, who was placed in a reading support program this year, has soared up the reading chart. She has always done things on her own time schedule, and this is just another example of how she conquers the world, but not until she decides she is ready.
154 I was able to put aside my own ego about the reading support program. That was hard for me as a mom, a teacher, a passionate reader, and a certified reading specialist.
155 She is so tender and gentle with her sister.
156 She makes up, writes and sings her own songs. Including music on her Paper Jams guitar.
157 She has grown out of the super-antagonistic phase, passing that particular torch on to those better able to carry it. (My sympathies go out to the next batch of mamas surviving that stage)
158 Her unquestionable, irrepressible fashion sense
159 Her love of all things nature.
160 Her zest for life. And the energy to live it like a six-year old.
161 Her amazingly mature sense of humor, including the ability to crack a joke that takes the Daddy and I a second to catch the wit.
162 And her uncontrollable laughter at those things uniquely funny to a child.
163 Her desire to learn.
164 How much she enjoys attending and participating at church.
165 Her ability and confidence to reach out to make new friends.
166 Her sensitivity and empathy.
167 Her desire to be close to me.
168 And her willingness to stretch her wings and reach for independence.
169 Her hugs and kisses.
170 The way she snuggles up close in her sleep.
153 My first grader, who was placed in a reading support program this year, has soared up the reading chart. She has always done things on her own time schedule, and this is just another example of how she conquers the world, but not until she decides she is ready.
154 I was able to put aside my own ego about the reading support program. That was hard for me as a mom, a teacher, a passionate reader, and a certified reading specialist.
155 She is so tender and gentle with her sister.
156 She makes up, writes and sings her own songs. Including music on her Paper Jams guitar.
157 She has grown out of the super-antagonistic phase, passing that particular torch on to those better able to carry it. (My sympathies go out to the next batch of mamas surviving that stage)
158 Her unquestionable, irrepressible fashion sense
159 Her love of all things nature.
160 Her zest for life. And the energy to live it like a six-year old.
161 Her amazingly mature sense of humor, including the ability to crack a joke that takes the Daddy and I a second to catch the wit.
162 And her uncontrollable laughter at those things uniquely funny to a child.
163 Her desire to learn.
164 How much she enjoys attending and participating at church.
165 Her ability and confidence to reach out to make new friends.
166 Her sensitivity and empathy.
167 Her desire to be close to me.
168 And her willingness to stretch her wings and reach for independence.
169 Her hugs and kisses.
170 The way she snuggles up close in her sleep.
November 17, 2010
seventeen
Well, that was so easy, I am going to do 17 more about him.
137 his fierce desire to better himself
138 the way he lets me know he needs me
139 his appreciation for all the little things I do
140 the way he does not criticize...usually
141 the fact that he has never met a stranger
142 and is so likeable
143 that he supports my career
144 and my education
145 that he reads with the Girl everyday
146 and clearly enjoys it
147 that there is not "women's work" vs "men's work" in our home
148 that he works so hard
149 and takes his responsibility so seriously
150 that he tries to take care of everyone else
151 and has a hard time letting them tell him "no"
152 that he loves us
137 his fierce desire to better himself
138 the way he lets me know he needs me
139 his appreciation for all the little things I do
140 the way he does not criticize...usually
141 the fact that he has never met a stranger
142 and is so likeable
143 that he supports my career
144 and my education
145 that he reads with the Girl everyday
146 and clearly enjoys it
147 that there is not "women's work" vs "men's work" in our home
148 that he works so hard
149 and takes his responsibility so seriously
150 that he tries to take care of everyone else
151 and has a hard time letting them tell him "no"
152 that he loves us
November 16, 2010
sixteen
Today, a sampling of things I appreciate about the Daddy
121 he makes me laugh
122 he messes up big, but apologizes even bigger
123 he is the best father I have ever met
124 he looks darn sexy in his uniform
125 he looks darn sexy in a tshirt and shorts for that matter
126 he desperately loves our daughters
127 he is extremely intuitive
128 and manages to keep it to himself as needed
129 he is fiercely loyal
130 and fiercely protective
131 he is aware of everything going on around him
132 he is very modest
133 and humble
134 and encouraging
135 and brags about me, even though it embarasses me to no end
136 he makes sure, every single day, that I know that he loves me
121 he makes me laugh
122 he messes up big, but apologizes even bigger
123 he is the best father I have ever met
124 he looks darn sexy in his uniform
125 he looks darn sexy in a tshirt and shorts for that matter
126 he desperately loves our daughters
127 he is extremely intuitive
128 and manages to keep it to himself as needed
129 he is fiercely loyal
130 and fiercely protective
131 he is aware of everything going on around him
132 he is very modest
133 and humble
134 and encouraging
135 and brags about me, even though it embarasses me to no end
136 he makes sure, every single day, that I know that he loves me
November 15, 2010
fifteen
I am grateful for the small moments --
106 655 AM A smiling wake up with baby
107 745 AM - watching my girl bravely storm off to conquer the world. Or first grade
108 815 AM - returning home to a quiet house, where I can savor my time alone with baby
110 830 AM - curling up together to have a nap
111 930 AM _ "I love you text" from the Daddy
112 1015 AM - The dining room table is 1/2 cleared of the paperwork, mail, etc, that has built up since we brought Baby home.
113 1140 AM - A delicious new recipe turned out well - my "practice" for the neighbors' holiday gifts
114 1142 AM - which I got to sample just before the baby woke up
115 1215 PM - Shower. :) in peace and quiet.
116 1222 PM - New bra and undies. Glorious. After the preggo-panties, I was ready for something pretty. Pink with chocolate brown polkadots.
117 1223 PM - Baby awake again and smiling as usual. I am so blessed.
118 130 PM - Phone call from Dad. My dad. I love to hear his voice.
119 315 PM - The girl is home and bursting with news of her day - including the speaking part she won for next week's Thanksgiving play.
120 430 PM - The three girls watching (ahem. "helping") the Daddy plant yet another tree in his ongoing backyard-improvement kick.
...more tomorrow
106 655 AM A smiling wake up with baby
107 745 AM - watching my girl bravely storm off to conquer the world. Or first grade
108 815 AM - returning home to a quiet house, where I can savor my time alone with baby
110 830 AM - curling up together to have a nap
111 930 AM _ "I love you text" from the Daddy
112 1015 AM - The dining room table is 1/2 cleared of the paperwork, mail, etc, that has built up since we brought Baby home.
113 1140 AM - A delicious new recipe turned out well - my "practice" for the neighbors' holiday gifts
114 1142 AM - which I got to sample just before the baby woke up
115 1215 PM - Shower. :) in peace and quiet.
116 1222 PM - New bra and undies. Glorious. After the preggo-panties, I was ready for something pretty. Pink with chocolate brown polkadots.
117 1223 PM - Baby awake again and smiling as usual. I am so blessed.
118 130 PM - Phone call from Dad. My dad. I love to hear his voice.
119 315 PM - The girl is home and bursting with news of her day - including the speaking part she won for next week's Thanksgiving play.
120 430 PM - The three girls watching (ahem. "helping") the Daddy plant yet another tree in his ongoing backyard-improvement kick.
...more tomorrow
November 14, 2010
give away
http://sistersandrecipes.blogspot.com/
All right, Lis, Tam, Nik, Lor -- and the others of you that read here but don't know my nieces, hop on over and check this out...
All right, Lis, Tam, Nik, Lor -- and the others of you that read here but don't know my nieces, hop on over and check this out...
Fourteen
92 A big girl that is proud to sing in church
93 and shrugs it off when she makes a mistake.
94 Flying paper airplanes in the the back yard
95 The talent to create nourishing, delicious meals for my family
96 and hearing words of appreciation for my efforts
97 Friends gathering to celebrate the new life in my home
98 and phone calls from those that could not join us.
99 A daughter that requests "girl day" with mommy
100 and the wisdom to know that it won't be too long before she rolls her eyes at me again.
101 Strangers at church, coming ot talk to us and offering prayers for our new baby on her first trip to church.
102 And friends that did the same.
103 The peaceful sounds of the Daddy cooing with the baby, watching football, and whispering to the big girl
104 Pictures drawn by the hands of a child covering my fridge
105 Along side new photographs of nieces and nephews as they reach their own milestones.
93 and shrugs it off when she makes a mistake.
94 Flying paper airplanes in the the back yard
95 The talent to create nourishing, delicious meals for my family
96 and hearing words of appreciation for my efforts
97 Friends gathering to celebrate the new life in my home
98 and phone calls from those that could not join us.
99 A daughter that requests "girl day" with mommy
100 and the wisdom to know that it won't be too long before she rolls her eyes at me again.
101 Strangers at church, coming ot talk to us and offering prayers for our new baby on her first trip to church.
102 And friends that did the same.
103 The peaceful sounds of the Daddy cooing with the baby, watching football, and whispering to the big girl
104 Pictures drawn by the hands of a child covering my fridge
105 Along side new photographs of nieces and nephews as they reach their own milestones.
November 13, 2010
Thirteen
Four hands, twice over, plus 4 hearts = 1 family. That is 13, if you add up the numbers. I am so grateful.
