You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.
~ Christopher Columbus
Anyone who knows me knows....I keep one toe on shore at all times (and I don't mean that in the literal sense). Safe would be a good middle name for me. Cautious too. I hope someday, even if it takes until I'm 62, that I can jump off the dock or the edge and have faith that the shore is there and the shore is supportive but that I can cross that lake (I hate salt water) without it in sight.
Remind me of this friends.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Hungry
Ok....I wasn't sure if I could post this picture. I wonder if Elijah will ever be mad at me. But I couldn't help but snap a shot at this moment. It almost looks like a serene moment.
A boy.
Staring out the window.
After all his clothes have been removed.
He's in a total comfort zone.
But that's not the case. He is like a woman. So moody around 4-6 pm. He cried and cried and cried. Hard. And he couldn't tell us what he wanted. It was only 4:30. With the time change we've been trying to keep him up later so we get a little extra time with him at night. But he has an obsession with that or that and he has "break downs". He stands, drools and cries as if it's the end of the world. He is too young to reason with. Trust me, we try. He has no concept of time (later, we did that already, we'll do it after dinner etc). Tonight he just wanted to go outside. And he cried hard about it (we had already been on a cold walk). He also always wants "more colors" or "down" in the basement. So we got him ready for his bath and he ran to the window. The picture makes it look like a cute naked picture. But really he is throwing one of the biggest fits I have ever observed by him.
He did finally take his bath but he had fit after fit in the tub. We took him out and gave him dinner. It was 5:15. Man....did he eat! And now....at 6:00 he is a different boy. Love it. He's humming content-boy-hums and stomping around happily. He keeps checking for us to smile at him for satisfaction. No more tears. No more fits. He was hungry. WHAT A WOMAN!
A boy.
Staring out the window.
After all his clothes have been removed.
He's in a total comfort zone.
But that's not the case. He is like a woman. So moody around 4-6 pm. He cried and cried and cried. Hard. And he couldn't tell us what he wanted. It was only 4:30. With the time change we've been trying to keep him up later so we get a little extra time with him at night. But he has an obsession with that or that and he has "break downs". He stands, drools and cries as if it's the end of the world. He is too young to reason with. Trust me, we try. He has no concept of time (later, we did that already, we'll do it after dinner etc). Tonight he just wanted to go outside. And he cried hard about it (we had already been on a cold walk). He also always wants "more colors" or "down" in the basement. So we got him ready for his bath and he ran to the window. The picture makes it look like a cute naked picture. But really he is throwing one of the biggest fits I have ever observed by him.
He did finally take his bath but he had fit after fit in the tub. We took him out and gave him dinner. It was 5:15. Man....did he eat! And now....at 6:00 he is a different boy. Love it. He's humming content-boy-hums and stomping around happily. He keeps checking for us to smile at him for satisfaction. No more tears. No more fits. He was hungry. WHAT A WOMAN!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Sunshine
The first song on my blog holds a special place in my heart. "You Are My Sunshine" is a song I sang over and over and over to this tiny little man when he was first born. I have a TERRIBLE voice (trust me). But I wanted him to know me, by scent, sound and comfort. It took me a while to get up the guts. I knew the nurses and doctors could all hear me. I knew the other babies could hear me. But heck, their mom's weren't always there and maybe they needed a little comfort while they fought to get well.
I sang this when Eli was sleeping, crying, nursing and when he was confused about what was happening ( new iv's in the arm/hand or foot, taking temperatures, changing sticky pads for checking heart rate and blood oxygen levels, blood draws for labs, glucose or bood counts, car seat tests, new medicines and physical exams by medical students, doctors, nurses, residents etc).
The version I really like is by Johnny Bregar. You can hear it HERE (I dare you to listen and not fall in love). But I couldn't get it on my player so I think the version on my blog is acceptable too.
I hope E-bugs loved it as much as I loved it.
I'll never forget how brave Eli was. Never.
Judgement Day
I spend my day being judged....
EVERYONE is ALWAYS thinking about me. When they come to work, they've been wondering about me all morning. When they leave work at night, they think about me all night long. They probably talk about me with their family. Most people are going to look at my outfit and think about the color and if it's right for me. Some will think-that is too small. That is way to big. She needs her hair cut. She is going to eat that? She said what? She is not as smart as me. She does not have her act together. She is too dramatic. She worries too much. She doesn't have enough friends. She is not very organized.
That was no good. That made no sense. That didn't matter. Is she mad? Do they think I did the wrong thing?
