It's quite nice to have a sleeping baby on your chest as you read and comment on all your friend's blogs.
He's happy.
I am happy.
Mason's not so happy. He is not a big fan of the blogs and understandably so. His mom spends far too much time in blog therapy. :)
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Scary and rather humiliating
So today I had to go to Hobby Lobby and the grocery store. The food shortage in our house was pretty bad. Last night I ate frozen waffles, mason ate a hamburger bun with a slice of sandwich cheese in the middle and Troy ate freezer burnt boneless buffalo chicken strips and fries. Anyway, I had to go.
I barely dragged myself out of bed as Grant seems to think waking up all night long for little snacks is necessary. I couldn't have coffee because we had no cream. For someone who puts almost as much cream in her coffee as she does coffee, there was no negotiating this. I had no coffee. I got the boys dressed. And then I looked at the mirror.
Mascara raccoon eyes. Greasy hair. Zits. It wasn't pretty. I knew taking a shower would be helpful but I just couldn't make myself do it. It takes so long to shower, blow dry, curl, makeup...ick. ANd who would see me at HEB and Hobby Lobby anyway?
So, I wiped the mascara out from under my eyes with a baby wipe(it works amazingly well) and slapped on just enough make up to keep people from screaming in horror when they saw me. I threw my hair up in a a pony tail that, well, wasn't so hot. I didn't even put on a real bra. I just kept on my sports bra and threw on a shirt and jeans and tennishoes. As I looked in the mirror, I realized that I looked like one of those moms that lets her kids take over her life and never does anything for herself. Oh, well. It happens. And I do have my pretty days...occasionally.
I loaded us up into the car and headed to Hobby Lobby. On the way there I looked in the rear view mirror and realized that Mason's hair probably hadn't seen a brush since before church and had what appeared to be a roosters tail sticking up in the back. "He's a boy." I said to myself like that was justification for letting him out of the house looking like a ragamuffin.
We pulled into the parking lot and as I was unloading the boys I made the executive decision to not get the stroller and instead put Grant's carrier in the basket at HL. So here I am, ragamuffin with crazy hair and stained shirt behind me, sleeping Grant hooked over my arm in front of me and me, greasy ponytail, lopsided boobs from lack of two sided nursing for one feeding, and pimples that could light santa's sleigh. We're walking. I get to the sidewalk, I take a step and somehow I missed it. I dont' know how. And I went flying. Now mind you, I am still carrying grant in his carrier as I go flying through the air. It's amazing how much you can think as you're falling. I had no hands to stop myself because both were holding him and I was also terrified that my collapse to the ground would cause him injury. So somehow I managed to fall flat on my stomach and grant went skidding out in front of me and his carrier fell to the side. He immediately burst into tears. It was terrifying. I thought for sure he got hit. Miraculously he did not. Praise the Lord.
It takes me about 2.3 seconds to start feeling the pain. I ripped both knees out in my jeans and my knees were skinned and bleeding. It was about that time, as I am trying to free Grant from his life saving carrier that a woman rushes up. She's that kind of woman who you just know has never left the house without her Mary Kay makeup applied to perfection. Her hair was perfect. Her clothes and jewelry were perfect. ANd here I am, sprawled out on the sidewalk, bleeding knees with ragamuffin boy who is saying, "mom, you have to watch where you're going!"(as if this happens all the time) and looking like I have just stumbled out of bed into the Hobby Lobby parking lot. Well, she was very nice but treated me like I was far too young to have children and almost as though my falling was caused by something other than clumsiness. I was shaking of course from being scared that I had just scarred my 5 week old for life so she brought me a basket and helped me up.
The three of us went to the girls rest room where I attempted to clean myself up and calm down. Miraculously I didn't cry. This is because me crying from pain makes mason cry. My tears aren't worth it.
I looked at myself in the mirror. It had gotten worse, of course. The reflection, that is. In addition to everything else, I now had the knees ripped out in my jeans and a brown blood stain on one. I had to make a choice. Forego my pride and continue to shop in this condition or go home, repair myself and come back later.
You know I stayed. I already had two boys in Hobby Lobby. THere was no backing out now. So I shopped.
And then I went to heb in my condition. Tons of people know who I am there because troy worked there. Oh,well, we needed food as you could clearly tell from the first paragraph. It was a dire situation.
I, of course, saw one of my students moms. One of the perfect ones. I hope that saying, A smile is your most beautiful accessory or however it goes is true. That's all I had going for me.
So that was the first part of my day. No telling what the rest holds. I am down one pair of jeans. My tennishoe jeans. Great. My knees are quite disgusting. And I still have not showered. But my needs at hobby lobby were met and my pantry has food.
I barely dragged myself out of bed as Grant seems to think waking up all night long for little snacks is necessary. I couldn't have coffee because we had no cream. For someone who puts almost as much cream in her coffee as she does coffee, there was no negotiating this. I had no coffee. I got the boys dressed. And then I looked at the mirror.
Mascara raccoon eyes. Greasy hair. Zits. It wasn't pretty. I knew taking a shower would be helpful but I just couldn't make myself do it. It takes so long to shower, blow dry, curl, makeup...ick. ANd who would see me at HEB and Hobby Lobby anyway?
So, I wiped the mascara out from under my eyes with a baby wipe(it works amazingly well) and slapped on just enough make up to keep people from screaming in horror when they saw me. I threw my hair up in a a pony tail that, well, wasn't so hot. I didn't even put on a real bra. I just kept on my sports bra and threw on a shirt and jeans and tennishoes. As I looked in the mirror, I realized that I looked like one of those moms that lets her kids take over her life and never does anything for herself. Oh, well. It happens. And I do have my pretty days...occasionally.
I loaded us up into the car and headed to Hobby Lobby. On the way there I looked in the rear view mirror and realized that Mason's hair probably hadn't seen a brush since before church and had what appeared to be a roosters tail sticking up in the back. "He's a boy." I said to myself like that was justification for letting him out of the house looking like a ragamuffin.
We pulled into the parking lot and as I was unloading the boys I made the executive decision to not get the stroller and instead put Grant's carrier in the basket at HL. So here I am, ragamuffin with crazy hair and stained shirt behind me, sleeping Grant hooked over my arm in front of me and me, greasy ponytail, lopsided boobs from lack of two sided nursing for one feeding, and pimples that could light santa's sleigh. We're walking. I get to the sidewalk, I take a step and somehow I missed it. I dont' know how. And I went flying. Now mind you, I am still carrying grant in his carrier as I go flying through the air. It's amazing how much you can think as you're falling. I had no hands to stop myself because both were holding him and I was also terrified that my collapse to the ground would cause him injury. So somehow I managed to fall flat on my stomach and grant went skidding out in front of me and his carrier fell to the side. He immediately burst into tears. It was terrifying. I thought for sure he got hit. Miraculously he did not. Praise the Lord.
