A few nights ago, while I was washing dishes and my boys were looking for some entertainment, I introduced them to the joys of percussion.
Armed with only 2 sets of chopsticks, a muffin tin turned upside-down, and a few cups, they performed concert after concert for each other in the stairwell while I kept busy in the kitchen.
It went like this: Zeke, seated on the bottom step w/his "instruments" a few steps above, would tap the chopsticks together and count off "a one, two, free, four", then bang, clang, and clink his way through one musical number then another. When he felt finished, he'd turn to Elijah (who had been seated in a little chair beside the stairs) and say "Now you cwap fo me Yai-jah!" At which time Elijah would clap politely and say a few kind words like "nice job Zeke" or "Woohoo". Zeke would then turn and wave, saying "fank you, fank you, fank you". And on and on it went. They took turns, switching places, alternatively clapping and cheering for each other.
45 minutes later, Elijah was tired of the routine but Ezekiel was not. So he employed Manny as his new audience member. And the pattern repeated again.
And that is how I kept the children out of my hair while I cleaned the kitchen. {I wish I had a photo, but my hands were soapy.}
The End.
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Monday, December 2, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Sometimes in the Spring
It has been so discouragingly cold this Spring. We've been desperate for a good warm day to play outside. But FINALLY, this past week we've reached the high 60's and low 70's. We are sooo thankful! Plus, I've been itching to get outside and take some Springtime pictures of my boys. So this morning we were able enjoy some time outdoors, picking "andy-ions" and digging in the rocks.
Ms. Katrina came today too for Zeke's speech therapy. We all really appreciate her so much. I cannot believe the progress my little Zeke has made with her help. It's amazing that just 9 months ago he was only using 4 "real" words and now he jabbers constantly. He still has lots of work to do, but I can understand him now and he's able to communicate his needs. He's doing wonderfully and I am so proud. I'm kind of dreading the time when he no longer gets to have a weekly playdate with Ms."Trina". He loves her so much.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Quiet Evenings
Since Manny has been working evenings for quite a while, the boys and I have developed a pretty nice pre-bedtime routine. After a supper and baths, they get in their pjs and we hang out (sometimes in Mommy's 'big bed') reading books or playing cars, or trains, or whatever catches their attention. Tonight's reading selection included some favorites: The Big Red Barn, Goodnight Moon, In The Tall, Tall Grass, Pano (the train), One Fish Two Fish, and Are You My Mother?. Audience members tonight included: Little Duck, Meduim Duck, White Duck, Red Angry Bird, and Red Angry Star Wars Bird. They were expecially cuddly and sweet with each other so I grabbed my camera and snapped a few. These quiet moments are kind of rare.
Monday, May 16, 2011
What's up around here.
Yesterday Ezekiel figured out how to pull up on furniture. Oh yay.
The boys spent the last half-hour of their day before bedtime chasing each other around in circles. It was hilarious to watch. They giggled their faces off. I love that they can interact so much more now.
My parents are building an in-ground pool, which will hopefully be finished by mid-June! We are all pretty much over-the-moon excited about it! Elijah keeps asking if today is the day the excavator comes.
Manny started physical therapy for his hand/wrist. {Please, please, please let it work.} I need him back up and running.
I borrowed some Kindergarten home school materials from my friend at church.... reading, spelling, and math. Elijah and I are going to start it in the next few days and work on it at our leisure this Summer so he has a head-start for Preschool this Fall.
I like the face6ook cut-back I've been implementing. It feels good.
Oh yeah, and my boys are enjoying their Grandma's pond very much this year. :) Elijah has to often remind Ezekiel not to "Eat the allergy".
The boys spent the last half-hour of their day before bedtime chasing each other around in circles. It was hilarious to watch. They giggled their faces off. I love that they can interact so much more now.
My parents are building an in-ground pool, which will hopefully be finished by mid-June! We are all pretty much over-the-moon excited about it! Elijah keeps asking if today is the day the excavator comes.
Manny started physical therapy for his hand/wrist. {Please, please, please let it work.} I need him back up and running.
I borrowed some Kindergarten home school materials from my friend at church.... reading, spelling, and math. Elijah and I are going to start it in the next few days and work on it at our leisure this Summer so he has a head-start for Preschool this Fall.
I like the face6ook cut-back I've been implementing. It feels good.
Oh yeah, and my boys are enjoying their Grandma's pond very much this year. :) Elijah has to often remind Ezekiel not to "Eat the allergy".
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Dinner time noise.
Elijah doesn't eat much. (he takes after his Grandma in that) He'll go several days surviving only on spoons full of peanut butter, carrots, and popcorn. He's just too busy to be bothered with food. It seems like I have to force him on those days to put a morsel in his mouth. Then about every third day he's on an eating frenzy.
Yesterday and the day before I think he opened his mouth for a bite maybe half a dozen times. By supper last night I was desperate. I bribed him with Nutella. For every 5 bites of corn on the cob he ate he could have 1 vanilla wafer with Nutella on it. He took the bait and ended up finishing almost a whole ear! I call that success. We take baby steps. :)
Zeke, however, devoured the corn! (Yet another evidence that my boys are polar opposites!) I gave him my almost-finished cob to gnaw on. He loved it! So much, in fact, that he grunted and squealed his way through the meal. And sucked the thing dry. Zeke was making such a ruckus, banging the corn on his try and voicing his delight, that at one point the rest of us couldn't hear each other talk around the table.
Poor Elijah was trying to tell a story. He kept having to repeat himself and became exasperated, speaking louder and louder. Finally he threw his hands in the air, turned to Zeke, pointed at him sharply and said "sh" (The way Cesar Milan does to his dogs... the way we do to our dogs when they get too excited or noisy.) Zeke quieted for half a second, then resumed his cacophony. Mom and I had to restrain our laughter over Elijah's attempt.
It works with the dogs, after all. Little brothers... not so much.
Yesterday and the day before I think he opened his mouth for a bite maybe half a dozen times. By supper last night I was desperate. I bribed him with Nutella. For every 5 bites of corn on the cob he ate he could have 1 vanilla wafer with Nutella on it. He took the bait and ended up finishing almost a whole ear! I call that success. We take baby steps. :)
Zeke, however, devoured the corn! (Yet another evidence that my boys are polar opposites!) I gave him my almost-finished cob to gnaw on. He loved it! So much, in fact, that he grunted and squealed his way through the meal. And sucked the thing dry. Zeke was making such a ruckus, banging the corn on his try and voicing his delight, that at one point the rest of us couldn't hear each other talk around the table.
Poor Elijah was trying to tell a story. He kept having to repeat himself and became exasperated, speaking louder and louder. Finally he threw his hands in the air, turned to Zeke, pointed at him sharply and said "sh" (The way Cesar Milan does to his dogs... the way we do to our dogs when they get too excited or noisy.) Zeke quieted for half a second, then resumed his cacophony. Mom and I had to restrain our laughter over Elijah's attempt.