OK-That is sarcastic of course (nobody is really thinking about me all that much). But I spend WAY too much time wondering if I'm accepted or if people think negative things about me. I am aware it is such a waste of time. I realize it's not worth it. Most of those people that I'm afraid are judging me are probably not even thinking about me at all! But it's hard for me to get away from this worry.
The reason I am bringing this up is because I have a big fear that people are going to judge me for something that is not even really "me". Recently I had a few good friends comment on a song I had on my blog. I don't change the music that often but I bug my sister all the time to change hers because I listen to her music daily and I love to hear new stuff. I never thought twice that maybe someone was waiting for me to change my songs.
My friends meant nothing, no harm, no judgement. But it opened my eyes that someone, any reader, could judge me on music or pictures or words that I put on my blog. I guess that is the risk you take when you blog.
Last night I added quite a few songs to my blog. And just so you CAN'T judge me, I won't explain any of the songs except one (see next blog post). But for all you readers out there I just want you to know that some songs were added because I have a personal connection to the song. Others were added because I love the artist. Some I just like the sound. Some it may be the lyrics. A few songs were added JUST BECAUSE. You will never know. That is something that is locked inside of me and cannot be judged no matter what. Of course YOU won't judge me but the important thing is for me to feel like I won't be judged.
Yes I like oldies, I listen to my share of country music. I've always been a mellow girl. I have a few favorite artists. I connect to some lyrics and others it's a beat I can bounce to. I changed the setting so that you have to press play now, so the same annoying song won't play over and over and over for you if you want it silent. So listen. Or don't listen. And I can just relax and change the music in a few weeks. If you want to hear something-give me a request and I'll add it. Leave it in the comments and I'll add it for YOU!
EVERYONE is ALWAYS thinking about me. When they come to work, they've been wondering about me all morning. When they leave work at night, they think about me all night long. They probably talk about me with their family. Most people are going to look at my outfit and think about the color and if it's right for me. Some will think-that is too small. That is way to big. She needs her hair cut. She is going to eat that? She said what? She is not as smart as me. She does not have her act together. She is too dramatic. She worries too much. She doesn't have enough friends. She is not very organized.
That was no good. That made no sense. That didn't matter. Is she mad? Do they think I did the wrong thing?
OK-That is sarcastic of course (nobody is really thinking about me all that much). But I spend WAY too much time wondering if I'm accepted or if people think negative things about me. I am aware it is such a waste of time. I realize it's not worth it. Most of those people that I'm afraid are judging me are probably not even thinking about me at all! But it's hard for me to get away from this worry.
The reason I am bringing this up is because I have a big fear that people are going to judge me for something that is not even really "me". Recently I had a few good friends comment on a song I had on my blog. I don't change the music that often but I bug my sister all the time to change hers because I listen to her music daily and I love to hear new stuff. I never thought twice that maybe someone was waiting for me to change my songs.
My friends meant nothing, no harm, no judgement. But it opened my eyes that someone, any reader, could judge me on music or pictures or words that I put on my blog. I guess that is the risk you take when you blog.
Last night I added quite a few songs to my blog. And just so you CAN'T judge me, I won't explain any of the songs except one (see next blog post). But for all you readers out there I just want you to know that some songs were added because I have a personal connection to the song. Others were added because I love the artist. Some I just like the sound. Some it may be the lyrics. A few songs were added JUST BECAUSE. You will never know. That is something that is locked inside of me and cannot be judged no matter what. Of course YOU won't judge me but the important thing is for me to feel like I won't be judged.
Yes I like oldies, I listen to my share of country music. I've always been a mellow girl. I have a few favorite artists. I connect to some lyrics and others it's a beat I can bounce to. I changed the setting so that you have to press play now, so the same annoying song won't play over and over and over for you if you want it silent. So listen. Or don't listen. And I can just relax and change the music in a few weeks. If you want to hear something-give me a request and I'll add it. Leave it in the comments and I'll add it for YOU!
A few good girls
Friends are good for the soul.....
I always tell my girl friends who are also mother's, that besides being a wife and a mother, a daughter and a sister, a cousin, a co-worker, we are also OURSELVES. I am also Raina. Not just Eli's mom, Andy's wife, Barb's daughter. I have a job to do besides be a dietitian.
My other job is to be me. To have me time. To let loose. To enjoy myself-by myself or with others.
Good thing I have friends that ALSO need to remember that about themselves.
I'm sure you can imagine the wide range of "girl talk" topics that we got through this night.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Dear Uncle Greg and Liz,
I've learned to dip and right now I'm dipping mommy's gluten free pretzels. But the most important thing is that I am dipping them into hummus. I know you have a love and passion for hummus which runs deep. I know if we hang out, I'll have to compete with you to finish the container. See how I dip while I am mid-chew?