That's numbers 79-91 if you are keeping count with me
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| These four hands, joined in love, laughter, joy... |
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| ...that started from this man taking this woman by the hands and asking her to walk life's path with with him |
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| To build this one family |
November 12, 2010
twelve
67. new friends
68. old, worn, warm, snuggly flannel shirts
69. the scent of a baby's head
70. the ability to provide for my baby from my own body
71. the ability of the daddy to bottle feed, with no guilt laid on me if i choose to skip a feeding
72. a baby fast outgrowing her clothes - daddy had her in a 6-9 sleeper, and it was not too big...(today she is back in a 3 -6)...
73. the anticipation of the coming holidays
74. homemade holiday treats made family-style
75. time to look back aty this last year and savor the moments
76. "i love you" texts
these last two from alex:
77. having a family
78. having you as my mom
me too. and thanks...
68. old, worn, warm, snuggly flannel shirts
69. the scent of a baby's head
70. the ability to provide for my baby from my own body
71. the ability of the daddy to bottle feed, with no guilt laid on me if i choose to skip a feeding
72. a baby fast outgrowing her clothes - daddy had her in a 6-9 sleeper, and it was not too big...(today she is back in a 3 -6)...
73. the anticipation of the coming holidays
74. homemade holiday treats made family-style
75. time to look back aty this last year and savor the moments
76. "i love you" texts
these last two from alex:
77. having a family
78. having you as my mom
me too. and thanks...
November 11, 2010
eleven
on 11-11, all will be done with 1 word
56. freedom
57. health
58. love
59. daughters
60. husband
61. home
62. service
63. sunshine
64. friendship
65. soup
66. blankets
(It is cold here today)
56. freedom
57. health
58. love
59. daughters
60. husband
61. home
62. service
63. sunshine
64. friendship
65. soup
66. blankets
(It is cold here today)
November 10, 2010
ten
This time, in pictures
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| 46. This man, who gave me life |
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| 47. And this woman, who taught me how to live it. |
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| 48. And these two, who give me reason |
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| 49. This man, 40 years later, who married this amazing woman - who jumped right in to be the most amazing grandmother to my children, and a great friend to me. |
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| 50. My in-laws who love my children (pictured with Alex, age 1 month) |
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| 51. Alex, who made me a mommy (age 6 days) |
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| 52. And Tori, who is teaching to relax and enjoy the moments (age 3 weeks) |
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| 53. This man, who gave me my beautiful children 54. And his devotion to duty |
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| 55. The opportunity to build this life together |
November 9, 2010
seven, eight, nine
Seventh
22. Spontaneous trips to San Diego
23. Family who loves us enough to help make it happen!
24. Long, lazy dinners with friends from far away
25. Quiet early breakfasts catching up with my one of my best friends while Daddy and the girls slept.
26. A husband who thinks it is cool my closest, most loyal friend is a man
27. His girlfriend, who doesn't care either
28. And that he laughs when I make fun of him for being late to our wedding after he flew across the country to be there. Scratch that - missing the whole ceremony and then being late to the reception.
Eighth
29. My daughter loves school
30. And church classes
31. And makes up songs, like, "I love the Lord, I - L - O- V- E Him, love Him love Him love Him"
32. New, cotton, 300 thread count, ruby red sheets. On sale. And they let me use a coupon.
33. And I had a gift card.
34. Snuggly days with my baby in my arms, and my kittens curled up on my lap.
35. Hot, buttery popcorn
36. A head cold, which reminds me how healthy we all really are
Ninth
37. That I have thought of 36 moments in my life, both large and small, to be grateful for so far.
38. The laughter of my husband and oldest daughter echoing from the the other room
39. The smiles and coos of my 6 week old, as she starts to try to communicate
40. I watched a friend try to learn to be a fire dancer in order to meet girls (who were fire dancers). He caught on fire 3 times. But walked away laughing.
41. So then I did not have to feel bad about laughing, too.
42. Watching Alex build friendships with the children of people I care about, knowing I am probably looking at the start of life-long relationships.
43. Watching Alex establish friendships outside of my sphere and knowing that she is capable of that independence
44. Maternity leave
45. And a job to go back to
22. Spontaneous trips to San Diego
23. Family who loves us enough to help make it happen!
24. Long, lazy dinners with friends from far away
25. Quiet early breakfasts catching up with my one of my best friends while Daddy and the girls slept.
26. A husband who thinks it is cool my closest, most loyal friend is a man
27. His girlfriend, who doesn't care either
28. And that he laughs when I make fun of him for being late to our wedding after he flew across the country to be there. Scratch that - missing the whole ceremony and then being late to the reception.
Eighth
29. My daughter loves school
30. And church classes
31. And makes up songs, like, "I love the Lord, I - L - O- V- E Him, love Him love Him love Him"
32. New, cotton, 300 thread count, ruby red sheets. On sale. And they let me use a coupon.
33. And I had a gift card.
34. Snuggly days with my baby in my arms, and my kittens curled up on my lap.
35. Hot, buttery popcorn
36. A head cold, which reminds me how healthy we all really are
Ninth
37. That I have thought of 36 moments in my life, both large and small, to be grateful for so far.
38. The laughter of my husband and oldest daughter echoing from the the other room
39. The smiles and coos of my 6 week old, as she starts to try to communicate
40. I watched a friend try to learn to be a fire dancer in order to meet girls (who were fire dancers). He caught on fire 3 times. But walked away laughing.
41. So then I did not have to feel bad about laughing, too.
42. Watching Alex build friendships with the children of people I care about, knowing I am probably looking at the start of life-long relationships.
43. Watching Alex establish friendships outside of my sphere and knowing that she is capable of that independence
44. Maternity leave
45. And a job to go back to
i am behind!
who would have thaought that would happen?
Spontaneous trip out of town, thanks to my most awesome hubs, where I got to spend time with a few of best friends.
Will catch up later...
Spontaneous trip out of town, thanks to my most awesome hubs, where I got to spend time with a few of best friends.
Will catch up later...
November 6, 2010
six
16. My husband is back in school and enjoys discussing what he is learning.
17. I am able to provide for my children - physically, emotionally, financially. I could all by myself, if I had to.
18. But I don't have to do it alone. Thank God.
19. Midnight, in house of sleeping children.
20. The company of good friends.
21. I went to Babies R Us the other day. I saw the clothes in the preemie section. They are so tiny they brought a tear to my eye. I looked at my 6 week old, already starting to wear clothes in the 3-6 month size and I thank God for my blessings.
17. I am able to provide for my children - physically, emotionally, financially. I could all by myself, if I had to.
18. But I don't have to do it alone. Thank God.
19. Midnight, in house of sleeping children.
20. The company of good friends.
21. I went to Babies R Us the other day. I saw the clothes in the preemie section. They are so tiny they brought a tear to my eye. I looked at my 6 week old, already starting to wear clothes in the 3-6 month size and I thank God for my blessings.
November 5, 2010
to school or not to school
Well... after putting it off for too long, last fall I looked into starting back to school to finish my MaEd. Only to have financial aid take too long.
So, tried again spring term. Enrolled late - no problem, assured my advisor. There is just a small fee. OK.
Right. The profs in my online classes assured me I had already failed their course. HAHA So I withdrew. Again, a small fee. OK.
We had a baby due in September. I did not enroll for fall term.
I called today to inquire about spring term.
My credits all expire (the 1/2 of my degree I have already paid for and earned As in all the classes)... well they expire May 2011. "Don't worry, you can finish in a year and a half," assures the admin assistant in the Grad college I spoke to. Literally, I LOL. "That is the end of next semester. I cannot take 21 credits a semester."
My husband reminds me I took 21 credits a quarter to finish my BS in 3 years. Again, literally, I LOL. "I lived at home with my mother, had no job, no children, no husband, and got paid to go to school." Pretty sure I will max out a 9 hours a semester - but 6 is more likely.
But that is neither here nor there, since 21 is impossible.
"You can petition for a 1-year extension."
"What happens if I don't finish 7 classes in a year?"
"You petition for another year."
"Will they grant it?"
"Maybe."
MAYBE???? Ok, so what do I do?????
So, tried again spring term. Enrolled late - no problem, assured my advisor. There is just a small fee. OK.
Right. The profs in my online classes assured me I had already failed their course. HAHA So I withdrew. Again, a small fee. OK.
We had a baby due in September. I did not enroll for fall term.
I called today to inquire about spring term.
My credits all expire (the 1/2 of my degree I have already paid for and earned As in all the classes)... well they expire May 2011. "Don't worry, you can finish in a year and a half," assures the admin assistant in the Grad college I spoke to. Literally, I LOL. "That is the end of next semester. I cannot take 21 credits a semester."
My husband reminds me I took 21 credits a quarter to finish my BS in 3 years. Again, literally, I LOL. "I lived at home with my mother, had no job, no children, no husband, and got paid to go to school." Pretty sure I will max out a 9 hours a semester - but 6 is more likely.
But that is neither here nor there, since 21 is impossible.
"You can petition for a 1-year extension."
"What happens if I don't finish 7 classes in a year?"
"You petition for another year."
"Will they grant it?"
"Maybe."