It works with the dogs, after all. Little brothers... not so much.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Aw, crap! (but not how you might think)
So I've had my dog, Annie, for 5 years now. We adopted her when she was a little older, so she came to us house-trained. She's never chewed anything besides wooden clothes pins and her chew toys. She's never had any accidents in the house either. And she never barks. Seriously, I think I can count on 1 hand the number of times I've heard her bark since we've had her. She's a great dog. But...
But, good golly, she must have eaten something.
Something rotten, and dead, and possibly radio-active.
Because when Elijah and I went downstairs this morning to grab the baby wipes I smelled SOMETHING. I figured she was just extra gassy. But the closer I got to the dining room I could tell... this was no ordinary dog fart.
I let her outside quickly, but the smell remained. I could not imagine she would have made a mess in the house. She's never done that before. But as the source of the odor beckoned me closer and closer to the dining room rug I could deny the truth no longer.
To say she made a "lil mess" would be like saying Chernobyl was a "lil accident" or "Houston, we have a lil problem."
I'm going to spare you the details, but suffice it to say a lesser woman (or a man) would have surely perished in the aftermath! I sent Elijah upstairs so 1) he would be spared the images and smells, 2) he would stay out of my clean-up path, and 3) he didn't need to see me in my HAZMAT suit anyway.
Once the carpet was sufficiently scrubbed, and Lysol filled every cubic inch of air downstairs, I headed back up to Zeke's bedroom, where I left him laying in his diaper (remember, I came down to get the wipes originally?). I made it half-way up the stairs when another smell hit my nostrils. This time it was pleasant (thankfully!) and I recognized it as the scent of Ezekiel's bedtime lavender lotion. It took me .0128 seconds to realize the reason I was smelling it. Elijah. I loudly called out, "Elijah, whatever you are doing... STOP NOW." while sprinting the remaining distance up stairs and to Zeke's room.
I found Ezekiel laying on the changing mat on the floor, laughing, kicking, and enjoying a nice massage from his brother. His very helpful brother, who had taken it upon himself to remove the lid from the giant lotion bottle and turn it upside down over Ezekiel's tummy. He was covered from head to toe in fragrant, slippery goodness. They were both having the time of their lives. When I asked Elijah just what he thinks he's doing he replied, "I'm just buttering Zeke up!" At least he's mindful of his brother's skin care needs.
So I called their Daddy into the room, informed him that I've just scraped up a pile of dog crap and think I've done my fair share of clean-up for this morning, so this one's all him.
And then I left for work.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
my boys
Ezekiel found his feet a few days ago. I love the way he grabs them and tries to put them in his mouth. He's succeeded a few times. From what I hear, toes make excellent teethers. Speaking of grabbing things... he's really getting better at controlling his hands. He's able to grasp things on purpose and put them where he wants them - which of course is in his mouth! And that's because he's still working on those stinking teeth! I swear this teething business has been going on since he was 8 weeks old. Bless his baby heart. I can't say that I'm really looking forward to them breaking through however, because that means OUCH for Mommy. He already clamps down pretty hard sometimes while nursing. A few times I've even yelped. Yes'sir, those gums have hard bone under them. Just like a snapping turtle!
This week my parents are on a little vacation (more on why later) to Texas so we're scrambling to have other people watch the boys. You know, because my Mom normally keeps them while I'm at work. So this week Manny has them part of the time and my Grandma Theresa has them part of the time. Except Manny is "deathly" ill with cough, cold, fever, chills, body aches. Yeah, so that's not working out so well. I don't even want to think about poor Ezekiel catching whatever Manny has. Thankfully Ragon is staying with us so she's able to help out. And boy, has she been a tremendous help!
Yesterday Grandma gave Zeke all his lunchtime bottle (I pump at work... oh joy.) and when he was still sucking "like no tomorrow" [her words] she heated up the second one and he finished that too! Conclusion: my baby is ready for cereal. I'm going to try giving him some tonight and see how he does. He's 5 and 1/2 months now so it's just about time. I was going to wait until 6 months, but we're pretty close. Something tells me I'll have a picture or two of the occasion to share.
Now Elijah... or should I say Frosty? Because that's what he goes by these days. Either Frosty, or Lightning McQueen, or Mater, or Thomas. And depending upon his identity at the moment he insists that Ezekiel and I go by corresponding names. Like when he's Thomas, Zeke is Percy and I'm Lady. (It's pretty funny when he says "Hey Lady do you want to such and such....") Or when he's Lightning, I'm Miss Sally, and Zeke is Mater. You get the idea. So yesterday he was Frosty, faithfully, ALL DAY LONG. And he will not give you the time of day unless you acknowledge the fact. And have I mentioned that he dictates a play-by-play dialogue for us?
It goes like this: "Hey Mom, I'm Frosty! I'm going to eat a carrot for breakfast because I LOOOOVE carrots. My nose is made out of a carrot. Hey Mom, can you say 'Oh, that's great, Frosty. Carrots are good for you, Frosty.'? Mom, say that!"
And that's the scene all day long. Just in variations. It's fun for oh, ten minutes. Then it gets a little tiresome and I have to remind "Frosty" that I'm the Mommy and I'll say what's on my mind, not on his mind. And that's more fun anyway because it keeps him on his toes, not knowing what I'm going to say next, rather than sticking to the script. I do play along most of the time though, just because I love him so much and some of the things he comes up with are so funny and creative.
The other night he came to me in the kitchen after reading a book with Aunt Ragon. He said "Mom, I need you to help me get on the computer." Of course I said "absolutely not." Then he said "But Mom, I need to look up Chuck and Friends dot com. Mom I neeeeeed to." Turns out this is the website mentioned on the back of the book they were reading.
Yesterday at Grandma's house I informed him it was time to pick up toys and get ready to leave. He threw his hands down to his side, dropped his head dramatically and said "You've got to be kidding me!" (I wonder where he gets his melodrama!?) :)
This week my parents are on a little vacation (more on why later) to Texas so we're scrambling to have other people watch the boys. You know, because my Mom normally keeps them while I'm at work. So this week Manny has them part of the time and my Grandma Theresa has them part of the time. Except Manny is "deathly" ill with cough, cold, fever, chills, body aches. Yeah, so that's not working out so well. I don't even want to think about poor Ezekiel catching whatever Manny has. Thankfully Ragon is staying with us so she's able to help out. And boy, has she been a tremendous help!