It takes me about 2.3 seconds to start feeling the pain. I ripped both knees out in my jeans and my knees were skinned and bleeding. It was about that time, as I am trying to free Grant from his life saving carrier that a woman rushes up. She's that kind of woman who you just know has never left the house without her Mary Kay makeup applied to perfection. Her hair was perfect. Her clothes and jewelry were perfect. ANd here I am, sprawled out on the sidewalk, bleeding knees with ragamuffin boy who is saying, "mom, you have to watch where you're going!"(as if this happens all the time) and looking like I have just stumbled out of bed into the Hobby Lobby parking lot. Well, she was very nice but treated me like I was far too young to have children and almost as though my falling was caused by something other than clumsiness. I was shaking of course from being scared that I had just scarred my 5 week old for life so she brought me a basket and helped me up.
The three of us went to the girls rest room where I attempted to clean myself up and calm down. Miraculously I didn't cry. This is because me crying from pain makes mason cry. My tears aren't worth it.
I looked at myself in the mirror. It had gotten worse, of course. The reflection, that is. In addition to everything else, I now had the knees ripped out in my jeans and a brown blood stain on one. I had to make a choice. Forego my pride and continue to shop in this condition or go home, repair myself and come back later.
You know I stayed. I already had two boys in Hobby Lobby. THere was no backing out now. So I shopped.
And then I went to heb in my condition. Tons of people know who I am there because troy worked there. Oh,well, we needed food as you could clearly tell from the first paragraph. It was a dire situation.
I, of course, saw one of my students moms. One of the perfect ones. I hope that saying, A smile is your most beautiful accessory or however it goes is true. That's all I had going for me.
So that was the first part of my day. No telling what the rest holds. I am down one pair of jeans. My tennishoe jeans. Great. My knees are quite disgusting. And I still have not showered. But my needs at hobby lobby were met and my pantry has food.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Gemas delight up and running
Well, my mom and don have been moved to a fancy hotel that apparently has internet access because she is posting again. Just so you all know! There are three new posts!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Just some thoughts...
My boys are so perfect. Not perfect in behavior, or appearance or attitude. Perfect in their own perfect way.
I used to wonder how I could love my second child as much as Mason. I knew it would happen but it's a hard thing to understand. Then Grant came and I not only love Mason just as much, I appreciate and adore him even more. I see him differently.
His eyelashes are so dark and thick. When he laughs, I want to cry it's so cute. Sometimes just the way he says things breaks my heart because it is so precious. The other day he said "blue balloon" and it was just so cute. "Buhlue Ballllooon" And then the things he says. Sometimes he just seems so grown up. I was nursing Grant a few days ago and he comes in, sits down on the floor silently for a few minutes and finally says, "soooo, how are you doing?" in this polite, conversationalist voice.
He got a book for being a big brother from my assistant principal. It's like a nature guide book on reptiles and amphibians. He loves that thing. We found two lizards outside when we were taking out the trash and tried to catch them. We failed(thankfully).When we came back inside he promptly went to his guidebook to identify the lizards.
He is an amazing butterfly catcher. He catches them with his hands. There have been several times when I hear him banging on the front door only to find him with a butterfly in each hand and a huge grin on his face.
Sometimes I am so impatient with him. I am trying so hard. But it is hard. He just wants me so much and I can't be there all the time because of Grant. I have found myself saying things that are rude to him. It's so easy to be snappy with him, and impossible to take back those snappy remarks. Not only does he get hurt by my words, he learns from them. It's an overwhelming task, being a mom.
He was trying unsuccessfully for about three minutes to put on a shirt while Troy and I were talking in his room. Finally, with one arm protruding through the arm hole, and only half his head poking through the top, he says in a sarcastic tone, "Okay, Seriously!"
Grant. Grant is heaven. Do all moms stare at their babies? Just stare at them and wonder how God could make something so perfect. Even when he cries, he is cute(up to a point). I have this instrumental CD of Christmas music and I have been playing it when I nurse him before bed time. It's beautiful music. As I sit there nursing him, I just...just...am overwhelmed with everything. Gratitude. Love. Adoration. Fear. Hope. Every once in a while he will catch my eye and actually stay focused on it. It's like he is looking right into my soul.
Motherhood, the 2nd time around, has been so much easier for me. With Mason, I doubted everything I did. I had no confidence in myself as a mother. None.
This was a completely new feeling for me because, up until that point, things that were supposed to be difficult like marriage and college and living away from home, were easy for me. I just assumed that motherhood, something I had spent my whole life dreaming about, would be natural, maybe not easy, but natural. I was so wrong.
I cried so much with Mason. I felt like a horrible mother because he wouldn't sleep or ate too much or not enough. If he was fussy, it was my fault. If he was clingy, it was my fault. I struggled so much during his first year of life.
I realize now that I was young and that had to be a part of it, but I also had very few friends with babies. And those that had babies had perfect babies. I remember one day having a conversation with a girl in one of my college classes. She had a baby girl a few months older than Mason who was a "difficult" baby. When she told me her baby didn't sleep through the night or that she cried so much people in her church recognized her cry or that she had to be rocked to sleep every night, I can't tell you the relief I felt. It was just so reassuring to know that I wasn't alone in this. Mason wasn't the only "hard" baby in the world and therefore I couldn't be the worst mother out there.
With Grant, things have been so different. I really don't think he is that much different than Mason was. Maybe a little easier, but not totally. The difference is me. When he cries, I don't panic. I finish folding the laundry and then get him. I don't feel like his crying is a bad thing. It's just what babies do. His crying is not a indicator of my abilities as a mother.
He is still far from sleeping through the night. While I desperately want him to do this for my sake, I don't feel like a failure because he's not. I feel like we're normal. I couldn't even really tell you how long he nurses on each side or how often he nurses because I don't care. I nurse him when nothing else seems to make him happy or when he's trying to suck on anything that touches his cheek. I am starting to try to find a routine but that's only for the sake of his future caregiver while I am at work.
Work. This isn't the post for this. I am not thinking about it.
I think another reason I have felt so much better about things this time around is because of this. This blog community. I have heard your weaknesses. I know your children don't always sleep or obey or look perfect. I know you get frustrated. Mommy friends are important. Otherwise you sit in your dirty house with your crying kids and wonder, "Is this what it is supposed to be like or am I just bad at this?"
I can always be a better mother. But I am doing okay. Good. Even great sometimes. And look at those two boys? I am doing okay.
I used to wonder how I could love my second child as much as Mason. I knew it would happen but it's a hard thing to understand. Then Grant came and I not only love Mason just as much, I appreciate and adore him even more. I see him differently.