Game on!
Love, Elijah
Game on!
Love, Elijah
Monday, March 21, 2011
Out with the old...In with the new
It smells new in here!
Before:
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| The stove (which is more of an eye sore-the old stove or the microwave?) |
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| The old dishwasher that didn't work |
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| The Loveseat-our only couch. We could never even sit on this as a family comfortably because this couch sits only 2 people. New  |
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| My favorite is that you can actually see what is baking in the oven and also we can now fit in a full size cookie sheet (before the door would be wedged open) We are one step closer to our house becomming a home. No, THINGS don't make a HOME. But we are more comfortable, clean, quiet, organized, cuddled togther etc. |
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Ugly Truths
Come on....I know you have them! Why isn't anyone sharing? This is how I feel about it.
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| This is Eli on Monday when he was totally sick. No! I didn't whack him in the mouth. The ONLY thing he would eat was blackberries |
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Links my sister loves...
About once a week my sister posts links on her blog that she loves. Have you ever checked them out? For some reason, I don't trust her. I doubt that they are that good. So I usually click on them-to prove her wrong. But I am wrong. And every time I enjoy the link-I get something out of it. They usually are written by amazing women about a concept that I can connect with but could never put on paper (or in this case, type on a blog).
Last week she posted here that connected to a link about Ugly Truths. The author wrote a short blurb about these and then listed 3 of her ugly truths. All of her readers were then invited to "comment" or participate in leaving their 3 ugly truths. It was amazing. I read all of them. Some I nodded at. Some I shook my head no with a smile on my face. I couldn't believe how many were similar, yet others were different and some were from readers who bared their soul. It was so interesting to read the comments and think if I had that same ugly truth or not. It made me wonder about the people whose lives I am jealous of, knowing that truthfully nobody gets away without a few ugly truths. The post also makes sure to point out that we are trying to find some beauty in our truths. I am attempting to be more positive, so below is my positive spin on my ugly truth. With my REAL ugly truth below it. Now are you really getting to know me?
Fun fact: We got a new sectional (couch), stove/range and dishwasher to make our house more of a home.
The Ugly Truth: They delivered the wrong couch, we had to hire a plumber for the dishwasher and there was no gas valve behind the stove like most-so I had a total panic attack (literally I took Eli to sit in the car) as Andy attempted to figure out the gas situation. I don't think I have ever gotten so mad and worried in my life. I thought the house was going to explode.
Fun fact: I am completely gluten free.
The Ugly Truth: I'm still in denial and don't believe I have this disease. I wonder if my cancer patients feel this way-that they don't really have a disease but still treat it. Sometimes I wish I hadn't told people that I have it because I can't stand feeling like people have to worry or get annoyed with me when I come where there will be food served. Plus, food just isn't as important to some as it is to me-therefore I don't feel as if people truly understand MY issue with having this disease. I'd rather pretend I don't have it. I smile and laugh over it when I really am emotional.
Fun fact: I have the BEST husband in the world. I truly feel blessed that I found him and get to keep him. It is one of the few things in my life that fits 100%.
The Ugly Truth: I feel like my husband does more than me around the house, as a parent and as a companion. I feel guilty every day.
Fun fact: I have a secure job and many different interests/hobbies.
The Ugly Truth: I waste all my time worrying about doing the right thing, the safe thing, that I don't spend nearly enough time doing my hobbies or getting real tasks done.
Fun fact: We have 2 bathrooms! Nice...guests can use the one downstairs and I can leave my pajamas from the night before in the one upstairs.
The Ugly Truth: Really-I am so slobbish-I hardly ever wipe out the dripped makeup or toothpaste from the sink unless a guest will come up for a shower. HOW GROSS.
Fun fact: I have a lot of clothes.
The Ugly Truth: I hate how they all fit. I haven't gotten my hair cut for 1 year. I don't take care of myself or try hard enough to feel attractive. I'm a frump. I need to work harder at this.
Fun fact: I have a lot of friends who have young kids or babies. It's so fun for play dates and to bond over discussing mom-isms.
The Ugly Truth: I do not judge other parents on their tactics. I firmly believe in parents doing whatever works for them. It actually gives me ideas and I learn from them. But I feel judged by so many even though nobody has said anything to my face.
Hmmm...am I airing all my dirty laundry to you? Join in if you want.....but don't if it makes you feel anxious.