MAYBE???? Ok, so what do I do?????
five
11. The success of old friends
12. The Daddy, mid project, blocking the access to my kitchen sink so that
a. I cannot do the dishes, and therefore do not need to feel guilty about leaving them in the sink
b. He finds joy in making our home nicer
13. A crying baby being soothed in her daddy's arms - he is SUCH a great dad
14. Gripe Water and Sensitive Tummy formula suplementing mother's milk to help her not spit up so much
15. Sunshine without ridiculous heat
12. The Daddy, mid project, blocking the access to my kitchen sink so that
a. I cannot do the dishes, and therefore do not need to feel guilty about leaving them in the sink
b. He finds joy in making our home nicer
13. A crying baby being soothed in her daddy's arms - he is SUCH a great dad
14. Gripe Water and Sensitive Tummy formula suplementing mother's milk to help her not spit up so much
15. Sunshine without ridiculous heat
November 4, 2010
four
7. pedicures
8. chocolate
9. the will to resist the 1/2 price halloween chocolate at the grocery store
10. 20 lost pounds
8. chocolate
9. the will to resist the 1/2 price halloween chocolate at the grocery store
10. 20 lost pounds
November 3, 2010
three
4. My husband makes me laugh
5. My first grader is a riot
6. My husband's family truly loves our children and makes sure we know it
5. My first grader is a riot
6. My husband's family truly loves our children and makes sure we know it
November 2, 2010
two
2. That my thermometer does not match my brother's (23 there, 60 here this morning).
3. A snuggly baby asleep on my chest.
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| per his facebook post |
2. That my thermometer does not match my brother's (23 there, 60 here this morning).
3. A snuggly baby asleep on my chest.
November 1, 2010
Stealing an idea, with a Twist. #1:
Thanks for the idea, Courtney. I am running with a variation on your theme and continuing the gratitude lists with which I started this blog.
Today, November 1, I will list one thing for which I am grateful. Tomorrow, two new ones. And so on... The end of the month is going to be hard!!!
Today, I am grateful for:
1. The energy that immediately preceeds bedtime at our house, with both girls awake, one wanting to be fed and one wanting to be read to.
Today, November 1, I will list one thing for which I am grateful. Tomorrow, two new ones. And so on... The end of the month is going to be hard!!!
Today, I am grateful for:
1. The energy that immediately preceeds bedtime at our house, with both girls awake, one wanting to be fed and one wanting to be read to.
October 31, 2010
Matchy-matchy, huh?
I wanted to be the cheerleader, and I wanted Daddy's shirt to be labeled "Mickey." You know, cuz he's so fine. He blows my mind. If you do not understand this paragraph... sigh. Just don't tell me.
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| We actually started the day with some delicious french toast, shaped and colored for the day... |
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| Then we carved our pumpkins. They rot so fast in the heat here, that we usually carve them on or just a day before Halloween, then enjoy them the week after. Until they rot. Which is usually less than a week. |
Speaking of matchy-matchy, this is a preview of the pictures we got of the girls on Saturday. Of course, this is at home, just after we got home. How well do these outfits - bought years apart, in different parts of the country, from different stores - match? I am tickled pink. Or purple and blue, as the case may be.
PS. I think the Daddy is going to go for the family-matching-jammies shot for Christmas. I am vastly amused, and thrilled. :)
October 27, 2010
Happy one month birthday, baby
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| Two weeks before delivery |
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| My girl arrived on her scheduled induction date - but we went into labor on our own at 12:30 AM. We were at the hospital by 3 AM and into a delivery room by 5. She finally arrived after less than a half-hour of pushing at about 11:30. |
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| Happy daddy |
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| No one got to see a picture of Tori until her big sister arrived and got to see and hold her - even Grandpa waited in the hall until Alex held the baby... |
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| ...but then Grandpa got his turn. |
This is Tori, on her first day of life.
9/27/10
Tori, my beautiful child. Welcome to the world. Mama is so glad you are here. I did not know our family was not complete until I felt you under my heart. I am so glad to hold you in my arms at long last.
September 22, 2010
September 20, 2010
Wonderful weekend
We are nothin' if not last minute.
This weekend, we:
This weekend we also
This weekend, we:
- got our pre-natal photos taken. Cannot wait to show off the belly shot of the Daddy's hands forming a heart over my pregnant belly
- set up the baby' furniture. The Girl organized her sister's drawers and is very adamant that we use her "system". Fortunately it works.
This weekend we also
- watched Daddy attempt to eat a chicken foot. No, really. After he made it dance around on his plate in the middle of the restaurant. We went to an Asian buffet, and this was his attempt at being a good role-model and convince the girl to try something new.
- Subsequently, she licked the eyeball of a prawn that had been cooked intact. Nicely done.
- I scrubbed the kitchen floor on hands and knees in a valiant attempt to go into labor. The Daddy cracked lots of jokes about me being barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen, etc...
- Went to the movies. Not sure how easy that will be to do in the immediate future.
- Had a melt-down in Target because Mommy and Daddy bought something for the Baby but not for the Girl.
- The girl made a recipe:
- bread (warmed and shredded)
- pudding (vanilla)
- cereal (fruity pebbles)
- ice cream (mint chocolate)
- sliced banana
- Fortunately for me, she knows Mommy gets full really fast theses days. The Daddy stuck it out and ate the whole thing. Good man.
- We skipped church, sending the Girl with her aunt instead, and went out for some grown-ups only breakfast, for what will probably be the last time for a long while. It was really nice.
September 17, 2010
Update
I have not made any progress since last week, in spite of a quick trip to the hospital will a false alarm... :(
I am officially due on Tuesday the 21st.
I have an appointment again Monday. At that appointment, Doc will determine if I am to be induced next week. The latest he will let me go is Tuesday, Sept 28. As of right now, we are planning an induction for the 28th unless baby has made her appearance before then.
I am officially due on Tuesday the 21st.
I have an appointment again Monday. At that appointment, Doc will determine if I am to be induced next week. The latest he will let me go is Tuesday, Sept 28. As of right now, we are planning an induction for the 28th unless baby has made her appearance before then.
September 16, 2010
still here
went to the hospital yesterday.
sigh.
no baby
false alarm.
will work today.
am so ready.
so emotional.
so sore.
so ready for my new daughter
sigh.
no baby
false alarm.
will work today.
am so ready.
so emotional.
so sore.
so ready for my new daughter
September 14, 2010
9.11
As I sit at my desk reading the news, and look at pictures depicting 9-11 memorial services, and especially as I remember those brave men and women who knowingly sacrificed their lives on Flight 93. As I look around the room and realize these babies - these seventh graders - don't remember. They were 4. They have vague recollections of their parents watching, and they comprehend, but they don't remember. I wipe tears from my eyes as I remember calling my roommate on my way to work, and waking her up to turn on the tv - thinking the DJ on the radio was playing a sick joke.
I remember her silence punctuated with "Oh my God", "Oh my God."
I remember the TV system at work being shut off so we could keep the day "normal" for our students.
I remember getting email updates throughout the day.
I remember, and I mourn for those families as their pain is still readily apparent on thier faces, and I pray that this country never suffers moments of horror like those again.
I remember.
I remember her silence punctuated with "Oh my God", "Oh my God."
I remember the TV system at work being shut off so we could keep the day "normal" for our students.
I remember getting email updates throughout the day.
I remember, and I mourn for those families as their pain is still readily apparent on thier faces, and I pray that this country never suffers moments of horror like those again.
I remember.
September 13, 2010
well...
Still here, no baby yet.
Football has started. You know you envy my life as a football widow on Sundays and Mondays...and sometimes Thursdays.
Dinner out with the fam last night. Yum, onion blossom. Enjoyed watching the Girl and her cousin with heads close together, sharing whatever secrets cousins share when surrounded by adults.
Was touched beyond belief when, apparently after watching me waddle out the back of church for a quick trip to the restroom, mid-service, a little old lady with a cane was coming out the door of the sanctuary as I was returning. "I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were ok, sweetie." Melt my heart, m'am.
Football has started. You know you envy my life as a football widow on Sundays and Mondays...and sometimes Thursdays.
Dinner out with the fam last night. Yum, onion blossom. Enjoyed watching the Girl and her cousin with heads close together, sharing whatever secrets cousins share when surrounded by adults.
Was touched beyond belief when, apparently after watching me waddle out the back of church for a quick trip to the restroom, mid-service, a little old lady with a cane was coming out the door of the sanctuary as I was returning. "I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were ok, sweetie." Melt my heart, m'am.
September 10, 2010
Doc calls it - "done"
38.5 weeks.
HUGE belly.
Dilated (2).
Head is extremely low.
HUGE burst of energy these last 2 days.
Doc says, "You won't be pregnant next week. See you at the hospital."
GRIN
Carseat installed, camera downloaded and ready, and suitcase loaded.
(I am at work today. Maybe my last one for a while?)
September 9, 2010
honey -do
So tired.
Honey, I hate to ask, but will you clean up the kitchen tonight? I am going to bed.
Got up at 5 to get some water. Dishwaser was unloaded but nothing was washed or re-loaded.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Not exactly what I meant.
Honey, I hate to ask, but will you clean up the kitchen tonight? I am going to bed.
Got up at 5 to get some water. Dishwaser was unloaded but nothing was washed or re-loaded.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Not exactly what I meant.