His eyelashes are so dark and thick. When he laughs, I want to cry it's so cute. Sometimes just the way he says things breaks my heart because it is so precious. The other day he said "blue balloon" and it was just so cute. "Buhlue Ballllooon" And then the things he says. Sometimes he just seems so grown up. I was nursing Grant a few days ago and he comes in, sits down on the floor silently for a few minutes and finally says, "soooo, how are you doing?" in this polite, conversationalist voice.
He got a book for being a big brother from my assistant principal. It's like a nature guide book on reptiles and amphibians. He loves that thing. We found two lizards outside when we were taking out the trash and tried to catch them. We failed(thankfully).When we came back inside he promptly went to his guidebook to identify the lizards.
He is an amazing butterfly catcher. He catches them with his hands. There have been several times when I hear him banging on the front door only to find him with a butterfly in each hand and a huge grin on his face.
Sometimes I am so impatient with him. I am trying so hard. But it is hard. He just wants me so much and I can't be there all the time because of Grant. I have found myself saying things that are rude to him. It's so easy to be snappy with him, and impossible to take back those snappy remarks. Not only does he get hurt by my words, he learns from them. It's an overwhelming task, being a mom.
He was trying unsuccessfully for about three minutes to put on a shirt while Troy and I were talking in his room. Finally, with one arm protruding through the arm hole, and only half his head poking through the top, he says in a sarcastic tone, "Okay, Seriously!"
Grant. Grant is heaven. Do all moms stare at their babies? Just stare at them and wonder how God could make something so perfect. Even when he cries, he is cute(up to a point). I have this instrumental CD of Christmas music and I have been playing it when I nurse him before bed time. It's beautiful music. As I sit there nursing him, I just...just...am overwhelmed with everything. Gratitude. Love. Adoration. Fear. Hope. Every once in a while he will catch my eye and actually stay focused on it. It's like he is looking right into my soul.
Motherhood, the 2nd time around, has been so much easier for me. With Mason, I doubted everything I did. I had no confidence in myself as a mother. None.
This was a completely new feeling for me because, up until that point, things that were supposed to be difficult like marriage and college and living away from home, were easy for me. I just assumed that motherhood, something I had spent my whole life dreaming about, would be natural, maybe not easy, but natural. I was so wrong.
I cried so much with Mason. I felt like a horrible mother because he wouldn't sleep or ate too much or not enough. If he was fussy, it was my fault. If he was clingy, it was my fault. I struggled so much during his first year of life.
I realize now that I was young and that had to be a part of it, but I also had very few friends with babies. And those that had babies had perfect babies. I remember one day having a conversation with a girl in one of my college classes. She had a baby girl a few months older than Mason who was a "difficult" baby. When she told me her baby didn't sleep through the night or that she cried so much people in her church recognized her cry or that she had to be rocked to sleep every night, I can't tell you the relief I felt. It was just so reassuring to know that I wasn't alone in this. Mason wasn't the only "hard" baby in the world and therefore I couldn't be the worst mother out there.
With Grant, things have been so different. I really don't think he is that much different than Mason was. Maybe a little easier, but not totally. The difference is me. When he cries, I don't panic. I finish folding the laundry and then get him. I don't feel like his crying is a bad thing. It's just what babies do. His crying is not a indicator of my abilities as a mother.
He is still far from sleeping through the night. While I desperately want him to do this for my sake, I don't feel like a failure because he's not. I feel like we're normal. I couldn't even really tell you how long he nurses on each side or how often he nurses because I don't care. I nurse him when nothing else seems to make him happy or when he's trying to suck on anything that touches his cheek. I am starting to try to find a routine but that's only for the sake of his future caregiver while I am at work.
Work. This isn't the post for this. I am not thinking about it.
I think another reason I have felt so much better about things this time around is because of this. This blog community. I have heard your weaknesses. I know your children don't always sleep or obey or look perfect. I know you get frustrated. Mommy friends are important. Otherwise you sit in your dirty house with your crying kids and wonder, "Is this what it is supposed to be like or am I just bad at this?"
I can always be a better mother. But I am doing okay. Good. Even great sometimes. And look at those two boys? I am doing okay.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Gemas Delight out of Commission for a while
Just so everyone knows(mainly my family) Mom and Don are in San Diego with the Red Cross helping fire victims. They left yesterday(i think) after getting about an hour to pack for their two week trip to San Diego followed by a two week trip to New York to see DOn's family.
Mom said they had to leave so suddenly that she didn't get to send out her normal email explaining what part of the country she and Don will be in and she asked me to make a post. She and Don are in San Diego at the Petco(?) stadium sleeping on cots with about 500 other red cross volunteers. She said the weather is beautiful but it's a little hazy from the smoke. It sounds like it's a pretty major mobilization of Red Cross, similar to Katrina.
Her cell phone is out of commission so call Don's if you need her. After this Red Cross call they are going to New York the first two weeks of November. So, needless to say, there will be few, if any posts to mom's blog for a while. She's got a pretty good excuse, huh?
Mom said they had to leave so suddenly that she didn't get to send out her normal email explaining what part of the country she and Don will be in and she asked me to make a post. She and Don are in San Diego at the Petco(?) stadium sleeping on cots with about 500 other red cross volunteers. She said the weather is beautiful but it's a little hazy from the smoke. It sounds like it's a pretty major mobilization of Red Cross, similar to Katrina.
Her cell phone is out of commission so call Don's if you need her. After this Red Cross call they are going to New York the first two weeks of November. So, needless to say, there will be few, if any posts to mom's blog for a while. She's got a pretty good excuse, huh?
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
pics of my shopping spree
okay, so that really goofy picture of me shows off my new eye shadow, my new concealer, my new blush, and my new lipstick(which i don't like). I also brushed my hair and teeth with the respective new brushes and pinned my hair back with my new blonde bobby pins.
And here is my super cute sweater that makes me want to go on a sleigh ride and my new jeans. by the way, mason took this picture - not too bad, huh?
Oh, Dear!
Um, I have done something I never do. And I mean never. Ever
Yesterday, I went shopping.
I went to Target. I bought make up, Christmas presents, bottles for Grant, hair stuff...I spent like 80 bucks. I never do that. Ever.
Then I went to Old Navy. Eek!!!!
I bought Jeans, a sweater and three shirts. Oh, dear. I spent 26 bucks more than was in the clothing envelope.
Oh, dear.
But, I deserve it right? Right? I mean, I haven't bought jeans in TWO years!!! And they were on sale. And my lipstick was older than Mason. No, not Grant, Mason. 4 years. And the sweater is so cute. THe last sweater I bought was about 5 years ago. And this one is SOOOOO cute. I just can't wait to wear it. Oh, dear. And I still bought the cheapest makeup I could find...