Yesterday Grandma gave Zeke all his lunchtime bottle (I pump at work... oh joy.) and when he was still sucking "like no tomorrow" [her words] she heated up the second one and he finished that too! Conclusion: my baby is ready for cereal. I'm going to try giving him some tonight and see how he does. He's 5 and 1/2 months now so it's just about time. I was going to wait until 6 months, but we're pretty close. Something tells me I'll have a picture or two of the occasion to share.
Now Elijah... or should I say Frosty? Because that's what he goes by these days. Either Frosty, or Lightning McQueen, or Mater, or Thomas. And depending upon his identity at the moment he insists that Ezekiel and I go by corresponding names. Like when he's Thomas, Zeke is Percy and I'm Lady. (It's pretty funny when he says "Hey Lady do you want to such and such....") Or when he's Lightning, I'm Miss Sally, and Zeke is Mater. You get the idea. So yesterday he was Frosty, faithfully, ALL DAY LONG. And he will not give you the time of day unless you acknowledge the fact. And have I mentioned that he dictates a play-by-play dialogue for us?
It goes like this: "Hey Mom, I'm Frosty! I'm going to eat a carrot for breakfast because I LOOOOVE carrots. My nose is made out of a carrot. Hey Mom, can you say 'Oh, that's great, Frosty. Carrots are good for you, Frosty.'? Mom, say that!"
And that's the scene all day long. Just in variations. It's fun for oh, ten minutes. Then it gets a little tiresome and I have to remind "Frosty" that I'm the Mommy and I'll say what's on my mind, not on his mind. And that's more fun anyway because it keeps him on his toes, not knowing what I'm going to say next, rather than sticking to the script. I do play along most of the time though, just because I love him so much and some of the things he comes up with are so funny and creative.
The other night he came to me in the kitchen after reading a book with Aunt Ragon. He said "Mom, I need you to help me get on the computer." Of course I said "absolutely not." Then he said "But Mom, I need to look up Chuck and Friends dot com. Mom I neeeeeed to." Turns out this is the website mentioned on the back of the book they were reading.
Yesterday at Grandma's house I informed him it was time to pick up toys and get ready to leave. He threw his hands down to his side, dropped his head dramatically and said "You've got to be kidding me!" (I wonder where he gets his melodrama!?) :)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
So, how has your morning been?
6:00 am - wake up and feed Ezekiel
6:22 am - lay him back down, crawl in bed for another 15 minutes of sleep
6:47 am - crawl out of bed and shower
6:55 am - get dressed; shirt is too wrinkled, decide to change shirts
7:01 am - throw on some makeup, brush hair
7:05 am - pack baby's diaper bag for the day; carry it downstairs
7:10 am - let dog out, feed and water dog
7:16 am - wake Elijah up, discuss that we don't have time for Mommy to build a garage out of blocks for his cars this morning as we are running late
7:18 am - take Elijah to the bathroom - he wants "some privacy"
7:20 am - pick out Elijah's clothes for the day; return to bathroom to help him down; tell him yes, he may take the empty toilet paper roll to Grandma's house to use as a tunnel
7:21 am - dress Elijah in pants that are an inch too short (because he's grown so much!) and a shirt that doesn't match because he MUST wear the yellow one
7:23 am - ask Elijah nicely to go downstairs; locate soft blue blanket to take with us as requested
7:24 am - ask Elijah again to go downstairs; we're really running late
7:24:30 am - scoop Ezekiel up out of his crib and grab an outfit out of his drawer; no time to dress him
7:26 am - TELL Elijah to get his little legs moving downstairs, buddy we're late for goodness sake!
7:27 am - Begin negotiation tactics: yes, he may also bring "Bear" the dog blankie to Grandma's house.
7:28 am - carry baby, baby's outfit, Elijah's soft blue blanket, empty toilet paper roll, and "Bear" the dog blankie downstairs while holding Elijah's hand.
7:31 am - let dog back inside. Put baby in carseat. Listen to Elijah whine about feet being cold.
7:32 am - instruct Elijah to STAY PUT. run upstiars, grab Elijah's shoes, run back downstairs
7:33 am - forgot cell phone! run upstairs again, grab phone, run back downstairs
7:34 am - Elijah is cold - locate sweatshirt, put it on him.
7:35 am - Slide on my flip-flops, carry all our junk out to the car. discover it really is chilly. but no time for socks today!
7:37 am - instruct Elijah to get a move on because now we're really really late. Watch as he bends over to pick up the empty toilet paper roll and bumps his head on the dining room table.
7:38 am - sit baby carrier down by the door. rush to console Elijah. wipe tears. hand him the soft blue blankie.
7:40 am - carry Ezekiel, both blankets and toilet paper roll out to the car while coaching Elijah to hurry up behind me
7:41 am - buckle Elijah in his seat. throw his shoes on the floor and both blankets in on top of him. hand him the toilet paper roll. wipe tears again. kiss cheek. tell him he'll be fine, we can put his shoes on at Grandma's house.
7:43 am - buckle myself in, take a deep breath, start the car...
7:44 am - cell phone rings; it's my sister telling me to bring the movie that needs to be returned to the library.
7:47 am - return to the car after locating the movie, buckle in again, finally make it out of the driveway! (17 minutes late)
7:50 am - you have got to be freaking kidding me... realize that I forgot the baby's milk in the fridge... fight the urge to swear at the top of my lungs! turn the car around and head back home
7:55 am - pull out of my driveway for the second time
8:01 am - arrive at my Mom's house, drop off boys, fill a cup with coffee, and head to work (not obeying the speed limit)
8:11 am - arrive at the office, have to park farther away because some idiot double parked in front of the building, unlock front door, turn around to see the idiot himself approaching. hear him HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY TO ME in a snarky little tone...
"Looks like somebody is running late today!"
6:22 am - lay him back down, crawl in bed for another 15 minutes of sleep
6:47 am - crawl out of bed and shower
6:55 am - get dressed; shirt is too wrinkled, decide to change shirts
7:01 am - throw on some makeup, brush hair
7:05 am - pack baby's diaper bag for the day; carry it downstairs
7:10 am - let dog out, feed and water dog
7:16 am - wake Elijah up, discuss that we don't have time for Mommy to build a garage out of blocks for his cars this morning as we are running late
7:18 am - take Elijah to the bathroom - he wants "some privacy"
7:20 am - pick out Elijah's clothes for the day; return to bathroom to help him down; tell him yes, he may take the empty toilet paper roll to Grandma's house to use as a tunnel
7:21 am - dress Elijah in pants that are an inch too short (because he's grown so much!) and a shirt that doesn't match because he MUST wear the yellow one
7:23 am - ask Elijah nicely to go downstairs; locate soft blue blanket to take with us as requested
7:24 am - ask Elijah again to go downstairs; we're really running late
7:24:30 am - scoop Ezekiel up out of his crib and grab an outfit out of his drawer; no time to dress him
7:26 am - TELL Elijah to get his little legs moving downstairs, buddy we're late for goodness sake!