September 7, 2010
Craig
I introduced my husband to Craig's List after we sat in Babies-R-Us and he decided he could not survive this baby without a gliding chair. They are NOT cheap! So, we looked on Craig's list, although he was a bit hinky about it -- and not only did he find one he loves, he found it after he bought one he liked. This is my husband... So now, I have to convince him to re-post the first one and sell it in order to bring the second one home... I did convince him to get rid of the red lazy-boy in exchange. FINALLY. The chair that is broken and uncomfortable, but is his oldest possession.. He agreed to donate it!
We are finally in a stage that we can begin buying furniture that fits our home, since we own instead of rent... and it has been a long process to convince my husband that regardless of how much we have enjoyed a possession in the past, if it does not fit our home, it is time to pass it on to someone who can use and enjoy it. This is a big step, for him to agree to get rid of the chair. I deliberately turn on Hoarders to show him what our home will become if he is not willing to cycle old things out as new things come in... I have emotional attachments to some things as well, but walking around things to just have them is not my dream and we simply do not have the storage space to just keep things forever.
On the other hand, the people who were selling the glider he bought last night were seriously downsizing, and they currently have our dream home, complete with dream decor... so we also acquired a bedroom set, a curio cabinet and the biggest TV you ever saw. No, seriously. THE BIGGEST. Forget going to the movies, I will give you a great rate to sit in my living room - popcorn is on the house.
***
Went through boxes of baby clothes yesterday. Don't you just love the tiny little tshirts and onsies? We oooh's and awww'd over the precious items and told the Girl stories of her baby-hood. I broke out the Dreft and washed the tiniest little dresses and pantlets, socks so small they make your heart ache, beanies and caps to keep a new little head warm...
Soon, soon... Mama is ready, sweet girl. See you soon.
We are finally in a stage that we can begin buying furniture that fits our home, since we own instead of rent... and it has been a long process to convince my husband that regardless of how much we have enjoyed a possession in the past, if it does not fit our home, it is time to pass it on to someone who can use and enjoy it. This is a big step, for him to agree to get rid of the chair. I deliberately turn on Hoarders to show him what our home will become if he is not willing to cycle old things out as new things come in... I have emotional attachments to some things as well, but walking around things to just have them is not my dream and we simply do not have the storage space to just keep things forever.
On the other hand, the people who were selling the glider he bought last night were seriously downsizing, and they currently have our dream home, complete with dream decor... so we also acquired a bedroom set, a curio cabinet and the biggest TV you ever saw. No, seriously. THE BIGGEST. Forget going to the movies, I will give you a great rate to sit in my living room - popcorn is on the house.
***
Went through boxes of baby clothes yesterday. Don't you just love the tiny little tshirts and onsies? We oooh's and awww'd over the precious items and told the Girl stories of her baby-hood. I broke out the Dreft and washed the tiniest little dresses and pantlets, socks so small they make your heart ache, beanies and caps to keep a new little head warm...
Soon, soon... Mama is ready, sweet girl. See you soon.
September 3, 2010
Non-combat troops
So our president announces the mission in Iraq is over. Last troops are in route to home. Except for the 50,000 non-combat troops who will remain in place.
"Honey, what is a non-combat troop?"
"You are looking at it."
Sweet. Aviation and avaition support are classified as "non-combat". An email from the command confirms we are still slated to deploy next year.
Awesome.
"Honey, what is a non-combat troop?"
"You are looking at it."
Sweet. Aviation and avaition support are classified as "non-combat". An email from the command confirms we are still slated to deploy next year.
Awesome.
well?
I just don't feel right. Not wrong, exactly, not sick, just... not... right. Does that mean my time is near? Or that I ate bad mac and cheese and too much lemon cake?
I am going out for spicy Mexican food tonight. If my time is near, that'll do it... so they say. But I may have a few weeks yet.
My feet are swollen.
I waddle.
I am so tired.
But I sure do love being pregnant.
I can't wait to meet her!
I am going out for spicy Mexican food tonight. If my time is near, that'll do it... so they say. But I may have a few weeks yet.
My feet are swollen.
I waddle.
I am so tired.
But I sure do love being pregnant.
I can't wait to meet her!
August 27, 2010
Waddle, waddle Quack, quack
As my teammate jokingly rubs his belly everytime I walk by
As my friends, neighbors, collegues often ask, "Are you ok?"
as I move slowly across a room
As my husband refrains from grinning
as I grunt to stand up
As I run quickly out of breath walking down the hall
As my hip-bones splay wider in preparation
As my newest baby pushes down on my genital-femeral nerve
and my bladder
As my doc and hubs go out of town
As I am not ready yet
Baby is soon to come.
As my friends, neighbors, collegues often ask, "Are you ok?"
as I move slowly across a room
As my husband refrains from grinning
as I grunt to stand up
As I run quickly out of breath walking down the hall
As my hip-bones splay wider in preparation
As my newest baby pushes down on my genital-femeral nerve
and my bladder
As my doc and hubs go out of town
As I am not ready yet
Baby is soon to come.
August 19, 2010
5 weeks? probably not
The Baby
- has turned. Head down, spine to my left, feet to my right. (For the non-moms, this is a good thing.)
- has not grown any new parts. Still a girl. :)
- kicks like mad.
- will probably come early. Doc says pretty good chance based on size, position, how I feel, and the face that the Girl came 2 weeks early. Therefore the shower my SIL offered to throw will be a welcome-baby shower instead of a pre-baby shower. The daddy thinks that is weird. I do not care. (PS, SIL, if you are reading this, I forgot to tell you there is a friend who wants to help. Forgot to tell you in my disorientation yesterday when I saw you!)
- complimented my pedicure while he was doing his thing. That was a bit weird. I think I said "Gee, thanks." HAHA
August 17, 2010
mommy in tears
So the girl is at the dentist. She is having 5 pulpectomies and caps put on. that requires either conscious sedation, a mummy bag, and multiple visits... or one visit and general sedation. We opted for the second, hoping it would be less traumatic and being pretty sure she would not tolerate either multiple visits or the constraint. Yes, my baby is asleep. That scares the hell out of me. Daddy wanted to take her, and I let him. I also let him convince me to go to work. As they drove away this morning, I kept a smile pasted to my face and blew kisses, then turned around and burst into tears. This was a bad idea.
***
We all survived. I rushed home for a 10 minute visit at lunch. She is groggy, wobbly, and sore. But she is OK, eating jello. And applesauce.
***
Now, appointment at the OB today to see what the other girl is up to...
***
We all survived. I rushed home for a 10 minute visit at lunch. She is groggy, wobbly, and sore. But she is OK, eating jello. And applesauce.
***
Now, appointment at the OB today to see what the other girl is up to...
August 12, 2010
Well, I am back to work teaching, the Girl is in first grade (!!!) and loving it, the Daddy is back from several LOOOONNNNGGG weeks out-of-town. Life is (almost) back to normal again.
My belly is E-normous. He says he does not remember me getting this round last time, and Little One is definitely an acrobat. My favorite thing this week was when The Daddy and I were cuddling in bed and he suddenly jumped and exclaimed over the fact that he could feel her move through my stomach and his own. I have few clothes that fit, and fewer that are suitable in this weather, but I found a few things in the back of my closet, and bought just 3 dresses and one blouse to see me through the next 5 weeks. FIVE WEEKS! I go for my 35 week check up this week, and we will start sonograms to check the baby's position. I look at what is still to be done at home and at work to prepare, and am a little overwhelmed. Add to that, the Girl was 2 weeks early AND I was not tracking my periods, so am not positive when I got pregnant... So, really... anytime in the next few weeks could be it!... YIKES!
The girl is having dental work done and Daddy has called dibs on being the parent to go in the room with her. I am struggling to let go, and struggling to be ok with letting him be in control, and with the fact that since I can do NOTHING but sit and wait, we decided I should go to work that day and take the next day off to stay home with her. Really, the closer it gets, the less likely I think it will be that I will be ok not being there. I know it is not about me, and I trust that since this is the 3rd time she has been under general anesthesia, AND that it was me there the last two times, that she will be OK without me. The one thing I love most about the Daddy is that he is an amazing, attentive, sensitive father and I know he will do as well as I would meeting her needs that morning. But still, what if my baby asks for Mommy and I am not there???
My belly is E-normous. He says he does not remember me getting this round last time, and Little One is definitely an acrobat. My favorite thing this week was when The Daddy and I were cuddling in bed and he suddenly jumped and exclaimed over the fact that he could feel her move through my stomach and his own. I have few clothes that fit, and fewer that are suitable in this weather, but I found a few things in the back of my closet, and bought just 3 dresses and one blouse to see me through the next 5 weeks. FIVE WEEKS! I go for my 35 week check up this week, and we will start sonograms to check the baby's position. I look at what is still to be done at home and at work to prepare, and am a little overwhelmed. Add to that, the Girl was 2 weeks early AND I was not tracking my periods, so am not positive when I got pregnant... So, really... anytime in the next few weeks could be it!... YIKES!
The girl is having dental work done and Daddy has called dibs on being the parent to go in the room with her. I am struggling to let go, and struggling to be ok with letting him be in control, and with the fact that since I can do NOTHING but sit and wait, we decided I should go to work that day and take the next day off to stay home with her. Really, the closer it gets, the less likely I think it will be that I will be ok not being there. I know it is not about me, and I trust that since this is the 3rd time she has been under general anesthesia, AND that it was me there the last two times, that she will be OK without me. The one thing I love most about the Daddy is that he is an amazing, attentive, sensitive father and I know he will do as well as I would meeting her needs that morning. But still, what if my baby asks for Mommy and I am not there???