Of course, Troy's response to all of this, was "Good for you. You deserve it." He's so great.
I also went to Bath and Body works.
Oh, Dear!!!!
I only spent 3 dollars there, but still! I had a coupon. I have four more coupons. I have to use them all, right? Oh, my!
It was so very fun. This is what happens when you deposit a disability check on the same day you get paid... The bank account looks so good...
Dave Ramsey would be so disappointed.
Oh, pooh! I deserve it, darn it! Maybe, if I ever take a shower again, I will get dressed up in my new goodies with my face beautified in my new make up, and post a picture and all of you ladies will say,
"Why, Jenny, what a good thing you did! Shopping is vital to being a woman. It's like air. You only did what is expected, no demanded of you!"
Oh, dear...
Yesterday, I went shopping.
I went to Target. I bought make up, Christmas presents, bottles for Grant, hair stuff...I spent like 80 bucks. I never do that. Ever.
Then I went to Old Navy. Eek!!!!
I bought Jeans, a sweater and three shirts. Oh, dear. I spent 26 bucks more than was in the clothing envelope.
Oh, dear.
But, I deserve it right? Right? I mean, I haven't bought jeans in TWO years!!! And they were on sale. And my lipstick was older than Mason. No, not Grant, Mason. 4 years. And the sweater is so cute. THe last sweater I bought was about 5 years ago. And this one is SOOOOO cute. I just can't wait to wear it. Oh, dear. And I still bought the cheapest makeup I could find...
Of course, Troy's response to all of this, was "Good for you. You deserve it." He's so great.
I also went to Bath and Body works.
Oh, Dear!!!!
I only spent 3 dollars there, but still! I had a coupon. I have four more coupons. I have to use them all, right? Oh, my!
It was so very fun. This is what happens when you deposit a disability check on the same day you get paid... The bank account looks so good...
Dave Ramsey would be so disappointed.
Oh, pooh! I deserve it, darn it! Maybe, if I ever take a shower again, I will get dressed up in my new goodies with my face beautified in my new make up, and post a picture and all of you ladies will say,
"Why, Jenny, what a good thing you did! Shopping is vital to being a woman. It's like air. You only did what is expected, no demanded of you!"
Oh, dear...
Already?
Grant rolled over yesterday. It was from his tummy to his back, but I still couldn't believe it. I feel l,ike every day he gets so big. I just want to slow down time. Every day is one day closer to me returning to work. but that's another post entirely...
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sleeping Boys
It's 8:48 am and Mason is still asleep. In our bed, but asleep, nonetheless.
But the real victory of the night was Grant. It wasn't a huge victory but I think it will begin to happen.
I bought him an alarm clock that plays CDs AND has four different nature sounds on it. So last night, I put on the ocean waves, swaddled him into a baby burrito, and put him in his swing. He slept from 10pm to 2:30am. And then until 4:30 and then until 7:30. I know this may sound like nothing of a victory but the boy had previously slept no longer than 2 hours by himself in his room.
The other big thing is that he went back to sleep every time just with some gentle rocking, not nursing or a pacifer. Well, he did nurse, but then woke up until I rocked him to sleep.
He's only four weeks old. I mean, we have to start somewhere, right?
He is in such a good mood this morning. Just all grins and kicks.
But the real victory of the night was Grant. It wasn't a huge victory but I think it will begin to happen.
I bought him an alarm clock that plays CDs AND has four different nature sounds on it. So last night, I put on the ocean waves, swaddled him into a baby burrito, and put him in his swing. He slept from 10pm to 2:30am. And then until 4:30 and then until 7:30. I know this may sound like nothing of a victory but the boy had previously slept no longer than 2 hours by himself in his room.
The other big thing is that he went back to sleep every time just with some gentle rocking, not nursing or a pacifer. Well, he did nurse, but then woke up until I rocked him to sleep.
He's only four weeks old. I mean, we have to start somewhere, right?
He is in such a good mood this morning. Just all grins and kicks.
Tagged
This is for my family.
I have a feeling this 'tagged' thing will stall out on us because mom and i kind of goofed. So I am officially tagging you all - Tammie, Tania, Gina, Kara, and Amber...is that all of us???
So HA!
:)
I have a feeling this 'tagged' thing will stall out on us because mom and i kind of goofed. So I am officially tagging you all - Tammie, Tania, Gina, Kara, and Amber...is that all of us???
So HA!
:)
Monday, October 22, 2007
Ranch Pics
That's Mason in the distance! Many frogs were caught and now mercilessly have died.
One month old Grant. One month old...don't even get me started...
Grant and his Gema - oh, they had fun together!Sunday, October 21, 2007
My provider
I have been meaning to post this but time is not always on my side. It seems Grant has decided sleep is not so fun anymore.
Anyway, the other day, I opened a bill from the hospital. Not a fun thing to do. It was still very high and unfortunately it appears that the insurance has already paid their portion. Well, the very next thing I opened was a check for about 20 dollars more than the bill. It was for Troy's contract work which is money we don't depend on or anything. It's very unpredictable. But wow. Here it was, completely paying for that bill. God's an awesome provider.
Today, when I got home from the ranch, I saw an envelope from my disability insurance. I opened it cautiously, hoping that we would get something, anything to help us out during the time I won't be getting a paycheck at all. Well, let's just say that it was far more than I expected. A huge blessing from our financial provider, God.
There's been so many other things like that. Grocery money going farther. Cars not guzzling gas. Unbelievable generosity from friends and family. It's just amazing.
I am just so very grateful for the way He is providing. Thank you, thank you , thank you, Jesus.
Anyway, the other day, I opened a bill from the hospital. Not a fun thing to do. It was still very high and unfortunately it appears that the insurance has already paid their portion. Well, the very next thing I opened was a check for about 20 dollars more than the bill. It was for Troy's contract work which is money we don't depend on or anything. It's very unpredictable. But wow. Here it was, completely paying for that bill. God's an awesome provider.
Today, when I got home from the ranch, I saw an envelope from my disability insurance. I opened it cautiously, hoping that we would get something, anything to help us out during the time I won't be getting a paycheck at all. Well, let's just say that it was far more than I expected. A huge blessing from our financial provider, God.
There's been so many other things like that. Grocery money going farther. Cars not guzzling gas. Unbelievable generosity from friends and family. It's just amazing.
I am just so very grateful for the way He is providing. Thank you, thank you , thank you, Jesus.
It's coming
Can you hear it?
It's coming.
It began as a whispery breeze. A few leaves fluttered from their perch.
Then it came in moaning gusts scattering leaves in every direction.