7:27 am - Begin negotiation tactics: yes, he may also bring "Bear" the dog blankie to Grandma's house.
7:28 am - carry baby, baby's outfit, Elijah's soft blue blanket, empty toilet paper roll, and "Bear" the dog blankie downstairs while holding Elijah's hand.
7:31 am - let dog back inside. Put baby in carseat. Listen to Elijah whine about feet being cold.
7:32 am - instruct Elijah to STAY PUT. run upstiars, grab Elijah's shoes, run back downstairs
7:33 am - forgot cell phone! run upstairs again, grab phone, run back downstairs
7:34 am - Elijah is cold - locate sweatshirt, put it on him.
7:35 am - Slide on my flip-flops, carry all our junk out to the car. discover it really is chilly. but no time for socks today!
7:37 am - instruct Elijah to get a move on because now we're really really late. Watch as he bends over to pick up the empty toilet paper roll and bumps his head on the dining room table.
7:38 am - sit baby carrier down by the door. rush to console Elijah. wipe tears. hand him the soft blue blankie.
7:40 am - carry Ezekiel, both blankets and toilet paper roll out to the car while coaching Elijah to hurry up behind me
7:41 am - buckle Elijah in his seat. throw his shoes on the floor and both blankets in on top of him. hand him the toilet paper roll. wipe tears again. kiss cheek. tell him he'll be fine, we can put his shoes on at Grandma's house.
7:43 am - buckle myself in, take a deep breath, start the car...
7:44 am - cell phone rings; it's my sister telling me to bring the movie that needs to be returned to the library.
7:47 am - return to the car after locating the movie, buckle in again, finally make it out of the driveway! (17 minutes late)
7:50 am - you have got to be freaking kidding me... realize that I forgot the baby's milk in the fridge... fight the urge to swear at the top of my lungs! turn the car around and head back home
7:55 am - pull out of my driveway for the second time
8:01 am - arrive at my Mom's house, drop off boys, fill a cup with coffee, and head to work (not obeying the speed limit)
8:11 am - arrive at the office, have to park farther away because some idiot double parked in front of the building, unlock front door, turn around to see the idiot himself approaching. hear him HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY TO ME in a snarky little tone...
"Looks like somebody is running late today!"
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
On changing perspective
I was thinking last night that I'd like to get back to writing about interesting lighthearted things that people like to read. You know, like back in the good old days, before I had an unemployed husband, a sick dad, a baby on the way, and a to-do list 15 miles long. Back when my only problems were... oh wait. I've always had problems, haven't I? Thinking about it now... 2 years ago we owned two houses, paid two mortgages and two sets of utilities, I worked 50+ hours per week, commuted over an hour a day, barely saw my baby boy, had an unemployed husband, lived 3.5 hours from my family, and had one of the most stressful jobs in the world. (No, seriously. It is on the top 10 most stressful jobs list. Just behind air-traffic controller.) So I guess things are just about the same as they've always been for me.
So when exactly does life get easier? Because it seems like I've always been waiting for that next thing that would make things different. Like in younger years I waited to find my husband. Then I waited for the wedding. Then I waited to graduate from college. (Yes, in that order!!) Then waited for a good job. Then to buy a house. Then have a baby... waited a LONG time for that one! 8 years. Then sell a house. Then move closer to family. Then get out of debt (still working on that). Then for my husband to find a "real" job. Or really just any job - I'm not picky. Then the birth of the new baby. Elijah's birthday. Manny's family to come visit. Then, then, then...
I feel like my sister. Her entire existence is consumed with planing for the next major event... right now it's her senior trip, then graduation, then summer time, then her family reunion, then vacation to the beach, then fall festival, Halloween, thanksgiving, her birthday, Christmas, etc. etc. Don't we all do the same thing in our own way though?
I guess it all comes down to making the choice to be content no matter where you are in life. If you're always waiting for the next best thing you'll never be thankful for where you are now. And truthfully when I try to be thankful for where I am now I find it very hard. Nobody wants to walk a difficult road -- to see a loved one suffer terrible pain, to wonder where the finances will come from to pay the next bill.
So each time I find myself doubting, being anxious, or grieving for myself, I have to purposely redirect my thoughts. I have to "preach" to myself that my ways are not HIS ways. My thoughts are not HIS thoughts. And what I want to happen may not be God's will. In stead I must see that all we have is mercy. Every day we are given is purely mercy. Every trial and blessing are gifts and opportunities to grow. His mercy is new every morning and great is His faithfulness.
So each time I find myself doubting, being anxious, or grieving for myself, I have to purposely redirect my thoughts. I have to "preach" to myself that my ways are not HIS ways. My thoughts are not HIS thoughts. And what I want to happen may not be God's will. In stead I must see that all we have is mercy. Every day we are given is purely mercy. Every trial and blessing are gifts and opportunities to grow. His mercy is new every morning and great is His faithfulness.
- God is ALL powerful and sovereign. He controls everything. Every single thing. He is fully capable of moving mountains and healing every wound, but sometimes He does not. In His infinite wisdom sometimes He allows pain because only He knows the master plan.
- But despite the way things appear in my limited vision I have come to believe that God is good. Always, always, always good. And not just good in a general sense. But good to me. And works good for me. And wants the best in my life.
And though those first two things are plenty. He would never need to add to them, but He has. So not only is He totally in control and totally good, but all that has to become personal.
- Because I know God loves me. All the sovereignty in the universe would be worthless and all the goodness one could imagine would never mean anything unless God loved me. And when you put all 3 of those things together I can rest. And my heart can be at peace because I am His. I know that the all-powerful, perfectly good, God of the universe also loves me. And that means that nothing that ever happens to me is outside the filter of His love for me. The same goes for my family, and anyone else who are His. What a comfort.
Now, if I could only learn change my perspective to walk in that all the time.
Monday, May 3, 2010
List
A few nights ago I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was turning in circles around the lists of things I needed to do and remember. I stared at the ceiling trying to make myself relax but I couldn't. So I turned the lamp on, grabbed a notebook and pen and started writing down my list.
It started off simple enough....
- return that library book
- mail in my homestead tax form
- pay the plumber's bill
- call a friend about something she borrowed
- renew my car registration
- pre-register at the hospital
- set up a meeting with the doula
But then as I thought, more things came to mind and I couldn't not write them on the list too. Like...
- buy and plant tomatoes
- make curtains for baby's room
- get an extra car seat base for my mom's car
- get Elijah's summer shoes (aka Crocs)
- rake and mulch the flower beds
- buy new miniblinds for baby's room
- shop for nursing tanks (I love the Target ones!)