August 2, 2010
gratitude
I am grateful for:
1. Good friends who will come through in a pinch when I need them.
2. A child care plan that came together quickly for my back-to-school week, after what I thought was going to be a workable plan did not work out. Reference number one.
3. A husband who calls when he finds himself unexpectedly in an situation he is not sure I would be ok with, just to check.
4. The ability to pay it forward.
5. Connecting with family far away.
6. Lots of rain this week. 'Cause I surely hate to water the outside plants!
7. The aggravating clutter in my house, because it indicates the abundance with which we are blessed.
1. Good friends who will come through in a pinch when I need them.
2. A child care plan that came together quickly for my back-to-school week, after what I thought was going to be a workable plan did not work out. Reference number one.
3. A husband who calls when he finds himself unexpectedly in an situation he is not sure I would be ok with, just to check.
4. The ability to pay it forward.
5. Connecting with family far away.
6. Lots of rain this week. 'Cause I surely hate to water the outside plants!
7. The aggravating clutter in my house, because it indicates the abundance with which we are blessed.
July 31, 2010
my loves and life
Yesterday, we spent quite some time on the phone, discussing things that are important in our marriage. It is interesting to me that these conversations usually happen over the phone when he is gone on business. Whether it is the missing each other, or the distractions that happen at home, I am not sure why it works out that these conversations are usually over the phone, but it is a joy to spend some time learning even more about each other, even after 8 years. I revel in some of the things I am told during these conversations, and am humbled by the amount of trust and open-ness, which he confesses he never envisioned having with anyone. I know I can share my inner-most soul, my deepest, darkest secrets, my every need with this man - and that there is no judgement, just understanding and compassion and love.
It is also lovely that, after almost a decade of knowing each other, there are still things to learn and appreciate about one another.
***
The Girl wrote "I love my Dad" for me on my pregnant belly to text to him, then decided she needed to get in on the action and drew all - and I mean ALL - over herself to text as well. He was laughing so hard when he called that I could barely understand him. It was priceless.
***
As we enter my 8th month of pregnancy, we are amazed at how fast my belly is popping out. I am working on rearranging rooms so that our girls (!!!) will share a room. Not an easy task when I am not to put more than 30 pounds of pressure on my abs. The friends who have offered to help have yet to arrive, and I am impatient a week later. I am so excited to have everything ready in case the Baby comes sooner than expected. And I cannot wait until Daddy gets home to go through the baby clothes and accessories, and the memories, as we pull out the things we saved 6 years ago. I want it perfect when he gets home (minus the painting parts, which will just have to wait).
It is also lovely that, after almost a decade of knowing each other, there are still things to learn and appreciate about one another.
***
The Girl wrote "I love my Dad" for me on my pregnant belly to text to him, then decided she needed to get in on the action and drew all - and I mean ALL - over herself to text as well. He was laughing so hard when he called that I could barely understand him. It was priceless.
***
As we enter my 8th month of pregnancy, we are amazed at how fast my belly is popping out. I am working on rearranging rooms so that our girls (!!!) will share a room. Not an easy task when I am not to put more than 30 pounds of pressure on my abs. The friends who have offered to help have yet to arrive, and I am impatient a week later. I am so excited to have everything ready in case the Baby comes sooner than expected. And I cannot wait until Daddy gets home to go through the baby clothes and accessories, and the memories, as we pull out the things we saved 6 years ago. I want it perfect when he gets home (minus the painting parts, which will just have to wait).
July 19, 2010
mommy guilt
I am reminded that I had an assignment this month in my book study group = to make a list of things I may have once felt guilty aobut, or things you may think I should feel guilty about, but are actually things I will not and do not feel guilty about:
1. That I had to be reminded to make the list.
2. That I let my child stay up late so that she will sleep in so that I can sleep in, during summer vaca.
3. That I hate to clean
4. That I tell my child no. A lot. even if she cries and tells me she hates me.
5. That I put my husband at the center.
6. That I have, on more than one occasion, placed myself on the other side of a locked door until my temper cooled.
7. That I have apologized to my 6-year old.
8. That I tell her the truth, as soon as she is old enough to ask the question.
9. That I allow her to watch TV while I nap
1. That I had to be reminded to make the list.
2. That I let my child stay up late so that she will sleep in so that I can sleep in, during summer vaca.
3. That I hate to clean
4. That I tell my child no. A lot. even if she cries and tells me she hates me.
5. That I put my husband at the center.
6. That I have, on more than one occasion, placed myself on the other side of a locked door until my temper cooled.
7. That I have apologized to my 6-year old.
8. That I tell her the truth, as soon as she is old enough to ask the question.
9. That I allow her to watch TV while I nap
July 18, 2010
The cat is away
Dropped Daddy at the airport at 6 AM. We were rushed, and therefore so was the goodbye. He'll be gone for 3 weeks. Sigh.
I came home and pulled the covers over my head for a few more hours, but since the girl did not, I was awakened during every commercial for an update on the action of whatever show happened to be on.
Once I was up, the requests for pizza began, as they do every time the Daddy is away - he is NOT a fan of pizza, so we get it once a month or so. I am envisioning lots of pizza over the next few weeks. Haha
***
Ok, so about the blame game. Truly hate it. I got blamed for something I'm 100% sure I did not do, but in order to keep the peace, simply apologized for "if it was my fault" and set about helping to fix the problem. No real issue there. But when the blame did not stop and started getting ugly, I chose to stand up for myself. Note to self: not worth it. But as the trivial incident erupted into ridiculous, I reflected on the finger pointing we all are prone to. And so often, we don't know a thing about what we are really talking about. There are two sides in any disagreement and if you do not open your heart to see that, then at least refrain from sharing your one-sided judgements with me.
And the day I can actually say that out loud instead of simply walking away will either be my finest hour or my Waterloo.
***
For the third or fourth year in a row, suicides among and homocides of veteran soldiers is at a record high. Just recently, we lost two more men my husband knew, one well, one an acquaintance. It makes me sick, sad, fearful. I know my husband is in as good a place emotionally as he can be right now, but there have been times of anxiety and depression. As we gear up for a new deployment, please keep these men and women in your prayers for their safe service, and safe, happy return to home.
Doesn't help that the sand around his last base was determined to contain toxic levels of several compounds that the native residents have developed tolerances to, but to which America soldiers are highly suseptible. *Surprise* And what is being done to treat these soldiers????? Yeah, that is what I thought.
***
Pizza is here.
Priorities. :)
Love, me
I came home and pulled the covers over my head for a few more hours, but since the girl did not, I was awakened during every commercial for an update on the action of whatever show happened to be on.
Once I was up, the requests for pizza began, as they do every time the Daddy is away - he is NOT a fan of pizza, so we get it once a month or so. I am envisioning lots of pizza over the next few weeks. Haha
***
Ok, so about the blame game. Truly hate it. I got blamed for something I'm 100% sure I did not do, but in order to keep the peace, simply apologized for "if it was my fault" and set about helping to fix the problem. No real issue there. But when the blame did not stop and started getting ugly, I chose to stand up for myself. Note to self: not worth it. But as the trivial incident erupted into ridiculous, I reflected on the finger pointing we all are prone to. And so often, we don't know a thing about what we are really talking about. There are two sides in any disagreement and if you do not open your heart to see that, then at least refrain from sharing your one-sided judgements with me.
And the day I can actually say that out loud instead of simply walking away will either be my finest hour or my Waterloo.
***
For the third or fourth year in a row, suicides among and homocides of veteran soldiers is at a record high. Just recently, we lost two more men my husband knew, one well, one an acquaintance. It makes me sick, sad, fearful. I know my husband is in as good a place emotionally as he can be right now, but there have been times of anxiety and depression. As we gear up for a new deployment, please keep these men and women in your prayers for their safe service, and safe, happy return to home.
Doesn't help that the sand around his last base was determined to contain toxic levels of several compounds that the native residents have developed tolerances to, but to which America soldiers are highly suseptible. *Surprise* And what is being done to treat these soldiers????? Yeah, that is what I thought.
***
Pizza is here.
Priorities. :)
Love, me
June 29, 2010
untitled
We are prepping for a week in the mountains. I know this is a trip we need to take, Daddy really wants to. But it has been a hard weekend as the Twin is in the forefront of his mind. His head dropped against me, his forehead on mine, his cheek to my shoulder, or his chin to my hair, with a sigh "I miss Scott," more often than I could count this last few days. He twitches in his sleep, which means he is having a bad dream, and as I gently wake him up, he whispers "Thank you" each time. I am not sure how he is going to do this weekend, and honestly, I am anxious. I wish he did not want to stay so long, frankly.
***
The Girl is going through a ridiculously sassy stage. If I have heard "I hate you," "You are the worst mommy ever," "I wish I was in a different family," once, I have heard it a thousand times lately. I am OVER it. I am SO ready to bust out the bar of soap. I would so appreciate a night off, but here is the reality: Moms rarely get those. I shudder to envision age 13 when age 6 looks like this. If you are reading, be aware you may get a call that she is on her way, with a FULL suitcase, at any moment, whether you are in Arizona, Colorado, Ohio, or Turkey. (Either that, or I am!!) :)
Be forewarned.