I heard the first howl as I tucked Mason in.
The first cold front of the year. The first real one.
It's whistling down my chimney, wrapping itself around the house, warming our hearts as it chills the air.
Autumn, in all its blustery glory, has arrived.
Soon, leaves will paint the town in vibrant oranges and reds and will then fall leaf by leaf to the crunchy grass below. Piles will be raked and laughter will ensue as children leap into them. Soups will warm us body and soul. Our breath will hang in little clouds in the crisp air. Fires will be made and hot chocolate will be sipped.
Autumn is here.
Of all the things God has made for us to enjoy in His world, seasons are my favorite. We could have the same exact weather day after day. Imagine that. But he made us seasons. Season that you can actually see and feel as one fades into another. He could have made every day the same...
It's coming.
It began as a whispery breeze. A few leaves fluttered from their perch.
Then it came in moaning gusts scattering leaves in every direction.
I heard the first howl as I tucked Mason in.
The first cold front of the year. The first real one.
It's whistling down my chimney, wrapping itself around the house, warming our hearts as it chills the air.
Autumn, in all its blustery glory, has arrived.
Soon, leaves will paint the town in vibrant oranges and reds and will then fall leaf by leaf to the crunchy grass below. Piles will be raked and laughter will ensue as children leap into them. Soups will warm us body and soul. Our breath will hang in little clouds in the crisp air. Fires will be made and hot chocolate will be sipped.
Autumn is here.
Of all the things God has made for us to enjoy in His world, seasons are my favorite. We could have the same exact weather day after day. Imagine that. But he made us seasons. Season that you can actually see and feel as one fades into another. He could have made every day the same...
Tagged
Seven things you never knew about me and now wish you didn't. Or as you put it...Seven strange/weird/crazy things about me:
1. I have gone to Hobby Lobby so many times in one week that Mason actually started crying when we pulled into the parking lot. It wasn't a tantrum either. It was big tears of genuine depression.
2. I once dreamed, passionately, of being an olympic gymnast. That dream ended with two broken arms in a span of 6 months.
3. I can remember with absolute clarity on what part of the page something was written. Upper right hand corner, about three lines down, etc...
4. I wore the exact same dress and high heels to my highschool and college graduation. That just shows you how very cheap I am. I literally have bought like maybe three dresses in the 7 years I have been married.
5. I cry every, EVERY, time I watch Forrest Gump or A league of their Own. THe part where Forrest is talking to Jenny's grave - good gosh, I just can't make it. And then, in a league of their own, when that one girl gets a telegram that her husband died in the war - I bawl every time. In fact, I am fairly certain that is the first movie that made me cry.
6. I cannot stand the sound of someone eating cereal. I mean it seriously annoys me to no end. It always sounds like they're congested while slurping soup. I also can't stand the smell of hot ketchup. Gross.
7. I think in blog format. All of my thoughts are in blog format here lately. I literally can't stop myself. I often can't go to sleep at night because I am "writing" in my head and I keep changing what I want to say and then I have to go back the beginning of my "post." It's quite exhausting. I have even had a hard time praying a couple of times because I will, unknowingly, start writing a blog about how great God is rather than just praying it.
I tag Kara and Mom
1. I have gone to Hobby Lobby so many times in one week that Mason actually started crying when we pulled into the parking lot. It wasn't a tantrum either. It was big tears of genuine depression.
2. I once dreamed, passionately, of being an olympic gymnast. That dream ended with two broken arms in a span of 6 months.
3. I can remember with absolute clarity on what part of the page something was written. Upper right hand corner, about three lines down, etc...
4. I wore the exact same dress and high heels to my highschool and college graduation. That just shows you how very cheap I am. I literally have bought like maybe three dresses in the 7 years I have been married.
5. I cry every, EVERY, time I watch Forrest Gump or A league of their Own. THe part where Forrest is talking to Jenny's grave - good gosh, I just can't make it. And then, in a league of their own, when that one girl gets a telegram that her husband died in the war - I bawl every time. In fact, I am fairly certain that is the first movie that made me cry.
6. I cannot stand the sound of someone eating cereal. I mean it seriously annoys me to no end. It always sounds like they're congested while slurping soup. I also can't stand the smell of hot ketchup. Gross.
7. I think in blog format. All of my thoughts are in blog format here lately. I literally can't stop myself. I often can't go to sleep at night because I am "writing" in my head and I keep changing what I want to say and then I have to go back the beginning of my "post." It's quite exhausting. I have even had a hard time praying a couple of times because I will, unknowingly, start writing a blog about how great God is rather than just praying it.
I tag Kara and Mom
Thursday, October 18, 2007
A lil peace n quiet
We are at our ranch in fredericksburg. And by we, I mean me and the two wilde boys. I think I brought everything I own. We're staying for three days. We brought so much stuff you'd think we were moving here.
So right now the smell of my mom's cooking has filled the one room cabin. Mason is enjoying some pop pop time and Grant is sacked out on his boppy pillow.
It's so very peaceful and quiet and wonderful. It just makes me so thankful for family and the wonderful, beautiful world God made for us.
Dinner's ready. Yummmmmmmmmmm
So right now the smell of my mom's cooking has filled the one room cabin. Mason is enjoying some pop pop time and Grant is sacked out on his boppy pillow.
It's so very peaceful and quiet and wonderful. It just makes me so thankful for family and the wonderful, beautiful world God made for us.
Dinner's ready. Yummmmmmmmmmm
Monday, October 15, 2007
Long shot but
They boys and I are going to the park by the church at about 4:30. I think we'll be there for at least an hour.
If by some miracle you read this, have nothing to do, and can load up your kiddos to meet us there, we would love it.
If no one shows up, my feeling will not, i repeat, WILL NOT be hurt. I am giving you less than an hour's notice and that's if you are reading this as I type which is impossible.
If by some miracle you read this, have nothing to do, and can load up your kiddos to meet us there, we would love it.
If no one shows up, my feeling will not, i repeat, WILL NOT be hurt. I am giving you less than an hour's notice and that's if you are reading this as I type which is impossible.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
confession
The below picture of Ellie was not taken by me. It was taken by Kylah.
Yep, so there you go. It's the camera, not me. :)
Now, I did crop it, change it to black and white, adjust the lighting, and alter the brightness and contrast but still. The picture, that perfectly timed smile, was captured by Kylah.
Yep, so there you go. It's the camera, not me. :)
Now, I did crop it, change it to black and white, adjust the lighting, and alter the brightness and contrast but still. The picture, that perfectly timed smile, was captured by Kylah.
For seph
Kylah and Ellie came over for a short while last night and Mason was making Ellie laugh sooo hard by hitting himself in the head and doing other equally goofy things. I hope the picture makes you smile, not cry, Seph.Oh, and Troy was like beyond thrilled when he came home and saw her. He played with her for quite a while too...