Last week she posted here that connected to a link about Ugly Truths. The author wrote a short blurb about these and then listed 3 of her ugly truths. All of her readers were then invited to "comment" or participate in leaving their 3 ugly truths. It was amazing. I read all of them. Some I nodded at. Some I shook my head no with a smile on my face. I couldn't believe how many were similar, yet others were different and some were from readers who bared their soul. It was so interesting to read the comments and think if I had that same ugly truth or not. It made me wonder about the people whose lives I am jealous of, knowing that truthfully nobody gets away without a few ugly truths. The post also makes sure to point out that we are trying to find some beauty in our truths. I am attempting to be more positive, so below is my positive spin on my ugly truth. With my REAL ugly truth below it. Now are you really getting to know me?
Fun fact: We got a new sectional (couch), stove/range and dishwasher to make our house more of a home.
The Ugly Truth: They delivered the wrong couch, we had to hire a plumber for the dishwasher and there was no gas valve behind the stove like most-so I had a total panic attack (literally I took Eli to sit in the car) as Andy attempted to figure out the gas situation. I don't think I have ever gotten so mad and worried in my life. I thought the house was going to explode.
Fun fact: I am completely gluten free.
The Ugly Truth: I'm still in denial and don't believe I have this disease. I wonder if my cancer patients feel this way-that they don't really have a disease but still treat it. Sometimes I wish I hadn't told people that I have it because I can't stand feeling like people have to worry or get annoyed with me when I come where there will be food served. Plus, food just isn't as important to some as it is to me-therefore I don't feel as if people truly understand MY issue with having this disease. I'd rather pretend I don't have it. I smile and laugh over it when I really am emotional.
Fun fact: I have the BEST husband in the world. I truly feel blessed that I found him and get to keep him. It is one of the few things in my life that fits 100%.
The Ugly Truth: I feel like my husband does more than me around the house, as a parent and as a companion. I feel guilty every day.
Fun fact: I have a secure job and many different interests/hobbies.
The Ugly Truth: I waste all my time worrying about doing the right thing, the safe thing, that I don't spend nearly enough time doing my hobbies or getting real tasks done.
Fun fact: We have 2 bathrooms! Nice...guests can use the one downstairs and I can leave my pajamas from the night before in the one upstairs.
The Ugly Truth: Really-I am so slobbish-I hardly ever wipe out the dripped makeup or toothpaste from the sink unless a guest will come up for a shower. HOW GROSS.
Fun fact: I have a lot of clothes.
The Ugly Truth: I hate how they all fit. I haven't gotten my hair cut for 1 year. I don't take care of myself or try hard enough to feel attractive. I'm a frump. I need to work harder at this.
Fun fact: I have a lot of friends who have young kids or babies. It's so fun for play dates and to bond over discussing mom-isms.
The Ugly Truth: I do not judge other parents on their tactics. I firmly believe in parents doing whatever works for them. It actually gives me ideas and I learn from them. But I feel judged by so many even though nobody has said anything to my face.
Hmmm...am I airing all my dirty laundry to you? Join in if you want.....but don't if it makes you feel anxious.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
20 months
Dear Eli, E-bugs, Bugs, Bubs, Bubis, E-Casey, Elijah,
You are 20 months and you are amazing.
You are a joyous bundle of joy.
You bring me so much happiness. I can't believe the things you are doing. I am amazed by how much you have learned and how big you are.
You now can scoot down the stairs backwards, sleep 12-13 hours every night with a 2-3 hour nap during the day, eat with a fork/spoon, put 2 words together, call people by their names etc etc etc.
You love cars, trains, dogs, pretend-playing, books and helping mom and dad with things around the house.
You talk so much-it's truly changing day to day. You surprise dad and me every single day-we look at each other with wide eyes and say "Did you hear that?!" about something that popped out of your mouth. You laugh, dance, run, jump, eat, sleep and help with such passion.
You still love Thomas. Anything that looks like a train-is Thomas to you.
You can say things such as: Fork/Spoon, go, car, down, up, mama, papa, shoe, sock, bath, cow, duck, dog, puppy, dip, moon, star, hush, cheese, baby, coat, seat, out, snack etc. Single words you'll repeat if we ask you. You have recently started putting 2 words together and it is SO darn cute.
No Bailee, Stay Bailee, Down Bailee, Help Please, More Please, Share Toys, etc.
For a while you were calling Bailee "Bay-eee" which I thought was pretty good. All of a sudden we realized you were calling her "Bee-ya" . It's really cute and endearing.
You also have started to attempt "I love you". I try to have you repeat me word for word. You now repeat "I" and then you say "buv-ewwwwwwwwwwwww"which is close enough to love you for me.