***
Went to the Dr yesterday. Alone, not good, because this time was a bit anxiety-provoking. Started out ok - I only gained one pound (which is a total gain of only 2 pounds since my first pregnancy visit!), my belly has grown 4 cm, my BP is great. However, the fetal heartrate was at 177. That is 27 bpm more than usual. If it peaks high like that, then drops to normal, that is good. But at the 3 minute mark, both the PA and I were starting to get anxious. "What did you eat?" "Have you had caffiene today?" and so on. Finally she says, lets get some more water in you, maybe you are just dehydrated. Did I mention I was not in the least bit thirsty??? But 4 glasses of water and 30 minutes later, I was scared when I suddenly broke out in a sweat. Head to toe, no glistening perspiration here, but full body soaked in a matter of seconds - in spite of air conditioning, water, deodorant - I had sweat dripping from every pore of my body - running down my stomach, my back, my legs - even my hair suddenly was soaked; it was awful. And frightening. I quickly told the nurse and they got me back into a room, and took my vitals. Turns out, two minutes later I was absolutely chilled to the bone.
However, my fetal signs all were back to normal. She was kicking normally as well. Doc hands me an apple juice and forbids me to leave just yet.
Turns out I was dehydrated, and did not even realize it. Then she determined my blood sugar was too low, causing the sweats and chills. (No one has ever told me I do not eat enough. Ever.) Another 20 minutes and we were both back to normal, and I was sent on my way with orders to take it easy the rest of the day and call if the sweats came back. Nice.
Fortunately, we both seem to be OK today - I feel good.
***
The Girl is going through a ridiculously sassy stage. If I have heard "I hate you," "You are the worst mommy ever," "I wish I was in a different family," once, I have heard it a thousand times lately. I am OVER it. I am SO ready to bust out the bar of soap. I would so appreciate a night off, but here is the reality: Moms rarely get those. I shudder to envision age 13 when age 6 looks like this. If you are reading, be aware you may get a call that she is on her way, with a FULL suitcase, at any moment, whether you are in Arizona, Colorado, Ohio, or Turkey. (Either that, or I am!!) :)
Be forewarned.
***
Went to the Dr yesterday. Alone, not good, because this time was a bit anxiety-provoking. Started out ok - I only gained one pound (which is a total gain of only 2 pounds since my first pregnancy visit!), my belly has grown 4 cm, my BP is great. However, the fetal heartrate was at 177. That is 27 bpm more than usual. If it peaks high like that, then drops to normal, that is good. But at the 3 minute mark, both the PA and I were starting to get anxious. "What did you eat?" "Have you had caffiene today?" and so on. Finally she says, lets get some more water in you, maybe you are just dehydrated. Did I mention I was not in the least bit thirsty??? But 4 glasses of water and 30 minutes later, I was scared when I suddenly broke out in a sweat. Head to toe, no glistening perspiration here, but full body soaked in a matter of seconds - in spite of air conditioning, water, deodorant - I had sweat dripping from every pore of my body - running down my stomach, my back, my legs - even my hair suddenly was soaked; it was awful. And frightening. I quickly told the nurse and they got me back into a room, and took my vitals. Turns out, two minutes later I was absolutely chilled to the bone.
However, my fetal signs all were back to normal. She was kicking normally as well. Doc hands me an apple juice and forbids me to leave just yet.
Turns out I was dehydrated, and did not even realize it. Then she determined my blood sugar was too low, causing the sweats and chills. (No one has ever told me I do not eat enough. Ever.) Another 20 minutes and we were both back to normal, and I was sent on my way with orders to take it easy the rest of the day and call if the sweats came back. Nice.
Fortunately, we both seem to be OK today - I feel good.
June 24, 2010
One of those days
It is one of those days where I feel disconnected, discombobulated, and isolated. I know it is the depression rearing its ugly head to see if I will give in - I won't - but that does not mean the tears aren't falling for no good reason anyway.
So that reminds me of the purpose - the gratitude I started this page acknowledging:
1. The fresh new life burrowed under my heart, kicking with strength and regularity, reminding me she is growing strong and healthy
2. Jobs, in this uncertain economy where so many who are looking cannot find one.
3. The Daddy is home for a while as orders have changed and been shifted around.
4. The Daddy is NOT leaving for Iraq next month, thanks to the CO, who says the team is not ready. Surprise! We didn't even know the option to go so soon was on the table.
5. The Girl who MUST have a little mermaid in her, as she always claims. She is my water baby - swimming the width of the Grandparent's pool underwater. Just all of a sudden she decided to do it. Alrighty then.
6. The ache in my bum and my triceps, telling me the workouts are having some effect.
Ok, that worked, eyes are dry.
Love-me
So that reminds me of the purpose - the gratitude I started this page acknowledging:
1. The fresh new life burrowed under my heart, kicking with strength and regularity, reminding me she is growing strong and healthy
2. Jobs, in this uncertain economy where so many who are looking cannot find one.
3. The Daddy is home for a while as orders have changed and been shifted around.
4. The Daddy is NOT leaving for Iraq next month, thanks to the CO, who says the team is not ready. Surprise! We didn't even know the option to go so soon was on the table.
5. The Girl who MUST have a little mermaid in her, as she always claims. She is my water baby - swimming the width of the Grandparent's pool underwater. Just all of a sudden she decided to do it. Alrighty then.
6. The ache in my bum and my triceps, telling me the workouts are having some effect.
Ok, that worked, eyes are dry.
Love-me
June 19, 2010
Reflections
I look in the mirror.
I see the woman:
the mother,
the wife,
the sister,
the daughter,
the friend,
the aunt,
the teacher...
I see me.
Sometimes that glass darkens
and blurrs
and I forget
to look through the poorly reflected image
to the real me,
the one inside.
The one that needs to take time
to be the wife
and mother
first.
The one that cries
tears of joy,
tears of anger,
tears of sadness
so easily
But forgets to laugh
It is time to forget
those tears of anger
tears of sadness
meaningless chores
and imposed responsibilities.
To forget what others say
I need
and meet my own needs
chase my own dreams
Find the woman
behind
the
reflection
I see the woman:
the mother,
the wife,
the sister,
the daughter,
the friend,
the aunt,
the teacher...
I see me.
Sometimes that glass darkens
and blurrs
and I forget
to look through the poorly reflected image
to the real me,
the one inside.
The one that needs to take time
to be the wife
and mother
first.
The one that cries
tears of joy,
tears of anger,
tears of sadness
so easily
But forgets to laugh
It is time to forget
those tears of anger
tears of sadness
meaningless chores
and imposed responsibilities.
To forget what others say
I need
and meet my own needs
chase my own dreams
Find the woman
behind
the
reflection
June 18, 2010
Hotel living
I think we have spent more time living in hotels than at home the last few weeks, and I know it is true for the Daddy. There is something exciting about leaving home with your suitcase to try something new for a few days.
There is something even better about coming home and sleeping in your own bed.
We have run the gamit of hotels lately - from the surprisingly nice Motel 6 at Disneyland to the bare-bones, no frills base hotel, to the dirty dive the troops were moved to, to the posh resort the Girl and I were treated during my work conference.
One thing that remains the same however, is if there is a pool, mija is happy. Especially if she has some friends to swim with. She can make a friend anywhere - in that way only young children can.
It makes me think of my childhood penpal - whom I met at a pool in North Carolina where we were both on vacation with our families, and both about 10 years old. We have recently connected on Facebook - and it was so bizzarre! We don't know who we know in common, and I did not have her email, but one day she mysteriously popped up on my "You may know..." list. It has been fun to reconnect.
There is something even better about coming home and sleeping in your own bed.
We have run the gamit of hotels lately - from the surprisingly nice Motel 6 at Disneyland to the bare-bones, no frills base hotel, to the dirty dive the troops were moved to, to the posh resort the Girl and I were treated during my work conference.
One thing that remains the same however, is if there is a pool, mija is happy. Especially if she has some friends to swim with. She can make a friend anywhere - in that way only young children can.
It makes me think of my childhood penpal - whom I met at a pool in North Carolina where we were both on vacation with our families, and both about 10 years old. We have recently connected on Facebook - and it was so bizzarre! We don't know who we know in common, and I did not have her email, but one day she mysteriously popped up on my "You may know..." list. It has been fun to reconnect.
June 10, 2010
Misc random odds and ends
Nuh uh. Really? REALLY? REALLY? REALLY? PUKE! Ok, now that I got that off my chest... moving on.
Had fun yesterday helping a friend pick colors and a pattern for a new kids-room paint job. Couldn't stay for the painting, due to the fumes, but can't wait to see the finished project.
Will be helping the Girl fix up her doll-house that was made by my husband's grandfather for his mother when she was a girl. It was a belated birthday gift, and has spent some time in the heat in her shed, so it needs some TLC -- splintered wood, peedling paint. But what a keepsake. My dollhouse was thrown away -- without my permission -- after I moved into my first apartment. But what fond memories I have of working with my parents to make it just how I wanted it - complete with curtains, carpet and the works - and then hours playing with it.
Finally heard from my hubs after several days of no contact - I hate that! - of course I was sound asleep when he finally texted for the first time this week, but he told me when to be on stand-by for a phone call. It is like when he deployed and would email me what time he would be able to call... Gee, such memories. And foreshadowing of the good times to come. (Read lots of sacrasm into that tone!)