- clean out the closets
- get out all the baby gear, clothes, etc. and get it washed and ready
And it just kept getting longer and longer. And my mind was still racing. I was operating at full speed. So I figured while I was at it, I might as well start putting down the things I would like to have Manny do (I can always hope)...
- clean out the gutters
- install the kick-plate in the kitchen
- put in an attic fan (before JUNE!)
- clean and detail my car - this is a boy's job if you ask me
And then there are the things that may not happen until this summer...
- name the baby
- pack the hospital bag
- buy a back-up hard drive for all my photos
All this is to say that by the time I was all done - at least with the things that came to mind right then - my list was 54 items and 5 pages long. I think a normal person would feel more burdened having to actually look at all the things they need to do. But I felt relief. At least with a list I have something to work off. I have goals and I can cross them off when I finish them. It feels so good to get that big black sharpie and mark something off! My goal is to have every single item complete by the time this baby is born. Do you think I can do it? I do!
Today alone I accomplished something huge-- I finalized my Hoosier Healthwise registration process. At last! So we're officially insured for the pregnancy, birth, post-pardem, and baby!! Isn't that great!!!???
It started off simple enough....
- return that library book
- mail in my homestead tax form
- pay the plumber's bill
- call a friend about something she borrowed
- renew my car registration
- pre-register at the hospital
- set up a meeting with the doula
But then as I thought, more things came to mind and I couldn't not write them on the list too. Like...
- buy and plant tomatoes
- make curtains for baby's room
- get an extra car seat base for my mom's car
- get Elijah's summer shoes (aka Crocs)
- rake and mulch the flower beds
- buy new miniblinds for baby's room
- shop for nursing tanks (I love the Target ones!)
- clean out the closets
- get out all the baby gear, clothes, etc. and get it washed and ready
And it just kept getting longer and longer. And my mind was still racing. I was operating at full speed. So I figured while I was at it, I might as well start putting down the things I would like to have Manny do (I can always hope)...
- clean out the gutters
- install the kick-plate in the kitchen
- put in an attic fan (before JUNE!)
- clean and detail my car - this is a boy's job if you ask me
And then there are the things that may not happen until this summer...
- name the baby
- pack the hospital bag
- buy a back-up hard drive for all my photos
All this is to say that by the time I was all done - at least with the things that came to mind right then - my list was 54 items and 5 pages long. I think a normal person would feel more burdened having to actually look at all the things they need to do. But I felt relief. At least with a list I have something to work off. I have goals and I can cross them off when I finish them. It feels so good to get that big black sharpie and mark something off! My goal is to have every single item complete by the time this baby is born. Do you think I can do it? I do!
Today alone I accomplished something huge-- I finalized my Hoosier Healthwise registration process. At last! So we're officially insured for the pregnancy, birth, post-pardem, and baby!! Isn't that great!!!???
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
little funnies
At my office sometimes we get samples of ink pens with our company name on them that are trying to solicit our business. My dad is also in charge of ordering pens for our church, so occasionally we get ones with the church name on them. In today's mail I got a pen that says "Faith Bible Church. Quality Service You Deserve". I think that's funny.
In my purse I have an orange matchbox size grader, which for those of you who aren't familiar, is a piece of heavy equipment used in road building. Around our house we can tell you anything you need to know about heavy equipment. Seriously. I know you are jealous.
Every once in a while I like to reflect upon some of the silly, funny, surprising things my sweet little Elijah does. You know, just for the record. In case he turns 16 and needs to be blackmailed for some reason. I used to write this stuff down in his baby book, but alas he's not a baby any more. And also, the book had gotten too full! :) What you're about to read is true. Believe it or not.
In my purse I have an orange matchbox size grader, which for those of you who aren't familiar, is a piece of heavy equipment used in road building. Around our house we can tell you anything you need to know about heavy equipment. Seriously. I know you are jealous.
Every once in a while I like to reflect upon some of the silly, funny, surprising things my sweet little Elijah does. You know, just for the record. In case he turns 16 and needs to be blackmailed for some reason. I used to write this stuff down in his baby book, but alas he's not a baby any more. And also, the book had gotten too full! :) What you're about to read is true. Believe it or not.
A few weeks ago he found a shopping bag in the kitchen and said "Oh oh Mom, I wanna save money and live better at Wal-Mart."
Yesterday morning it was foggy out. The kind where you can't see your car in your driveway. But it was warm enough to play outside. So while I made banana pancakes for breakfast (my favorite!) I offered to let Elijah play on the deck. His reply: "Oh no Mom. I can't. This fog is too lazy."
He got a spanking for disobedience recently. After he stopped crying he looked at me and said "That hurt my bottom. Oh, Oh Mommy, can you make my bottom feel really really good?"
Yesterday afternoon the sun finally came out so we were enjoying some play time outside. But he was ready for a nap and kept getting frustrated with his toys. So I called him to come over to where I was sitting on the swing. "Elijah, please come over to Mommy and tell me what's bothering you." Without missing a beat he replied: "I just don't know what to tell you mom."Last night after dinner Manny and I were still sitting at the table talking while Elijah played with cars on the floor. In the midst of telling his bulldozer which way to pick a race car he stopped. He shook his head and said, "What a day. What a day I had." Thank you very much Dr. Seuss.
During our pre-bedtime ritual we usually read books on his bed. Laying side by side he noticed my (growing) belly sticking out from under my shirt. "Where's the baby?" he asked. "He's still in my tummy. Do you want to feel him kick?" I said. "Yeah!! [patting and rubbing sweetly] Hi, baby brother. I want to talk to you and play cars with you."
In the car this morning I overheard a little commentary as we drove past a house with toys in the yard: "Oh, how sad. Somebody's little red truck tipped over in the mud."
At my Mom's house this morning as we were exiting the car. "Look Mom way way up in that tree. What's that? A womanpecker?" Confused, I asked "A what honey?" Looking up to see. "Oh oh, that red bird. A womanpecker." he said. "Oh, I see. But that's not a woodpecker, it's a cardinal."
There's more. Oh so much more. Because he says or does something funny pretty much every 60 seconds. But I can't keep up with the kid! So this is the end. For now.
Monday, March 1, 2010
thankfulness as a cure for the blues
I believe it is common knowledge that when you are feeling down and sorry for yourself, you should focus on the blessings in your life. And so, since I've hit a pretty rough patch lately, I know what I need to do. It's all about turning your attention God-ward rather than self-ward. (And that's a hard thing to do at times!) So, as an act of the will, today I bring you what I am thankful for...
- feeling my baby kick and move
- the month of March - finally having hope for SPRINGTIME warmth!
- having time away with my husband over the weekend
- that Elijah says "Mommy, please sing to me just a little bit more."
- good Godly friends who encourage and pray for me when I need it
- hugs and kisses from my two best guys!
