Happy Thanksgiving to all!
I hope you all had the pleasant day that I did! The work was well shared, the company great, the food was delicious and the clean-up a breeze.
The kids are in bed and I am watching my family play golf on the Wii. Watching four adults become enthralled by an interactive video game is quite amusing! What is more amusing are the characters (called a "Mii")that they have come up with. You can design the way you want your Mii to look and some of the guys have opted for self-look alike mii's, some have made themselves into what look like hooligans with a five o'clock shadows in drag.
So, this day, I am thankful for the Wii , for it has brought hours of enjoyment to all today.
I am thankful for the bountiful blessings God has given to my family.
I am thankful for pack-n-plays and turkey fryers. Both made my life more bearable today.
I am thankful that my mom decided to come for a visit today.
I am thankful for the love of family, the satisfying growth of relationships, and the extremely full belly that is making my eyes heavy and my mind weary.
I am especially thankful today for our newest addition..."Pumpkin Pie", who will make his/her debut sometime in late June.
It has been a beautiful day. Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
This is the Day that the Lord hath made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.
I am thankful for
OK...here's a post script note...I was so tired when I was typing this post that I actually fell asleep at the end. I spelled "is" wrong, failed to capitalize the Lord's name and had a "hanging Chad" at the end there. I thought I had pushed "save", but actually published, so beautiful Farm Wife told me what she was thankful for (and I share her senitment), but I actually didn't mean to do it. But since I did, let's hear from the rest of you one thing you're thankful for! Can't wait to read them!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Faux Paux
Yesterday was a crazy day. We were trying to get packed to head to the Poke Prince and Princess' house and I somehow found time to go to the mall, clean up a couple really big messes and talk to several friends on the phone. I did not however, find time to wish my beloved husband a happy birthday until after 2 pm even though I had spoken to him several times by then.
I am sorry, my dear. I thought about you and your birthday many time, hence the trip to the mall and some of the phone calls. I simply neglected to tell you that I thought of it. I love you very much though, and you were on my mind all day.
CJ's plane arrived late, but it arrived. Then we left for Texas immediately, even though it was 9:15 pm. We had quite a trip, which I will post about later, but for now, I just want to send my love for my dear hubby out into the great beyond and re-wish him a very Happy Birthday.
I am sorry, my dear. I thought about you and your birthday many time, hence the trip to the mall and some of the phone calls. I simply neglected to tell you that I thought of it. I love you very much though, and you were on my mind all day.
CJ's plane arrived late, but it arrived. Then we left for Texas immediately, even though it was 9:15 pm. We had quite a trip, which I will post about later, but for now, I just want to send my love for my dear hubby out into the great beyond and re-wish him a very Happy Birthday.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Time Marches On
Well, we are mid-visit with Sarah jean! We are having a great time! So far we have eaten lots of good food and chocolate yummies, indulged in some good wine and had hours of great conversation!
The visit is going by way too quickly, as she leaves tomorrow already. We intend to make the most of today and I have a babysitter lined up for tomorrow so we can go do "grown-up stuff".
After she leaves I will post some fun pics of our activities, but for now, I'm going to enjoy her remaining time here!
The visit is going by way too quickly, as she leaves tomorrow already. We intend to make the most of today and I have a babysitter lined up for tomorrow so we can go do "grown-up stuff".
After she leaves I will post some fun pics of our activities, but for now, I'm going to enjoy her remaining time here!
Monday, November 5, 2007
Scotch Tape
Watching an episode of Oswald today with Lula, I saw something that peaked my interest.
A woodpecker was about to drill through the single pole holding up the tent they were all playing in when Oswald's wiener dog(complete with bun) alerted everyone to said tragedy. Oswald climbed the pole and just as it was about to fall, he caught it and held it until the talking tree came with some scotch tape. Oswald wrapped the tape around the pole and the day was saved. The tree and Oswald and all the other characters continued to play and gave the dog a "Best Pet" award for his efforts.
Although in reality it is completely unlikely that some scotch tape would hold together a large wooden pole for any length of time, I thought it interesting that something so simple was used to solve such a large problem. If that tent had folded, not only would Oswald and the talking tree have gotten their tentacles and branches entangled causing multiple lacerations , but the starfish might have devoured the hot dog under the cover of dark and the whole episode about the "Best Pet" prize would have been a bust.
Seriously, I think we all need to look for some simple solutions from time to time. I know that I personally tend to make things into bigger issues than they need to be and therefore look for big solutions. Maybe if we just use a little "scotch tape" we can find our way through our problems and maybe even get our own "Best Pet" prize in the end.
That being said, I am off to buy 687 rolls of Scotch tape.
A woodpecker was about to drill through the single pole holding up the tent they were all playing in when Oswald's wiener dog(complete with bun) alerted everyone to said tragedy. Oswald climbed the pole and just as it was about to fall, he caught it and held it until the talking tree came with some scotch tape. Oswald wrapped the tape around the pole and the day was saved. The tree and Oswald and all the other characters continued to play and gave the dog a "Best Pet" award for his efforts.