Gearing up for a conference out to town - complete with a nanny in tow, since Daddy can't come - at a posh resort. Looking forward to it. Attending with my boss, so that should be interesting!
Got invited to a "passion party" tonight; no sitter yet so not sure if I am going, but those things are hysterical. I hosted one when Daddy's unit was returning home, for the wives club. I also hosted a Pampered Chef party once. They sell way more at passion parties, FYI, for I saw the final sales figures for both events. Just an observation.
Lots to do today, so I am off-
Love, me
Had fun yesterday helping a friend pick colors and a pattern for a new kids-room paint job. Couldn't stay for the painting, due to the fumes, but can't wait to see the finished project.
Will be helping the Girl fix up her doll-house that was made by my husband's grandfather for his mother when she was a girl. It was a belated birthday gift, and has spent some time in the heat in her shed, so it needs some TLC -- splintered wood, peedling paint. But what a keepsake. My dollhouse was thrown away -- without my permission -- after I moved into my first apartment. But what fond memories I have of working with my parents to make it just how I wanted it - complete with curtains, carpet and the works - and then hours playing with it.
Finally heard from my hubs after several days of no contact - I hate that! - of course I was sound asleep when he finally texted for the first time this week, but he told me when to be on stand-by for a phone call. It is like when he deployed and would email me what time he would be able to call... Gee, such memories. And foreshadowing of the good times to come. (Read lots of sacrasm into that tone!)
Gearing up for a conference out to town - complete with a nanny in tow, since Daddy can't come - at a posh resort. Looking forward to it. Attending with my boss, so that should be interesting!
Got invited to a "passion party" tonight; no sitter yet so not sure if I am going, but those things are hysterical. I hosted one when Daddy's unit was returning home, for the wives club. I also hosted a Pampered Chef party once. They sell way more at passion parties, FYI, for I saw the final sales figures for both events. Just an observation.
Lots to do today, so I am off-
Love, me
June 4, 2010
Promise kept 3
Waiting to begin Kinder Graduation.
A is for the Alephabet we practiced eveyday!
My Future is so Bright...
My baby goes to first grade!!
Promise kept 2
The Girl takes on the Daddy in a swordfight!
Ignore my crooked hat. You can tell a BOY took the picture. :)
Now THAT is a belly shot. Hey Baby!
(Yep, hat still crooked. Same photographer)
Promise kept 1
We are really at Disneyland?!?!
Can I meet a princess? (Or 3?)
Apparently you learn the pose at Princess School.
And even Daddy got a little princess action. He doesn't look TOO disappointed that it is not Ariel or Cinderella, does he?
Yep, baby belly! Hi Tori!
The pics are out of order - this is when we first arrived - The Girl still does not know where we are.
We had a blast!!
Gone 8 hours
He has been gone 8 hours and I am lonely already. Silly, I know, because if it were a normal week, he'd be at work anyway. There is something about knowing he will be gone most of the summer that makes this first day so lonely. And NO ONE is answering their phone GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I know he is feeling it too, since he asked if I minded if he spend the gas money to come home a couple of times - even if just to sleep. Please do! And once the FARP is set up and they get a routine going, would we come down and stay at a nearby hotel for a few days so we can catch a few hours together. Yes please!
I look around and there are signs of his disorganized, hasty exit at 3:30 this morning. I remember him waking me up to say goodbye, and asking me some questions - I remember neither the questions nor the answers, so I am not sure how reliable those answers might have been... My couch is covered with discarded ACU's, apparently neither needed nor wanted this time... the loveseat strewn with extra laundry he washed but did not take... My phone blips with text messages, and I jump to see if one is from him.
I remember teasing a friend when she complained she missed her husband so much that she was a bit depressed when he had been gone a week, and I swore in my independance that would never be me. HA.
UPDATE: He called as I posted this and asked me to come down for the night. No sitters available, so the girl goes too, begging to be left behind! Too last minute to make it work for an overnight for her, but next time!
I know he is feeling it too, since he asked if I minded if he spend the gas money to come home a couple of times - even if just to sleep. Please do! And once the FARP is set up and they get a routine going, would we come down and stay at a nearby hotel for a few days so we can catch a few hours together. Yes please!
I look around and there are signs of his disorganized, hasty exit at 3:30 this morning. I remember him waking me up to say goodbye, and asking me some questions - I remember neither the questions nor the answers, so I am not sure how reliable those answers might have been... My couch is covered with discarded ACU's, apparently neither needed nor wanted this time... the loveseat strewn with extra laundry he washed but did not take... My phone blips with text messages, and I jump to see if one is from him.
I remember teasing a friend when she complained she missed her husband so much that she was a bit depressed when he had been gone a week, and I swore in my independance that would never be me. HA.
UPDATE: He called as I posted this and asked me to come down for the night. No sitters available, so the girl goes too, begging to be left behind! Too last minute to make it work for an overnight for her, but next time!
June 3, 2010
The recap and recovery
We left the house around midnight, slept in the truck for an hour around 4 AM and rolled into our hotel at 6 AM. Dad and I slept for a few hours and then we walked to Disneyland.
The trip was a blast. The girl took FOREVER to figure out where we were - but once she did, she wason cloud nine. The weather was beautiful, overcast and comfortable. We beat the summer rush, so the lines were pretty short everywhere. She got to meet the princesses and get autographs. Daddy got his Goofy pirate hat (and wore it camping - hahaha). It was fun to hear the Daddy reminisce about the last trip he took there - fifteen or twenty years ago - with his sisters and their families. (Court - he thinks you were about the Girl's age). The Girl and I got to wear our buttons, proudly proclaiming us to be first time visiters.
I wasn't able to participate in everything, but it was a true joy to watch my husband and daughter wave from the top of the Matterhorn and shout my name from the top of Tarzan's tree house (I sat out on trip number two to the top). I never knew - until I was a mother - the joy that could be had from being left behind and watching your child experience independence and joy.
We stayed until they kicked us out, grabbed some late dinner on the way back to the hotel, and slept. And slept. And slept. Until past checkout time. Oops. They were pretty nice about it though - anf fortunately very forgiving.
Then off to camp. And the chaos that accompanies living out of a tent. And midnight nightmares. Of the 6-year-old variety. Screaming. In a tent. About bugs. We tried "Daddy used special no-bug medicine on your sleeping bag." "Trade pillows with mommy - there are no bugs on mine." "WAKE UP!" All to to avail.
"Did your daughter have a nightmare last night?" Yes, what was your first clue? Besides that she woke you up screaming from 3 tents away?
Poor baby. She is nightmare prone - night terrors when she was smaller, and she has the recurring "bug" nightmare - we think she gets it when she starts a growth spurt. She just doesn't feel right in her own skin and the only way she can describe it is "bugs on her."
She got to play in a "boxing tournament" - by which she means "boffer tournament" - which is the nickname we give to foam swords for the kids to use- she had a ball with the other kids and the daddies. We also got to shoot in an archery tournament together, and the MOMMY got a bull's eye! Yay me!
We made it home in one piece, and I talked Daddy into parking the truck in the backyard and going straight to bed - which left me unpacking what I could.
I am buried in suitcases, camping gear, laundry and mementos. My house looks like a hurricane hit, as I unpack, and Daddy packs to leave tonight for 3 weeks of training. My SIL just texted and invited me to visit while he is gone, but I am pretty sure the Daddy would be awfully jealous!
I promise pics a lot, but I am too tired to search for the camera right now, so give ma a few days and I will overwhelm you!
:) With love-
The Mommy
The trip was a blast. The girl took FOREVER to figure out where we were - but once she did, she wason cloud nine. The weather was beautiful, overcast and comfortable. We beat the summer rush, so the lines were pretty short everywhere. She got to meet the princesses and get autographs. Daddy got his Goofy pirate hat (and wore it camping - hahaha). It was fun to hear the Daddy reminisce about the last trip he took there - fifteen or twenty years ago - with his sisters and their families. (Court - he thinks you were about the Girl's age). The Girl and I got to wear our buttons, proudly proclaiming us to be first time visiters.
I wasn't able to participate in everything, but it was a true joy to watch my husband and daughter wave from the top of the Matterhorn and shout my name from the top of Tarzan's tree house (I sat out on trip number two to the top). I never knew - until I was a mother - the joy that could be had from being left behind and watching your child experience independence and joy.
We stayed until they kicked us out, grabbed some late dinner on the way back to the hotel, and slept. And slept. And slept. Until past checkout time. Oops. They were pretty nice about it though - anf fortunately very forgiving.
Then off to camp. And the chaos that accompanies living out of a tent. And midnight nightmares. Of the 6-year-old variety. Screaming. In a tent. About bugs. We tried "Daddy used special no-bug medicine on your sleeping bag." "Trade pillows with mommy - there are no bugs on mine." "WAKE UP!" All to to avail.
"Did your daughter have a nightmare last night?" Yes, what was your first clue? Besides that she woke you up screaming from 3 tents away?
Poor baby. She is nightmare prone - night terrors when she was smaller, and she has the recurring "bug" nightmare - we think she gets it when she starts a growth spurt. She just doesn't feel right in her own skin and the only way she can describe it is "bugs on her."
