Thursday, November 20, 2008
Angel #1 - The lady at church who confessed her second child, a son, blew her mind. She too had a daughter first who gave her no trouble at all. Then, when number two came along, she no longer felt she knew anything about being a parent. This was after church and I started tearing up as she told me about her experience. Bless you, Jill!!
Angel #2 - The man at Barnes and Noble last Tuesday ... Will held the door open for you and you said, "What a nice young man!"
I said, "We're sure trying."
"Looks like you're doing a great job," the man replied.
I felt kind of bad for hoping he left before Will had a chance to throw a fit.
Bless you, Mr. Man.
Angel #3 - A friend who recently asked if she and her husband could come by a visit with us about parenting and homeschooling. They are planning to adopt soon and want to pick our brain ... get tips from the "experts". How amazing does that feel to have someone love your kids enough to think you are a good parent? Bless you, my dear.
As I started writing this, Will got mad because I wouldn't let him have a cookie before he eats his lunch. He is now banished to his room after screaming, a spanking, and kicking at me. I'm trying to focus on the good days and know that this won't last forever. I do grow weary though and feel constantly as if I'm failing William somehow.
When they got home Macy was business as usual. The other two, not so much. Simba was literally walking around the yard wailing. I let him in and slept by my bed until late last night. Bella was miserable too. It was as if someone had burst her proverbial bubble. They were absolutely pitiful.
Things look better this morning. Everyone has eaten a little and mommy has distributed all the appropriate medications. Glad my canine babies are back with me!
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Deana stated she had the safety of the Obama family in her prayers. I so got that but others didn't. I can't help but wonder why.
My comment was as follows: "There's a special kind of crazy that racists and white supremacists possess. A scary kind of crazy, to me anyway. Any kind of hate that motivates grown men to wear hoods and dance around a fire together while burning the symbol of our Lord's most precious sacrifice is indicative of a scary, special kind of crazy. And even if they don't do that, their are many levels of nutjobs out there. But Deana may be thinking something else ..."
I mean, I'm in no way the most educated of persons. I do read though and I own a television and I am aware that these people exist. They are organized and their hate is spread through generations and they are capable of great evil. I think it is very reasonable to worry about the safety of our President elect.
I think Barack Obama has the challenge of uniting our country, restoring our reputation and replenishing our hope. I happen to believe he has the wisdom and ability to do just that. He can "use his words" as most of us were taught in Kindergarten to solve problems. Oh, I am so excited of what the future holds!
I know that older generations will have a hard time with this. They were taught differently. I don't blame them and I don't exactly blame the generation before them. But as Maya Angelou said, "When you know better, you do better." I know better. Hopefully my kids will know even better than I do. My generation is breaking the mold on hatred, be it based on ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation or skin color. Break, break, break.
I am also well aware that there are plenty of people my age and younger who still perpetuate the hate. They writhed in their seats at the thought of a black President. They were thrilled to see the slander pour into their inboxes (and more than happy to pass it on) that gave them so called justification for their choice at the polls. And let's be clear here ... they weren't so much choosing John McCain as they were allowing themselves to hate Barack Obama.
Bill Maher said, "23% of Texans still think Barack Obama is a Muslim," just a few days before the election. Two things are sad about that. One, that they thought it was true and that fact allowed them to hate him and not vote for him. And two, they allowed that to be a reason to hate him. How embarrassing on both counts ... and on soooo many levels.
(My favorite haters are the ones who had double hate. They hated him because they thought he was a Muslim and then they hated him because of Reverend Wright. So a Muslim sat in a Christian church and listened to Rev. Wright week after week. Sure. WhatNever. Perhaps you should have to pass a minimal IQ test to be allowed to register to vote.)
I realize that many Republicans suffered a disappointing blow with the direction this campaign went. However, I appreciate so much the ones who have since adjusted their mind set enough to offer support to our new Commander in Chief; who have realized what an amazing accomplishment Barack Obama's election is for our country; and those who have not started down a hateful, bitter, racist path to hope for nothing but the demise of our new leader.
To those wallowing in their own hate and bitterness, step up.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
It is a new chapter ... and it feels weird to not have a "baby" in diapers anymore. That's not exactly a complaint, it is just weird.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
(Picture from the airport the day we picked her up.)
After a week she's peed on the carpet only once which is better than Will has done. LOL. That's not bad for a less than four month old. (It is kind of frustrating for a just turned 4 year old though.)