Although in reality it is completely unlikely that some scotch tape would hold together a large wooden pole for any length of time, I thought it interesting that something so simple was used to solve such a large problem. If that tent had folded, not only would Oswald and the talking tree have gotten their tentacles and branches entangled causing multiple lacerations , but the starfish might have devoured the hot dog under the cover of dark and the whole episode about the "Best Pet" prize would have been a bust.
Seriously, I think we all need to look for some simple solutions from time to time. I know that I personally tend to make things into bigger issues than they need to be and therefore look for big solutions. Maybe if we just use a little "scotch tape" we can find our way through our problems and maybe even get our own "Best Pet" prize in the end.
That being said, I am off to buy 687 rolls of Scotch tape.
Sweet Slumber
In spite of my fear of being stricken by Murphy's Law, I am going to send out a big "Thank You" to my friends in my Bible Study group for their advise regarding Chunky Monkey's sleeping habits.
My girls, as I lovingly refer to them as, informed me that it was time to initiate some tough love with the little man so as to regain my own much needed sleep. He is rapidly approaching 15 months of age and even though he has had small (2-3 nights at a time) periods of sleeping through the night, he is ingrained in an "eat twice a night" routine.
So, taking their advice (read: pressure) to heart, I did (almost)all that they told me to do...
1. Turn off the monitor (Check)
2. Let him cry (Check)
3. Wear earplugs (No way)
4. Feed him more in the evening (Check)
5. Do not, under any circumstances, feed him in the night (Check)
6. Put Lula in her own bed so she doesn't hear him (Check...mostly)
I am pleased to announce that even though he has woken several times and cried for up to ten minutes, I have not caved and fed him and he has gone back to sleep on his own for 3 nights. I am hoping that we are past the night feedings now and within the next few nights, he will stop waking altogether.
Maybe if I am not waiting for the 11:00 feeding, I can break my own bad habit of staying up too late and go to bed at a more reasonable time, thereby decreasing the amount of EMS attacks.
(E vil M ommy S yndrome)
So again, THANKS, GIRLS! You know who you are!
My girls, as I lovingly refer to them as, informed me that it was time to initiate some tough love with the little man so as to regain my own much needed sleep. He is rapidly approaching 15 months of age and even though he has had small (2-3 nights at a time) periods of sleeping through the night, he is ingrained in an "eat twice a night" routine.
So, taking their advice (read: pressure) to heart, I did (almost)all that they told me to do...
1. Turn off the monitor (Check)
2. Let him cry (Check)
3. Wear earplugs (No way)
4. Feed him more in the evening (Check)
5. Do not, under any circumstances, feed him in the night (Check)
6. Put Lula in her own bed so she doesn't hear him (Check...mostly)
I am pleased to announce that even though he has woken several times and cried for up to ten minutes, I have not caved and fed him and he has gone back to sleep on his own for 3 nights. I am hoping that we are past the night feedings now and within the next few nights, he will stop waking altogether.
Maybe if I am not waiting for the 11:00 feeding, I can break my own bad habit of staying up too late and go to bed at a more reasonable time, thereby decreasing the amount of EMS attacks.
(E vil M ommy S yndrome)
So again, THANKS, GIRLS! You know who you are!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Cwabs, Titsie Wowels, and the Debble
Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween. Haaappy Haaallo-weeeen. Happy frickin' Halloweeeen.
Since when do holidays last for four days anyway? Well, Christmas always seems to linger indefinitely, but not Halloween. Halloween is the day that you have a little party at school and impatiently wait for the 3:00 bell so you can go home and spend several hours perfecting your get-up to resemble a deranged kitty cat or a kickin' punk rocker. All of this effort is made in order to go out and knock on every door in the neighborhood hoping they'll give out full-sized candy bars and NOT apples. Right?
Wrong.
Apparently, unbeknownst to me, trick or treating has morphed into a quest for candy that begins with a costume and ends four days later with more candy than any self-respecting mother would allow her child to consume in a year! I vowed that most of the candy would "disappear" little by little into the garbage (NOT into my mouth, thank you very much) because three bags of candy will be entirely too much!
Our quest began with a Trunk-r-Treat event at our church. All went very well. Daddy was home, Grandma and Grandpa Gardener came, we had a great turn out and everyone had a great time. Lula Belle was a beautiful "Ariel" complete with a way-too-expensive mermaid costume from Lilian Vernon that was falling apart before we even got out of our driveway (grunt, cough, choke) and Chunky monkey was "Sebastian". Lula really enjoyed pointing out to everyone in attendance that her brother was a "cwab". We came away with "goodie bag" #1.
Our next event was the "Fall Carnival" at the preschool. I was on the planning committee and happily, everything (OMG)went according to planned! All the kids had a super time bouncing, getting their faces painted, "fishing" for treats, bowling and eating spooky snacks. I spent the whole day working the photo booth and then carrying home all the "goodies" from bag #2.
Ok, are you tired of Halloween yet? I was! And it was still two days away!