She got to play in a "boxing tournament" - by which she means "boffer tournament" - which is the nickname we give to foam swords for the kids to use- she had a ball with the other kids and the daddies. We also got to shoot in an archery tournament together, and the MOMMY got a bull's eye! Yay me!
We made it home in one piece, and I talked Daddy into parking the truck in the backyard and going straight to bed - which left me unpacking what I could.
I am buried in suitcases, camping gear, laundry and mementos. My house looks like a hurricane hit, as I unpack, and Daddy packs to leave tonight for 3 weeks of training. My SIL just texted and invited me to visit while he is gone, but I am pretty sure the Daddy would be awfully jealous!
I promise pics a lot, but I am too tired to search for the camera right now, so give ma a few days and I will overwhelm you!
:) With love-
The Mommy
May 26, 2010
Vacation!
Well, vacation is here! We leave tonight. Unless we can sneak a weekend away, this will be our only vacation this summer - not counting the family trip to scatter Twin's ashes in the mountains (I am just not sure that is goign to feel like vacation at all). We are surprising the Girl with a trip to DisneyLand tomorrow! She knows we are goin g camping with our friends this weekend, but Daddy was able to get an extra day added to his Memorial Day long-weekend, so we leave tonight when he gets home from work and tomorrow morning, we are dragging her to The Happiest Place!
This is a hard secret to keep. She can spell, so that does not help when trying to talk to other adults to make plans. I have had to lock her out of the bathroom so I could make my calls, get on-line when she is not paying attention, etc. Daddy ALMOST blew it last night, but she was so wound up she did not hear him say the D world. I even passed a note explaining exactly what I wanted to purchase to the teller at the MWR where I bought the tickets, with a smile on my face and "Please help me keep our secret," so she wouldn't think I was trying to rob her! The Girl was dancing around saying, "Give me a hint, give me hint," as the teller and I burst out laughing -- the entire office was decorated with Mickey Mouse paraphenalia! "No hints, sissy!" I replied.
Yesterday and today are errand and packing days - tires to rotate and oil to change, fill the gas tank and vacuum out the car, packing for the 2 distinct halves of our trip, a cooler to buy, and if time gets short and I still can't find the missing camp crate - a tarp, an air pump, a flashlight, stakes... The camping part is one of our historical recration events, so in addition to all the traditional camping gear, I also need to finish packing for all three of us and altering (letting out hems!) the Girl's costumes, pack both day (warm weather) and night (cool weather) costumes and real clothes...
I better go get started!!!
This is a hard secret to keep. She can spell, so that does not help when trying to talk to other adults to make plans. I have had to lock her out of the bathroom so I could make my calls, get on-line when she is not paying attention, etc. Daddy ALMOST blew it last night, but she was so wound up she did not hear him say the D world. I even passed a note explaining exactly what I wanted to purchase to the teller at the MWR where I bought the tickets, with a smile on my face and "Please help me keep our secret," so she wouldn't think I was trying to rob her! The Girl was dancing around saying, "Give me a hint, give me hint," as the teller and I burst out laughing -- the entire office was decorated with Mickey Mouse paraphenalia! "No hints, sissy!" I replied.
Yesterday and today are errand and packing days - tires to rotate and oil to change, fill the gas tank and vacuum out the car, packing for the 2 distinct halves of our trip, a cooler to buy, and if time gets short and I still can't find the missing camp crate - a tarp, an air pump, a flashlight, stakes... The camping part is one of our historical recration events, so in addition to all the traditional camping gear, I also need to finish packing for all three of us and altering (letting out hems!) the Girl's costumes, pack both day (warm weather) and night (cool weather) costumes and real clothes...
I better go get started!!!
May 20, 2010
Last day of school
Kindergarten is officially over. Today the girl got to meet her first greade teacher and spend some time in her first grade classroom. We had a promotion ceremony/performance for the Kinders on Tuesday. My girl was the letter A in "Kindergarten": "A is for the ABCs that we practiced every day," she announced with such excitement the audience cracked up. When she put on the sunglasses to sing "My Future's so Bright" and "Hit the Road Jack", I had to laugh.
But when I made eye contact with the daddy, I lost it. Tears of joy, of pride, of sentiment welled up. My baby just started Kindergarted a minute ago. And just yesterday, she was learning to walk. And the day before that, I found out I was pregnant. How does the time go so fast?!?
But when I made eye contact with the daddy, I lost it. Tears of joy, of pride, of sentiment welled up. My baby just started Kindergarted a minute ago. And just yesterday, she was learning to walk. And the day before that, I found out I was pregnant. How does the time go so fast?!?
May 18, 2010
love and gratitude
1. My husband randomly calls out "Love you" through the house, especially when I am in another room. Makes me giddy. Our daughter does it now too.
2. He also kisses random body parts as he walks by - whatever is in reach - foot, shoulder, arm... whatever is conveniently close.
3. We are planning a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth. Don't tell - it is a secret.
4. The Girl was promoted to first grade today. OH MY
5. School is out this Thursday.
6. My June conference is at a very posh resort. One of the only 5 star resorts in Arizona. Good thing neither I nor the school district has to pay for it.
7. The technology teacher had the type of video tape I need for this afternoon. No rush to the store for me and good thing, since I do not have time.
2. He also kisses random body parts as he walks by - whatever is in reach - foot, shoulder, arm... whatever is conveniently close.
3. We are planning a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth. Don't tell - it is a secret.
4. The Girl was promoted to first grade today. OH MY
5. School is out this Thursday.
6. My June conference is at a very posh resort. One of the only 5 star resorts in Arizona. Good thing neither I nor the school district has to pay for it.
7. The technology teacher had the type of video tape I need for this afternoon. No rush to the store for me and good thing, since I do not have time.
May 15, 2010
she is brilliant
Have I shared that the Girl is gifted? Duh, right, every mom thinks that. No, seriously. After repeated recommendations from other teachers, I finally requested that she be tested. Yep, scientifically speaking, she is gifted, and will be started gifted classes next fall.
My child, she pretended she could not read so that I would read to her. Nope, says her teacher, make her read - she reads for me all the time. Typical, says the gifted teacher, school comes easy, so even at her age they will take the easy way out since they don't have to work as hard to be successful. HMMMPF. We will see how often we fall for this!
Thinks outside the box all the time. Wish I could think of an example, but I actually get how her mind works, so she does not often catch me totally off guard - I can usually see the connections. But this is what made the other teachers start advising we get testing.
Today I said something about dinosaurs and cavemen while reading a story (this is a cherished part of our evening, whether she can read the book on her own or not). She rolled her eyes and told me, "mom, they never lived at the same time. maybe a caveman found a fossil or something, but that is it." Shheeeesh.
My child, she pretended she could not read so that I would read to her. Nope, says her teacher, make her read - she reads for me all the time. Typical, says the gifted teacher, school comes easy, so even at her age they will take the easy way out since they don't have to work as hard to be successful. HMMMPF. We will see how often we fall for this!
Thinks outside the box all the time. Wish I could think of an example, but I actually get how her mind works, so she does not often catch me totally off guard - I can usually see the connections. But this is what made the other teachers start advising we get testing.
Today I said something about dinosaurs and cavemen while reading a story (this is a cherished part of our evening, whether she can read the book on her own or not). She rolled her eyes and told me, "mom, they never lived at the same time. maybe a caveman found a fossil or something, but that is it." Shheeeesh.
May 10, 2010
the weekend in review
Friday afternoon started with a request from the Daddy to meet him at the RV dealership. No, we did not buy anything, but his parents did. Very nice.
Then he had to go in to work, but upon talking to the crew chief, realized he could not do alone what they needed him to do, so he started making phonecalls. Ended up that his brother was available, but we though he had his kids, so off to the in-laws I went to mind all the children, only to find out the children were not there. Home again for the girl and me, off to work until well after I was in bed went the Daddy.
Saturday, we had lunch out for Mother's Day, since I refuse to see the joy in fighting the crowds at any restuarant on Mother's Day Sunday. Then back to ohh and ah over the RV and to swim at the in-laws.
Then he had to go in to work, but upon talking to the crew chief, realized he could not do alone what they needed him to do, so he started making phonecalls. Ended up that his brother was available, but we though he had his kids, so off to the in-laws I went to mind all the children, only to find out the children were not there. Home again for the girl and me, off to work until well after I was in bed went the Daddy.
Saturday, we had lunch out for Mother's Day, since I refuse to see the joy in fighting the crowds at any restuarant on Mother's Day Sunday. Then back to ohh and ah over the RV and to swim at the in-laws.
May 6, 2010
coincidence
is it weird I got the same Mothers day card in the mail as the one I sent in the mail today?
May 4, 2010
this and that and the other
- Sitting in an assembly today, the teacher next to me starts to giggle. "What?" I ask. She points to my belly and we both watch it roll and pulsate. The polka dot dress made it especially funny.
- I was more dressed up than usual one day last week, and one of my 7th grade boys says, "Your husband is a lucky man." (Duh.) :)
- I only have to wake up on 2 more Mondays before summer break.
- I gained 5 pounds in the last 5 weeks. No way that is all baby.
- I have been asked to attend a second conference this summer. This one is paid, and in town. Child care still an issue. Why is that always the Mommy's job to figure out?
- Today is Teacher Appreciation day. I am not feeling very appreciated. Maybe free dinner at Applebees will help. Doubtful, though.
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