She is embracing us. She insists on being right by me all day. Which, of course, I love. She has a funny little bark and growl.
A couple of nights ago the kids came down after their bath and were sitting on the couch with Mark and Macy. Bella went running over there barking at them as if they were strangers breaking in. Macy hopped down as if to check out what the problem was. Not sure what little bit thought was happening but she tucked her tail between her legs and bolted toward me yelping the whole way as if her tail were on fire. We laughed so hard. Still do when we talk about it.
We sure are enjoying her. Puppy smooches to all.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
The first day went well. I felt sore that night but the next day I was phenomenally better. Then I went back on Friday. It was not as fun any more.
She makes me use muscles I don't have. My legs, my backside, my tummy ... my moosles don't work that way. And that night, I hurt and ached very much. The next day I felt even worse.
I told Mark last night, while I was actually feeling very well, that I didn't know if I would go back. He didn't miss a beat and reminded me of how I "encouraged" Trinity to continue her therapy for her broken arm last summer ... even though it was not fun and it was very uncomfortable for her.
Argh! He can't remember a 5 item grocery list for 15 minutes but he can pull that out of his hat from a year ago???? Not fair.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Well, she never ... came up to me and said, "Mommy, I have something for you," followed by a great big hug. He did. I wanted to buy him a pony.
Then, a few days later I told him I wished he had something for me. He said it again, "Mommy, I have something for you."
"You do?" I asked. "What?"
"A change," he replied.
"Change to what?" I inquired.
"Change to my diaper; I have poopy."
Oh my son, you quack me up!!!!!!
If only potting training could be forced. My baby will be 4 next month. I'm ready for a break from diapies.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Regarding my son and his older sister I shout a resounding, "Well SHE never!"
Over the years I have found myself saying this many times. Will tries all sorts of things Trinity would never try. He gets into more mischief, he is more vocal, and recently, well recently he caught me off guard.
Mark was in the garage cleaning out Lucinda while I was loading sheets into the washing machine. Will walks up and says, "There's a brown thing with a hole in it in here."
"What brown thing?" I ask.
"I don't know," he replied.
"A brown thing in where?" I ask.
"Here," he says and points to his nose.
Well, she never ... so this was a first for me. I opened the garage door and told Mark I needed his help with Will. I went to get tweezers and met Mark coming in as I was headed back to Will. I began envisioning a long wait in the ER and started plotting to find a weekend emergency clinic. Thoughts of the item, which I was now thinking was a plastic bead, entering a sinus cavity and needing emergency surgery were running through my head.
So there we stood; I with my tweezers and Mark with a suction bulb (the one we brought home from the hospital with William). Finally I worked up enough nerve and pulled the object of concern out. As it turned out it was about a half inch long, much to my surprise. It was a little plastic sleeve that covers up the little pins that hold shelves in place on cheaper furniture. What on earth?
I was on the verge of tears during the brief ordeal but also found myself giggling and shaking my head. What else can you do? Will keeps life interesting. He challenges me almost every day, but I'm determined to raise a momma's boy. He really is my mini angel man.
Friday, July 11, 2008
For a good twenty years now, quite possibly longer, it has been considered quite uncool to wear black socks or even dark socks with shorts and sneakers. I thought it was common knowledge but recently I’ve noticed men of all ages trying to pull off this look. So guys, if there isn’t a woman in your life at all or if there isn’t one who loves you enough to keep you from leaving the house this way, consider this my mission of mercy. It’s your memo … your 4-1-1. Don’t commit this assault on fashion any longer.
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
See, her mommy got her ears pierced when she was in 8th grade. It took three trips to the mall before I finally worked up enough courage. I think the time I went through with it I was with my Aunt Ileene. Anyway, after wearing earrings for over 15 years, mine closed up too when I went for a long time without wearing earrings.
I've been wanting to go get them pierced for a year or two now but I was waiting on Trinity so I could use it as an incentive for her. We could get them done together. Finally last week she was ready.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008, Trinity gets her ears pierced at Claire's. She was stunned and teared up after the first one so I lit a fire under the girl doing the piercing and she quickly got the second one in. Then, Trinity's mommy got her ears pierced too. Have your 7 year old watch you. You can't react at all. It wasn't bad. Weird sensation.
So, we're styling in our new ear lobe bling. Happy happy.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
So we get to Ridgway a few weeks ago and we're unloading things from the camper (from here out to be known as Clyde) and Mark comes across Trini's hair caddy. He looks at me funny and insinuates it is strange to bring a hair caddy on a camping trip. I clued him in as to the details of keeping a little girls' hair in order. I pointed out how one day of tangles makes life very difficult around here. He smirked and went on his way.