- hearing Elijah play by himself and talk to his cars, trains, animals, blocks, etc.
- the smell of Johnson's baby shampoo
- sticky little hand prints on every surface of my home
- the pitter-patter of little feet scampering around the house
- saying goodnight prayers with my sweet sweet son
- that my husband had my oil changed for me
- when Elijah says "Oh yeah, that will be perfecto!"
- that I have a job (this is no small thing)
- Dr. Pepper
I'm leaving off all the spiritual stuff because writing all that down would take all day and I'd still never cover it all. Suffice it to say that I am blessed "with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ". (Eph. 1: 3)
Over and out.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Just Life
My father-in-law, Manuel, had a heart attack today. As of right now we are waiting to get an update from someone in the family about his condition. The good thing is that when he started having shortness of breath and nausea Gloria took him to the hospital right away. He didn't know until later what it actually was.
My adopted sister Chyna had a baby. Right, you didn't even know I had a sister named Chyna did you. Well, yes I do but I haven't seen her in over 5 years because she moved out to live with her "real" dad when she was 15 and has never looked back. (some gratitude, eh?) Anyway, her son Brilen Reed White was born on August 1st. He weighed 6 lbs. 4 oz. and was 20 inches long. He was born in Tennessee. No one knows why, since they live in Mt. Vernon, IN. But there you go. I have a nephew... sort of. Now, lets see if I ever actually meet him. My mom knew of the pregnancy and made him a quilt, but who knows if she'll be able to give it to him. Chyna tends to completely ignore any attempt we make to contact her.
Elijah is teething... AGAIN. Which I dislike. It makes him all snotty, feverish, drooly, and achy. I suppose the only good thing about teething at this age is that he can actually tell me what hurts. My baby, I hate when he doesn't feel well. He cut the top two-year-molars right on his birthday and now he's working on the bottom ones.
My adopted sister Chyna had a baby. Right, you didn't even know I had a sister named Chyna did you. Well, yes I do but I haven't seen her in over 5 years because she moved out to live with her "real" dad when she was 15 and has never looked back. (some gratitude, eh?) Anyway, her son Brilen Reed White was born on August 1st. He weighed 6 lbs. 4 oz. and was 20 inches long. He was born in Tennessee. No one knows why, since they live in Mt. Vernon, IN. But there you go. I have a nephew... sort of. Now, lets see if I ever actually meet him. My mom knew of the pregnancy and made him a quilt, but who knows if she'll be able to give it to him. Chyna tends to completely ignore any attempt we make to contact her.
Elijah is teething... AGAIN. Which I dislike. It makes him all snotty, feverish, drooly, and achy. I suppose the only good thing about teething at this age is that he can actually tell me what hurts. My baby, I hate when he doesn't feel well. He cut the top two-year-molars right on his birthday and now he's working on the bottom ones.
Friday, July 31, 2009
A Nap Time Conversation
This is the conversation Elijah and I had a little while ago as I was preparing him for his nap. This is as near verbatim as I can recall.
In his own words:
"nice room.
nice wall.
nice bed.
nice window.
nice scissors. (we were in the scrapbook room)
nice fan. nice little fan.
nice candle. pretty candle.
nice little baby shirts (I have his clothes in there).
nice mommy.
nice beebee (blanket).
mommy turn light on. (I then turned it on.)
Elijah happy light on!!
I love you light on.
I love you fan on.
I love you mommy.
Elijah sleepy. (I then carried him in to his room and rocked him.)
I love tractors.
I love trains.
I love airplanes.
I love wagons.
I love weed eaters.
I love grandma's house.
I love hoses.
I love wheels.
I love semi trucks.
I love lawn mowers.
I love mommy. Mommy love Elijah.
I love baths.
I love walnuts.
I love outside.
I love daddy's truck.
I love grandma.
I love wheels. wheeeeeeelsss!!!
I love race cars.
I love trains.
I love tractors.
I love cement mixers.
I love firetrucks.
I love beebee. soft beebee.
cover up. cover up. cover up.
lay down.
I love pillow. cover me up.
Kiss you. Kiss you.
nite nite."
The end.
I was able to get a few words in edgewise, but they were insignificant "um-hum"s and "oh really"s. He did most of the talking today.
In his own words:
"nice room.
nice wall.
nice bed.
nice window.
nice scissors. (we were in the scrapbook room)
nice fan. nice little fan.
nice candle. pretty candle.
nice little baby shirts (I have his clothes in there).
nice mommy.
nice beebee (blanket).
mommy turn light on. (I then turned it on.)
Elijah happy light on!!
I love you light on.
I love you fan on.
I love you mommy.
Elijah sleepy. (I then carried him in to his room and rocked him.)
I love tractors.
I love trains.
I love airplanes.
I love wagons.
I love weed eaters.
I love grandma's house.
I love hoses.
I love wheels.
I love semi trucks.
I love lawn mowers.
I love mommy. Mommy love Elijah.
I love baths.
I love walnuts.
I love outside.
I love daddy's truck.
I love grandma.
I love wheels. wheeeeeeelsss!!!
I love race cars.
I love trains.
I love tractors.
I love cement mixers.
I love firetrucks.
I love beebee. soft beebee.
cover up. cover up. cover up.
lay down.
I love pillow. cover me up.
Kiss you. Kiss you.
nite nite."
The end.
I was able to get a few words in edgewise, but they were insignificant "um-hum"s and "oh really"s. He did most of the talking today.
Friday, July 24, 2009
This is the life.
Man, what a busy day we had today, Elijah and I. And it was great. I so enjoy my little sweetie! This is the best part of my life, spending days like today with him.
So here's how it all went down.
On days when I have to work I wake him up around 7 a.m., and I guess his body has just adjusted to that schedule so that on weekends he wakes up then too. Not so great for a momma who would like to sleep in. But today we got things started on a good note by him sleeping in until 8:30... woohoo!
We spent a while in his room hanging out, singing, and reading books. I love that he's able to ask me for what he wants now. It's so much better than him grunting, gesturing unsuccessfully, getting frustrated, then fussing when I can't understand him. I'm a pretty big fan of verbal communication. :) So when my boy says "Mommy mommy mommy, unna (I wanna) reading books" I tend to drop what I'm doing, plop him on my lap, and go to it. I love when we have time like that. And I thrill at the eagerness I see in him to learn. It is tremendously rewarding to watch progress happening - almost before my eyes.
Afterward the two of us made his breakfast: plumbs, little sausages, and crescent roll-ups (for the recipe click here). He "helped" by sitting on the counter next to me and holding things. He absolutely loves to "help" me cook, clean, hang laundry, or do whatever I'm doing. Such a sweet little helper!