Getting so big...
He is getting so big. He has started staying awake a lot more and he smiles a lot. He has been fussier here lately but that's onlybecause I think he doesn't respond well to chocolate. That's not good for me...
Maybe he's not so big after all...
I cannot tell you how much mason loves Grant. He always asks me to change his diaper so he will wake up. And he gets annoyed when I feed him because he goes to sleep. They laid on the boppy pillow like this for a good thirty minutes.
A monkey and his banana
My boys are going to be a monkey and a banana for halloween. Aren't they so stinkin' cute!? Grant's costume swallows him up. I just hope Halloween is chilly or I am going to have half dressed little boys...
Friday, October 12, 2007
I am...(not so serious)
I am a mother and a wife
I wonder why it's so hard to take out the trash or to not leave your shoes in the big middle of the floor
I hear Lord knows what during "quiet time"
I see dirty dishes, dirty laundry, dirty floors, dirty kids, dirty...
I want to sleep for 8 straight hours with only my husband
I am a mother and a wife
I pretend that the grasshopper held three inches from my nose is cool, not terrifyingly disgusting.
I feel like coffee is my new best friend
I touch the frog, the slimy, warty, icky, catch-of-the-day frog and force a smile
I worry that my son will learn where I hide the candy
I cry because
I am a wife and a mother
I understand that this is supposed to be hard and it's okay
I say I love you more than anything in the world and I mean it.
I dream that this day will be as imperfectly perfect as the one before it.
I try not to think about the day the boys will leave us
I hope they know that they are my dreams come true
I am a wife and a mother
I wonder why it's so hard to take out the trash or to not leave your shoes in the big middle of the floor
I hear Lord knows what during "quiet time"
I see dirty dishes, dirty laundry, dirty floors, dirty kids, dirty...
I want to sleep for 8 straight hours with only my husband
I am a mother and a wife
I pretend that the grasshopper held three inches from my nose is cool, not terrifyingly disgusting.
I feel like coffee is my new best friend
I touch the frog, the slimy, warty, icky, catch-of-the-day frog and force a smile
I worry that my son will learn where I hide the candy
I cry because
I am a wife and a mother
I understand that this is supposed to be hard and it's okay
I say I love you more than anything in the world and I mean it.
I dream that this day will be as imperfectly perfect as the one before it.
I try not to think about the day the boys will leave us
I hope they know that they are my dreams come true
I am a wife and a mother
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I am ...
I am a dreamer , not a doer
I wonder what my place in this world really is
I hear the encouraging words of others
I see a craft room filled with unending colorful supplies
I want to find that thing I was really meant to do
I am a dreamer,not a doer
I pretend to work towards this goal
I feel like I will just fail
I touch the blank canvas
I worry that i'm not good enough
I cry because I don't know how to make it happen.
I am dreamer, not a doer
I understand that I have to work for my dreams
I say I'll do it someday
I dream of my studio where my creativity can flourish
I try out a new idea
I hope someday it, I, will happen
I am a dreamer, not a doer
I wonder what my place in this world really is
I hear the encouraging words of others
I see a craft room filled with unending colorful supplies
I want to find that thing I was really meant to do
I am a dreamer,not a doer
I pretend to work towards this goal
I feel like I will just fail
I touch the blank canvas
I worry that i'm not good enough
I cry because I don't know how to make it happen.
I am dreamer, not a doer
I understand that I have to work for my dreams
I say I'll do it someday
I dream of my studio where my creativity can flourish
I try out a new idea
I hope someday it, I, will happen
I am a dreamer, not a doer
I had a thought today.
I was making some worksheets for my sub(it was one of the last things on my "to do before baby" list and it's just now getting done. ) and I had an idea for all us bloggers. Below is an assignment that I am giving to my students. I thought those of us that wanted to could do it too. You don't have to, of course. But I thought it might be cool. So, if you're interested, copy and paste the form into the Edit HTML version of your new post window and complete the poem. IT DOES NOT HAVE TO RHYME.
And let's all post them on Saturday sometime so that we see them all about the same time and, therefore, aren't influenced by other's ideas when we write our own. And, as I tell my students, when you write, there is no wrong idea. Just go with it. From junk emerges greatness. And, unlike I tell my students, THIS IS NOT FOR A GRADE.
And I will not be at all offended if no one does this. It was just a thought.
I am…
Fill in the blanks to write this poem about who you are and the things you think, feel, wish, dream…
I am (two special characteristics you have)
I wonder (Something you are actually curious about)
I hear (an imaginary sound – something you hear a lot in your life)
I see (An imaginary sight)
I want (an actual thing you want)
I am (Repeat the very first line of your poem)
I pretend (Something you pretend to do)
I feel (Something you feel emotionally)
I touch (Something you imagine you touch)
I worry (something you actually worry about)
I cry(Something that makes you cry)
I am (Repeat the very first line of the poem)
I understand (Something you know is true)
I say (Something you believe in)
I dream (A dream you actually have)
I try (Something you try to do)
I hope (Something that you really hope for)
I am (Repeat the very first line of the poem)
I was making some worksheets for my sub(it was one of the last things on my "to do before baby" list and it's just now getting done. ) and I had an idea for all us bloggers. Below is an assignment that I am giving to my students. I thought those of us that wanted to could do it too. You don't have to, of course. But I thought it might be cool. So, if you're interested, copy and paste the form into the Edit HTML version of your new post window and complete the poem. IT DOES NOT HAVE TO RHYME.
And let's all post them on Saturday sometime so that we see them all about the same time and, therefore, aren't influenced by other's ideas when we write our own. And, as I tell my students, when you write, there is no wrong idea. Just go with it. From junk emerges greatness. And, unlike I tell my students, THIS IS NOT FOR A GRADE.
And I will not be at all offended if no one does this. It was just a thought.
I am…
Fill in the blanks to write this poem about who you are and the things you think, feel, wish, dream…
I am (two special characteristics you have)
I wonder (Something you are actually curious about)
I hear (an imaginary sound – something you hear a lot in your life)
I see (An imaginary sight)
I want (an actual thing you want)
I am (Repeat the very first line of your poem)
I pretend (Something you pretend to do)
I feel (Something you feel emotionally)
I touch (Something you imagine you touch)
I worry (something you actually worry about)
I cry(Something that makes you cry)
I am (Repeat the very first line of the poem)
I understand (Something you know is true)
I say (Something you believe in)
I dream (A dream you actually have)
I try (Something you try to do)
I hope (Something that you really hope for)
I am (Repeat the very first line of the poem)
zzzzz....
i feel like the mother of a newborn today. sleepy. dead tired sleepy. must force myself to do anything.
oh, i have a sub. i met her yesterday. she is great. i am relieved.
thats all i got.
oh, i have a sub. i met her yesterday. she is great. i am relieved.
thats all i got.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
A great first
So, anyone who knows me at all knows that I am not a huge sports fan. I've tried. I really have. But it just doesn't click for me. I don't know why. I misssing that gene or something.