Tuesday we didn't have any events, but all I heard from sunrise to sunset was "Can we pweaeeeese go twick-uw-tweat tomowow"? You see, up till then I had maintained that we were not going to "twick-uw-tweat" on Halloween night. I have difficulty returning home alone with the kids on a completely ordinary evening after dark. I was not about to do it on Halloween. My plan was to turn off all the lights and watch "The Great Pumpkin" with the kids. We would go to bed early so as to avoid opening my door to anyone I didn't know or being "tricked" in any fashion while trying to return home from more candy hoarding....
BUUUTT, my friend Angie has a little girl named Rose and she had planned to take Rose out to a neighborhood party that they attend every year. When she found out that I wasn't going to take Lula out, she asked if I would let her go with them. I fought a battle in my own mind about how I was protecting her by staying home... and depriving her of a fun evening by staying home. Eventually my guilt won out and I allowed her to go with them. I was a nervous wreck the whole evening. I completely trust my friend Angie and her husband, but was afraid that some spectacular vampire would be a pedophile in a mermaid kind of mood.
Alas, Ariel returned home safely with "goodie bag #3", albeit waaay past her bedtime and passed out in Angie's arms. (Despite what was probably the biggest sugar high of her life considering she's smart enough to know that if mama ain't around...eat. it. all, girl!)
I got her into her jammies and into bed, but not before she told me that Rose's family was a "famiwee of Debbles, Mommy!" with a tone of disbelief glaring through. I assured her it was all in good fun and kissed her goodnight. As I walked out of the room I heard, "Mommy?"
"Yes, baby?", I said.
"You can have awwwel my Titsie Wowels since they aw yoe favowit."
Ok, so three bags isn't that much, right?
Since when do holidays last for four days anyway? Well, Christmas always seems to linger indefinitely, but not Halloween. Halloween is the day that you have a little party at school and impatiently wait for the 3:00 bell so you can go home and spend several hours perfecting your get-up to resemble a deranged kitty cat or a kickin' punk rocker. All of this effort is made in order to go out and knock on every door in the neighborhood hoping they'll give out full-sized candy bars and NOT apples. Right?
Wrong.
Apparently, unbeknownst to me, trick or treating has morphed into a quest for candy that begins with a costume and ends four days later with more candy than any self-respecting mother would allow her child to consume in a year! I vowed that most of the candy would "disappear" little by little into the garbage (NOT into my mouth, thank you very much) because three bags of candy will be entirely too much!
Our quest began with a Trunk-r-Treat event at our church. All went very well. Daddy was home, Grandma and Grandpa Gardener came, we had a great turn out and everyone had a great time. Lula Belle was a beautiful "Ariel" complete with a way-too-expensive mermaid costume from Lilian Vernon that was falling apart before we even got out of our driveway (grunt, cough, choke) and Chunky monkey was "Sebastian". Lula really enjoyed pointing out to everyone in attendance that her brother was a "cwab". We came away with "goodie bag" #1.
Our next event was the "Fall Carnival" at the preschool. I was on the planning committee and happily, everything (OMG)went according to planned! All the kids had a super time bouncing, getting their faces painted, "fishing" for treats, bowling and eating spooky snacks. I spent the whole day working the photo booth and then carrying home all the "goodies" from bag #2.
Ok, are you tired of Halloween yet? I was! And it was still two days away!
Tuesday we didn't have any events, but all I heard from sunrise to sunset was "Can we pweaeeeese go twick-uw-tweat tomowow"? You see, up till then I had maintained that we were not going to "twick-uw-tweat" on Halloween night. I have difficulty returning home alone with the kids on a completely ordinary evening after dark. I was not about to do it on Halloween. My plan was to turn off all the lights and watch "The Great Pumpkin" with the kids. We would go to bed early so as to avoid opening my door to anyone I didn't know or being "tricked" in any fashion while trying to return home from more candy hoarding....
BUUUTT, my friend Angie has a little girl named Rose and she had planned to take Rose out to a neighborhood party that they attend every year. When she found out that I wasn't going to take Lula out, she asked if I would let her go with them. I fought a battle in my own mind about how I was protecting her by staying home... and depriving her of a fun evening by staying home. Eventually my guilt won out and I allowed her to go with them. I was a nervous wreck the whole evening. I completely trust my friend Angie and her husband, but was afraid that some spectacular vampire would be a pedophile in a mermaid kind of mood.
Alas, Ariel returned home safely with "goodie bag #3", albeit waaay past her bedtime and passed out in Angie's arms. (Despite what was probably the biggest sugar high of her life considering she's smart enough to know that if mama ain't around...eat. it. all, girl!)
I got her into her jammies and into bed, but not before she told me that Rose's family was a "famiwee of Debbles, Mommy!" with a tone of disbelief glaring through. I assured her it was all in good fun and kissed her goodnight. As I walked out of the room I heard, "Mommy?"
"Yes, baby?", I said.
"You can have awwwel my Titsie Wowels since they aw yoe favowit."
Ok, so three bags isn't that much, right?
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