Then we hung a load of laundry out on the line since it was finally a warm sunny day. We used that opportunity to work on obedience... Elijah NOT throwing the clothespins, and not putting rocks in his mouth, and not leaving the yard, and not getting the gas cans out of the shed, and saying "yes momma" when I call his name. These lessons tend to take longer to learn than I would have anticipated, but he's getting it slowly but surely. I don't have to spank him as much as I used to and I can see a difference in his behavior/attitude when I remind him about the right things to do. Discipline - it's not really fun for anyone involved, is it?
Nap time was supposed to have been at 11:00. But did Elijah sleep one wink? No, sir. He did not. In stead he used that hour to converse with his Curious George regarding cement mixers, dump trucks "dumping it out", bulldozers, and reminding himself aloud that he is in fact "almost two". (I heard all this via the monitor.)
Speaking of being almost two... after "nap" time we headed to the mall for his birthday portraits. I was pleasantly surprised that in stead of taking an hour and a half like usual, it only took us 25 minutes to get in and out of there. And the one we chose is pretty cute too.
With all the extra time we decided to meet up with some friends for a picnic lunch at the park. We hadn't been able to see Courtney and her gorgeous (now 7-week-old) Briley since their hospital stay. So it was great to visit and hold that little guy! Gives me baby fever, I tell ya. :) Elijah did surprisingly well with Briley, loving on him, trying to kiss him and touch him gently. There were a few times when he was too rough, but I think that's hard to learn for a two-year-old. He'll get there. We took a few pictures and if I can convince Courtney to e-mail them to me I'll post one or two. (wink, wink Courtney) After the picnic - which Elijah thought was an "awesome" idea - we walked in the park for a while, enjoying the amazing breeze.
And as if that wasn't enough excitement for one afternoon, we decided to head to my grandma's house afterward for a short visit. Zoe, my 4-year-old cousin (yes MY cousin) was there to play too. They rode the tricycle, colored pictures, and splashed in the rain buckets.
Then it was off to my mom's house to play for another hour or so. And by the time we drove home from there Elijah was in the back seat dozing off. He reminded me several times "sleepy. happy. yawning." Which I think means he wants to go to bed. Ha ha.
I have often watched him in the rear view mirror of my car as we drive, enjoying the way he observes the world around him. I don't know what it is about watching him that way that makes me so sentimental. I always find myself considering how I've seen him from that perspective go from his infant seat, so tiny that his head slumped over to the side in it, to his "big boy" car seat. And as the months have passed I've watched those little legs get longer and stretch out so much that they now hang over the edge. You know how when you look through the mirror things in it seem to be blurry, like two images on top of each other? (like in the photo above)
I think it gives the appearance that the image itself might not be real. Like it's a hazy memory. And I imagine that the face I see in the mirror now is fading into the face I will see in its place a year, two years, 10 years from now. I can almost see the passage of time. Thinking of my tiny boy, just "almost two", growing up before my very eyes just makes a momma's heart ache a little.
How is it possible that these almost two years have gone so very quickly?
So here's how it all went down.
On days when I have to work I wake him up around 7 a.m., and I guess his body has just adjusted to that schedule so that on weekends he wakes up then too. Not so great for a momma who would like to sleep in. But today we got things started on a good note by him sleeping in until 8:30... woohoo!
We spent a while in his room hanging out, singing, and reading books. I love that he's able to ask me for what he wants now. It's so much better than him grunting, gesturing unsuccessfully, getting frustrated, then fussing when I can't understand him. I'm a pretty big fan of verbal communication. :) So when my boy says "Mommy mommy mommy, unna (I wanna) reading books" I tend to drop what I'm doing, plop him on my lap, and go to it. I love when we have time like that. And I thrill at the eagerness I see in him to learn. It is tremendously rewarding to watch progress happening - almost before my eyes.
Afterward the two of us made his breakfast: plumbs, little sausages, and crescent roll-ups (for the recipe click here). He "helped" by sitting on the counter next to me and holding things. He absolutely loves to "help" me cook, clean, hang laundry, or do whatever I'm doing. Such a sweet little helper!
Then we hung a load of laundry out on the line since it was finally a warm sunny day. We used that opportunity to work on obedience... Elijah NOT throwing the clothespins, and not putting rocks in his mouth, and not leaving the yard, and not getting the gas cans out of the shed, and saying "yes momma" when I call his name. These lessons tend to take longer to learn than I would have anticipated, but he's getting it slowly but surely. I don't have to spank him as much as I used to and I can see a difference in his behavior/attitude when I remind him about the right things to do. Discipline - it's not really fun for anyone involved, is it?
Nap time was supposed to have been at 11:00. But did Elijah sleep one wink? No, sir. He did not. In stead he used that hour to converse with his Curious George regarding cement mixers, dump trucks "dumping it out", bulldozers, and reminding himself aloud that he is in fact "almost two". (I heard all this via the monitor.)
Speaking of being almost two... after "nap" time we headed to the mall for his birthday portraits. I was pleasantly surprised that in stead of taking an hour and a half like usual, it only took us 25 minutes to get in and out of there. And the one we chose is pretty cute too.
With all the extra time we decided to meet up with some friends for a picnic lunch at the park. We hadn't been able to see Courtney and her gorgeous (now 7-week-old) Briley since their hospital stay. So it was great to visit and hold that little guy! Gives me baby fever, I tell ya. :) Elijah did surprisingly well with Briley, loving on him, trying to kiss him and touch him gently. There were a few times when he was too rough, but I think that's hard to learn for a two-year-old. He'll get there. We took a few pictures and if I can convince Courtney to e-mail them to me I'll post one or two. (wink, wink Courtney) After the picnic - which Elijah thought was an "awesome" idea - we walked in the park for a while, enjoying the amazing breeze.
And as if that wasn't enough excitement for one afternoon, we decided to head to my grandma's house afterward for a short visit. Zoe, my 4-year-old cousin (yes MY cousin) was there to play too. They rode the tricycle, colored pictures, and splashed in the rain buckets.
Then it was off to my mom's house to play for another hour or so. And by the time we drove home from there Elijah was in the back seat dozing off. He reminded me several times "sleepy. happy. yawning." Which I think means he wants to go to bed. Ha ha.
I have often watched him in the rear view mirror of my car as we drive, enjoying the way he observes the world around him. I don't know what it is about watching him that way that makes me so sentimental. I always find myself considering how I've seen him from that perspective go from his infant seat, so tiny that his head slumped over to the side in it, to his "big boy" car seat. And as the months have passed I've watched those little legs get longer and stretch out so much that they now hang over the edge. You know how when you look through the mirror things in it seem to be blurry, like two images on top of each other? (like in the photo above)
I think it gives the appearance that the image itself might not be real. Like it's a hazy memory. And I imagine that the face I see in the mirror now is fading into the face I will see in its place a year, two years, 10 years from now. I can almost see the passage of time. Thinking of my tiny boy, just "almost two", growing up before my very eyes just makes a momma's heart ache a little.