Well, I have been trying really hard to get into the football season this year. One, because Troy loves it and I feel I should try to show some interest in his interest. Two, because the HD tv just makes you feel like the players are in your living room. It's hard not to at least watch the game when it looks so good.
Last night's game intrigued me from the get go because of the whole Bills Cowboys rivalry, haven't played on Monday night in 13 years(or however many) thing, and I am a sucker for stories like that. Also, the fact that the cowboys were undefeated was interesting. And when all but one of the sports commentators said Dallas would win like it was a walk in the park, I just thought that the game might be surprising and entertaining. By the way, the one commentator who said the Bills would win said it as though it was the funniest thing he ever said. All this said, I camped out on the couch with grant to watch the game.
Let me just say, I picked a good game to watch. I, sports dummy, was glued. You could even hear me say things like, "Are you kidding me?!...That was almost intercepted again!...seriously Tony stop closing your eyes when you throw the ball!" Yes, I used a player's name. Yes, I used a few football terms. At one point during the game, after I said something similar to the above, troy looked at me with a new love and in complete shock and says, "i was thinking that too..."
The last two kicks. Holy cow. It was painful to watch. Troy always laughs at me when I say, "Oh, God! I would hate to be the kicker! If Mason is a kicker, I won't watch. I won't..." He just laughs at me.
So, now I am actually looking forward to the cowboys patriots game because they're both undefeated(a fact in previous times that I couldn't tell you if my life was on the line), and because I think the game should be pretty good as well.
So there you have it. Troy's dreams may be coming true. After 7 years of marriage, I have shown interest in a game that wasn't the superbowl or the last game in a series or something.
Well, I have been trying really hard to get into the football season this year. One, because Troy loves it and I feel I should try to show some interest in his interest. Two, because the HD tv just makes you feel like the players are in your living room. It's hard not to at least watch the game when it looks so good.
Last night's game intrigued me from the get go because of the whole Bills Cowboys rivalry, haven't played on Monday night in 13 years(or however many) thing, and I am a sucker for stories like that. Also, the fact that the cowboys were undefeated was interesting. And when all but one of the sports commentators said Dallas would win like it was a walk in the park, I just thought that the game might be surprising and entertaining. By the way, the one commentator who said the Bills would win said it as though it was the funniest thing he ever said. All this said, I camped out on the couch with grant to watch the game.
Let me just say, I picked a good game to watch. I, sports dummy, was glued. You could even hear me say things like, "Are you kidding me?!...That was almost intercepted again!...seriously Tony stop closing your eyes when you throw the ball!" Yes, I used a player's name. Yes, I used a few football terms. At one point during the game, after I said something similar to the above, troy looked at me with a new love and in complete shock and says, "i was thinking that too..."
The last two kicks. Holy cow. It was painful to watch. Troy always laughs at me when I say, "Oh, God! I would hate to be the kicker! If Mason is a kicker, I won't watch. I won't..." He just laughs at me.
So, now I am actually looking forward to the cowboys patriots game because they're both undefeated(a fact in previous times that I couldn't tell you if my life was on the line), and because I think the game should be pretty good as well.
So there you have it. Troy's dreams may be coming true. After 7 years of marriage, I have shown interest in a game that wasn't the superbowl or the last game in a series or something.
Monday, October 8, 2007
He still sleeps...
but not from about 11 pm to 1 am. During these hours he is adorably wide awake. Well, it's adorable now, but I can see this changing quickly.
I don't really know how to change this little routine. The good news is that once he goes to sleep, he is out for a good while. Last night he slept from midnight to five! Then I fed him and he slept until about 8am. Of course this was in our bed, but that just really doesn't bother me.
Currently he is drifting off to sleep on my chest. Every few minutes his face scrunches up in pain(what I think is pain) and he then lets out a very sad little screamy cry. I think his tummy hurts. He is making some other noises too...anyway, I think tonight is going to be rough...
I feel like I give him Mylicon drops a lot. But they seem to help..
I think we are ready to make the move to the bed...I am sleepy...
I don't really know how to change this little routine. The good news is that once he goes to sleep, he is out for a good while. Last night he slept from midnight to five! Then I fed him and he slept until about 8am. Of course this was in our bed, but that just really doesn't bother me.
Currently he is drifting off to sleep on my chest. Every few minutes his face scrunches up in pain(what I think is pain) and he then lets out a very sad little screamy cry. I think his tummy hurts. He is making some other noises too...anyway, I think tonight is going to be rough...
I feel like I give him Mylicon drops a lot. But they seem to help..
I think we are ready to make the move to the bed...I am sleepy...
Sunday, October 7, 2007
A little memory
When we were newlyweds we would take the most amazing naps together. The sound of the TV, usually espn, played in the background and we would snuggle together on our blue faded garage sale couch and sleep until whenever. I would be nestled in my nook, that little spot where his chest sinks under his collarbone and there we would sleep, just us for hours. Sometimes I ache for those lazy afternoons...
Now naps are different. They are far less frequent and far more valuable. Now, I am wedged between Mason who spends the first thirty minutes of nap time wiggling and Grant who nurses on and off until he curls up next to me and finally drifts off into that perfect deep sleep of a newborn. Then I lay there and watch both of my boys breathe soft and deep. I look at their perfect eyelashes and lips. I run my fingers through their soft blonde hair. I feel their small movements as they sleep so peacefully. And I realize, with tears in my eyes, that my dreams are coming true...
Now naps are different. They are far less frequent and far more valuable. Now, I am wedged between Mason who spends the first thirty minutes of nap time wiggling and Grant who nurses on and off until he curls up next to me and finally drifts off into that perfect deep sleep of a newborn. Then I lay there and watch both of my boys breathe soft and deep. I look at their perfect eyelashes and lips. I run my fingers through their soft blonde hair. I feel their small movements as they sleep so peacefully. And I realize, with tears in my eyes, that my dreams are coming true...
Friday, October 5, 2007
2 Week Check Up
Grant is doing great! He has gained a pound since his last check up. So I guess he is definitely eating enough.
His belly button fell off today, well, not his belly button. Gee, that would be funny. His umbilical cord fell off. I am so glad. I thought it would never come off. So, since we were rid of that icky thing, Grant got his first real bath in a tub. He was not a fan. But he's so cute in that tub! I just love naked babies!