The next morning as we're getting ready for the day Trini comes up to me looking concerned.
"Mom," she says, "We forgot my hair caddy. Oh no. What will we do?" (She didn't realize that mommies pack everything.)
As fate would have it she said this in front of her daddy. As if to admit defeat, he threw up his hands, shrugged his shoulders, shook his head in dibelief and walked away.
Oh how he will enjoy her teenage years ...
Oh how I enjoy her girlie little moments and the pure confusion it brings my dear husband ...
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Anyways, Mia Rose is not a Mamma Mia. Wouldn't that have been cute though? Fad-ulous as well with the movie coming out this summer but alas, it is not the case.
She's still a sweetie despite the horrible handling she endured yesterday. We gave her some space the rest of the day to recover from her assault.
We are in the last week of Kara, Inc.'s visit. I'm trying to focus on the positive ... having the house back to the usual residents and not going constantly. However, the bottom line is that I'm gonna miss 'em something fierce. I've gotten use to them all being here. It is more fun to go do things with them in tow. The kids have gotten along well and Kara and I have done pretty good at getting everyone fed and cared for.
I am also trying to just look forward to our upcoming vacation. Colorado Springs is one of my favorite places to visit. We plan to take the kids to the zoo there (quite possibly my favorite zoo ever) and also to Santa's Workshop. My children love the rides and shows there but will not even consider saying hello to the man in red himself.
We'll be camping in Clyde, our new pop-up camper. We'll set up the tent too for Kara and Chad (my bro-in-law) to sleep in. Chad is meeting us there and will be reuniting with his family after sharing them with us for a month.
We love our camper. It has a slide out dining table area that converts to a bed. It also has a hard side shower and potty inside as well. It sleeps 6.5 comfortably. We're looking forward to using it again. (Incidentally Clyde is now towed my practice mid-life crisis vehicle, Lucinda.) Lucinda is a silver Honda Pilot and I LOVE HER. She is very mine. Even when Mark is around I drive most of the time.
We had Clyde's maiden voyage in Amarillo at the beginning of June and have since taken it to Ridgway State Park which is about an hour and a half south of us. That was tons of fun and we had a great time. It was gorgeous.
I'm glad April has jumpstarted me to blogging again. I never know when the urge will hit me but I do enjoy writing from time to time so it's a good thing. Check out her new blog if you want to know a little more about my best friend (www.hog-wild-rice.blogspot.com). Incidentally, she is probably the reason God transplanted us in southern Arkansas for five years in 1996.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
.....So, the sweetest large guinea pig you've ever seen now resides with our family. She is a precious, precious angel and we are crushing on her big time already. She came home on Tuesday. Kara is still here and she was looking at the little bulges on her belly and her little enlarged teets and has a theory that she is pregnant. Another tale of the plights of our family and pets. I have to say it would be really neat but it wasn't what we bargained for.
.....Lacy (who may soon be known as Mia or Maya as Trini is still in the naming process) is really loving. In the above picture you can see her holding up her chin so Trini can pet her under there. How cool is that? Her face is half white and half brown and her coinciding nostrils match; one white, one brown.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Right now I have three extra people in my house. Sounds crazy, and it is little zoo / jungle like, but we're having a really great time. It is my sister Kara and her kids. They come home with us from TX last week and will stay until July 4th weekend.
The girls are going to day camp this week with Girl Scouts. The boys are playing outside constantly and getting to go on a few little field trips here and there. We're having fun.
This weekend we're all going camping in our new pop-up RV. It is so nice and we're looking forward to using it again. We stopped in Amarillo, the town God hasn't checked on for awhile, and spent the night at a KOA there on the way home last week. It sleeps well. It has a hard side shower and toilet inside and a full, though miniature, kitchen. The dining table area slides out and makes into a bed. We'll take some pictures to share this weekend and who knows. Maybe I'll post 'em on my blog. We'll see if it comes alive again.
Kara and I are both reading "Created to Be His Help Meet" by Debi Pearl. She started before me even though I bought the books. Some of it is hard to digest but most of that is because I need to hear it. I'm hoping it will connect me more to God's purpose for me as Mark's wife; his "help meet".
Better scoot. Wal-mart calls for some last minute camping needs and I've got some things to do when we get back.