How is it possible that these almost two years have gone so very quickly?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
A Diary Entry
Dear diary,
Last night I dreamed about Rob Pattinson. He is so cute. [squeal] In my dream I had the nerve to talk to him, which I seriously doubt I would be able to do in real life if I were ever to come face to face with him. In fact, I would most likely blush, babble, and drool all over the place before making a complete fool of myself by saying something like "OMGoodness you are *SO* the hottest vampire EVER. Can I lick your face?". And then he would roll his eyes, puff cigarette smoke in my face, and walk away. But anyway, the dream was cool. So... yeah.
Elijah and I went with my parents and sister to Burdette this afternoon to swim for a few hours. He LOVES his new frog life vest/floatie thing Mom got him today. He insisted upon wearing it at home while eating his snack, in his high chair. It works great. In the deep water I don't really have to hold on to him so much now. I got a little too much sun on my shoulders, but it will tan in no time. Speaking of tans, Elijah is so dark now! I'm jealous of him. Lucky boy!! I wish I were twenty-something percent Latino. Curse this freckled Arian skin of mine!
Our hot water heater is not working again. This all after the plumber came 3 days ago to fix it. It was working fine until I started smelling gas really strong last night. So Manny turned the gas off. The plumber is supposed to come look at it again tomorrow. Meanwhile we're showering at my parent's house and boiling water for dishes. Suu-weeeet!
That's all for tonight.
Love,
Sarah
P.S. Cherry limeade from Sonic is my all time favorite... right now.
P.P.S. 146 days until New Moon premiers!
Last night I dreamed about Rob Pattinson. He is so cute. [squeal] In my dream I had the nerve to talk to him, which I seriously doubt I would be able to do in real life if I were ever to come face to face with him. In fact, I would most likely blush, babble, and drool all over the place before making a complete fool of myself by saying something like "OMGoodness you are *SO* the hottest vampire EVER. Can I lick your face?". And then he would roll his eyes, puff cigarette smoke in my face, and walk away. But anyway, the dream was cool. So... yeah.
Elijah and I went with my parents and sister to Burdette this afternoon to swim for a few hours. He LOVES his new frog life vest/floatie thing Mom got him today. He insisted upon wearing it at home while eating his snack, in his high chair. It works great. In the deep water I don't really have to hold on to him so much now. I got a little too much sun on my shoulders, but it will tan in no time. Speaking of tans, Elijah is so dark now! I'm jealous of him. Lucky boy!! I wish I were twenty-something percent Latino. Curse this freckled Arian skin of mine!
Our hot water heater is not working again. This all after the plumber came 3 days ago to fix it. It was working fine until I started smelling gas really strong last night. So Manny turned the gas off. The plumber is supposed to come look at it again tomorrow. Meanwhile we're showering at my parent's house and boiling water for dishes. Suu-weeeet!
That's all for tonight.
Love,
Sarah
P.S. Cherry limeade from Sonic is my all time favorite... right now.
P.P.S. 146 days until New Moon premiers!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Totally
Today at lunch at Los Bravos (where else on a Sunday?) we were playing "repeat after me" with Elijah. Because he's such a little mocking bird lately he'll usually say anything if we ask him to. After going on and on about chips, salsa, tortillas, rice, and guacamole I decided to mix the game up a bit. I asked him to repeat the word totally. And he did. But it sounded like a valley girl.
Ok, do people still use the term 'valley girl'? Because that was all the rage back when I was in elementary school. Something tells me the cool kids these days have moved on. Anyway, I digress...
So he said TOE-TA-LEEEE. Just like that. Like he were born and raised by a bunch of Texans or something. It was the most.
Wait. Do people still say 'the most'? I bet not.
Great. Here I am at the ripe old age of thirty, and throwing around all these old person phrases.
After lunch and nap time we went for a quick swim at Burdette. I'm loving these family passes. They make it totally easy to just go swimming for a few hours on a whim. Elijah went under and held his breath a few times, worked on his kicking, and swam back and forth between my Mom and me several times. I wonder if he'll be a brave as some of the other kids I see running and jumping off the sides into the waiting arms of their moms and dads. Maybe.
When we were there my sister Ragon ran into our other adopted sister Chyna. Yeah. That's right, Chyna. The last time I saw her she was 15. Now she's 20, engaged (to a decent guy) and 7 months pregnant. We didn't get a chance to see her before she left, but Ragon said they chatted and she's doing well. The baby is due in August. So there's that.
Elijah totally needs a haircut, which he may or may not get tomorrow. It depends upon how cranky he is after supper and how willing my dad is to get out the clippers. I hope to photograph the event. Since, you know, I usually photograph everything my kid does. But oh by the way, I haven't taken a single picture of him swimming yet this summer. It's too risky to take the good camera to the pool - with all the water, dangerous hard surfaces, and hoodlums around. Hee hee. I may get a new battery for my old one and take it for some snapshots.
I am very thirsty.
And now, my husband and the Twilight movie await me in the other room. Ummm... my two totally favorite things :)
Ok, do people still use the term 'valley girl'? Because that was all the rage back when I was in elementary school. Something tells me the cool kids these days have moved on. Anyway, I digress...
So he said TOE-TA-LEEEE. Just like that. Like he were born and raised by a bunch of Texans or something. It was the most.
Wait. Do people still say 'the most'? I bet not.
Great. Here I am at the ripe old age of thirty, and throwing around all these old person phrases.
After lunch and nap time we went for a quick swim at Burdette. I'm loving these family passes. They make it totally easy to just go swimming for a few hours on a whim. Elijah went under and held his breath a few times, worked on his kicking, and swam back and forth between my Mom and me several times. I wonder if he'll be a brave as some of the other kids I see running and jumping off the sides into the waiting arms of their moms and dads. Maybe.
When we were there my sister Ragon ran into our other adopted sister Chyna. Yeah. That's right, Chyna. The last time I saw her she was 15. Now she's 20, engaged (to a decent guy) and 7 months pregnant. We didn't get a chance to see her before she left, but Ragon said they chatted and she's doing well. The baby is due in August. So there's that.
Elijah totally needs a haircut, which he may or may not get tomorrow. It depends upon how cranky he is after supper and how willing my dad is to get out the clippers. I hope to photograph the event. Since, you know, I usually photograph everything my kid does. But oh by the way, I haven't taken a single picture of him swimming yet this summer. It's too risky to take the good camera to the pool - with all the water, dangerous hard surfaces, and hoodlums around. Hee hee. I may get a new battery for my old one and take it for some snapshots.
I am very thirsty.
And now, my husband and the Twilight movie await me in the other room. Ummm... my two totally favorite things :)
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