His right eye is swollen sometimes and that is perfectly normal, claims the doc. I am relieved. I had a small fear that my child would forever look like a bee stung his eye or someone punched him. And the crusty goop that sometimes forms on his eyes is also normal - I just need to massage his tear ducts. Mason had this problem, but much worse. I hope that Grant's stays minimal.
So, he's doing good. One of my friends from school is loaning me her breast pump which is a huge blessing. I hope that it works great and I can keep breastfeeding after I work. I am really worried it won't. I will just have to believe. and pray. and pump.
His belly button fell off today, well, not his belly button. Gee, that would be funny. His umbilical cord fell off. I am so glad. I thought it would never come off. So, since we were rid of that icky thing, Grant got his first real bath in a tub. He was not a fan. But he's so cute in that tub! I just love naked babies!
His right eye is swollen sometimes and that is perfectly normal, claims the doc. I am relieved. I had a small fear that my child would forever look like a bee stung his eye or someone punched him. And the crusty goop that sometimes forms on his eyes is also normal - I just need to massage his tear ducts. Mason had this problem, but much worse. I hope that Grant's stays minimal.
So, he's doing good. One of my friends from school is loaning me her breast pump which is a huge blessing. I hope that it works great and I can keep breastfeeding after I work. I am really worried it won't. I will just have to believe. and pray. and pump.
I tried...
I wanted to do something simply sweet for my hubby. Nothing big, nothing important, but sweet so that he would know I loved him and appreciated how hard he is working.
I took Mason to school today and, after Grant had his 2 week check up, he and I went to Target. Grant helped me pick out three of Troy's favorite snacks and I picked up a card. I wrote a sweet note and wrapped the goodies. Then Grant and I drove to Troy's work where I was going to just put the present in his car.
Well, the car was locked, but the windows were cracked. I was able to squeeze my arm in the back window and popped the lock. That's when the alarm sounded. Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if the alarm would just stop or keep going indefinitely. After staring at the car for a minute, I decided to call Troy.
This was all happening at about 11:02 and Troy's class that he teaches had just begun and when he answered the phone, he sounded slightly annoyed. (I have somehow unintentionally called him three class days in a row during class) He sounded much more annoyed when I told him I had just set the alarm off in his car.
"I'll be there in a minute."
Of course, right as he got to the car, the alarm stopped all by itself.
Needless to say, the sweet "surprise" didn't quite work out the way I intended. Troy was still appreciative, but it just wasn't the way I wanted my sweet act to go.
I guess we'll have to try again...
:)
I took Mason to school today and, after Grant had his 2 week check up, he and I went to Target. Grant helped me pick out three of Troy's favorite snacks and I picked up a card. I wrote a sweet note and wrapped the goodies. Then Grant and I drove to Troy's work where I was going to just put the present in his car.
Well, the car was locked, but the windows were cracked. I was able to squeeze my arm in the back window and popped the lock. That's when the alarm sounded. Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk! I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if the alarm would just stop or keep going indefinitely. After staring at the car for a minute, I decided to call Troy.
This was all happening at about 11:02 and Troy's class that he teaches had just begun and when he answered the phone, he sounded slightly annoyed. (I have somehow unintentionally called him three class days in a row during class) He sounded much more annoyed when I told him I had just set the alarm off in his car.
"I'll be there in a minute."
Of course, right as he got to the car, the alarm stopped all by itself.
Needless to say, the sweet "surprise" didn't quite work out the way I intended. Troy was still appreciative, but it just wasn't the way I wanted my sweet act to go.
I guess we'll have to try again...
:)
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
awake pictures and one sleeping one
Look at him holding up his head - what strong muscles!
Just lounging around - The pacifier has become a good friend...
Okay, he looks like he has freakishly big hands, but I promise he doesn't.
Me and my Baby Grant
Now, do I have some handsome boys or what?
No words for how perfect he is...Daddy and Grant
Yummy!
I was secretly hoping that in the parade of wonderful food that has made its way across my threshold, there would be one item in particular. One of my favorites. Made in all it's perfect pina colada glory by only one person. I was hoping for it, but didn't know if it would come.
Today, the pina colada cake/cookies came, delivered by T. but made by the one and only, e.
I ate one in secret. That's it. Just one.
They, er, I mean, it was delicious, everything I had dreamed it would be(that's one of my favorite phrases, can you tell?) and that's why I ate one.
Alright, fine, I ate three...in like 30 seconds. I practically inhaled them. And then I finished Mason's when he didn't want the last bite of his.
I am tempted to eat the rest of them before troy gets home so he will never even know about them.
Oops. Just did.
You're the best, E! Your cookies made my day!
Today, the pina colada cake/cookies came, delivered by T. but made by the one and only, e.
I ate one in secret. That's it. Just one.
They, er, I mean, it was delicious, everything I had dreamed it would be(that's one of my favorite phrases, can you tell?) and that's why I ate one.
Alright, fine, I ate three...in like 30 seconds. I practically inhaled them. And then I finished Mason's when he didn't want the last bite of his.
I am tempted to eat the rest of them before troy gets home so he will never even know about them.
Oops. Just did.
You're the best, E! Your cookies made my day!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Absolute Cuteness
I am sitting here on my bed checking blogs and Grant is actually awake laying on the bed next to me. He is making the cutest little baby faces! I just can't hardly get anything done because he is just so darn cute. About five minutes ago, I think he attempted a giggle. I know. It was probably just some random hiccup/burp sneeze or something that came out like a giggle, but in my book it was grant's first squeal of joy.
So stinkin' cute... I can't get anything done. Not because he is bad, but because when he's awake I just lay there talking to him. And when he's asleep, I just want to snuggle with him. Mason is equally taken with him. He is, right now, holding his head in his hands and saying in a baby voice, "How's my baby Grant? Oh, he's so sweet...boo boo kins...I love you...how's my baby brother...am I being silly?" THen he looks up at me and says, "Baby Grant is so cute. He's even cute when he's naked."
I think Grant likes Mason just as much. He just stares at him and I really think he is smiling at him. Really.
Needless to say, we are all still in our PJs. It's 10:21.
So stinkin' cute... I can't get anything done. Not because he is bad, but because when he's awake I just lay there talking to him. And when he's asleep, I just want to snuggle with him. Mason is equally taken with him. He is, right now, holding his head in his hands and saying in a baby voice, "How's my baby Grant? Oh, he's so sweet...boo boo kins...I love you...how's my baby brother...am I being silly?" THen he looks up at me and says, "Baby Grant is so cute. He's even cute when he's naked."
I think Grant likes Mason just as much. He just stares at him and I really think he is smiling at him. Really.
Needless to say, we are all still in our PJs. It's 10:21.
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