You have also entered that stage. You know the one...the MINE, the ME, the MY TOY. We are working hard at this and you are very willing to share when we remind you.
You love to look at books. You tell me every night which book you want to look at and which ones are not the right ones for that particular nap/night.
You love your bath, fishes, being outside, "num-nums" (meals) and Elmo. You also know Dora the Explorer. You have your Teddy. He is very important. He could solve all the world problems I'm sure of it. But we have to remind you that he sleeps in your crib during the day. You get to hold him while we read books at night time and before naps and you love to hold him up to your face or your ear. You almost look like you are holding Teddy to your ear as if he is a telephone. Teddy smells like little boy saliva to me, but it melts my heart that you have a best friend with you all night long.
You are so passionate about drinking. Weather it is milk (milp) or water-you drink so fast and furious you are have to stop drinking to take a few deep breaths-as if you just ran a marathon. It makes my heart pitter patter when you are gulping with love and passion as if you have never been so thirsty in your life. Another passion I can't seem to encourage you to let go of is your nuk. I know it's the best thing for you but my heart also pitter patters for you when I see your nuk bobbling up and down in your mouth from your passionate sucking. You don't need it for nap but you ask for it at night time. In the middle of the night when I check on you, you still have it in your mouth and I just love that I can see how comforting it is for you. it makes me so sad to think of taking something away from you that you want but I know it's best for you. It's something we'll be working on in the coming months.
You are also a great cleaner-upper. You put away all your cars and books at the end of the night. You also find any tissue, toilet paper, or towel to help clean the floor even when it's sparkling. This is a skill I never want you to forget.
You don't have a specific favorite food. You like almost everything. You specifically love berries of any kind and also veggies. You eat those off your plate before you work on the main entree. You are not much interested in toast or grilled cheese but you will eat a scrambled egg or a homemade soup. You love cereal, your daily vitamin and pretzels.
I love how independent you are. But I hate the fits you are throwing. I know you just want what you want. But I also know (and only from experience) which things would be best for you. There is Independence and then there is being too big for your britches. It is my role to teach you the importance between the two. I want to let you learn but I want to catch you before you skin your knee too deep. It's hard for a parent and I don't expect you to understand until you are in my shoes one day.
I wish I could draw you a picture or tell you the right words to show you how much I love and adore you. I can't imagine or remember what life is without you. You are my son, best bud, most fun playmate and my passion in life. I need you to stay healthy, continue growing and learning and to be as happy as any boy could be. I am not going to buy you a pony, or take you to Disney World next week. I'm going to rock you and cuddle you when you need it. I am going to read to you every chance I can get. I will dance like a fool to see your smile. I will wash your face and hands after every meal. I will show you off with pride and giggle with you every single day.
I love you bubs. Don't ever stop being you.
Love,
Mama
You are 20 months and you are amazing.
You are a joyous bundle of joy.
You bring me so much happiness. I can't believe the things you are doing. I am amazed by how much you have learned and how big you are.
You now can scoot down the stairs backwards, sleep 12-13 hours every night with a 2-3 hour nap during the day, eat with a fork/spoon, put 2 words together, call people by their names etc etc etc.
You love cars, trains, dogs, pretend-playing, books and helping mom and dad with things around the house.
You talk so much-it's truly changing day to day. You surprise dad and me every single day-we look at each other with wide eyes and say "Did you hear that?!" about something that popped out of your mouth. You laugh, dance, run, jump, eat, sleep and help with such passion.
You still love Thomas. Anything that looks like a train-is Thomas to you.
You can say things such as: Fork/Spoon, go, car, down, up, mama, papa, shoe, sock, bath, cow, duck, dog, puppy, dip, moon, star, hush, cheese, baby, coat, seat, out, snack etc. Single words you'll repeat if we ask you. You have recently started putting 2 words together and it is SO darn cute.
No Bailee, Stay Bailee, Down Bailee, Help Please, More Please, Share Toys, etc.
For a while you were calling Bailee "Bay-eee" which I thought was pretty good. All of a sudden we realized you were calling her "Bee-ya" . It's really cute and endearing.
You also have started to attempt "I love you". I try to have you repeat me word for word. You now repeat "I" and then you say "buv-ewwwwwwwwwwwww"which is close enough to love you for me.
You have also entered that stage. You know the one...the MINE, the ME, the MY TOY. We are working hard at this and you are very willing to share when we remind you.
You love to look at books. You tell me every night which book you want to look at and which ones are not the right ones for that particular nap/night.
You love your bath, fishes, being outside, "num-nums" (meals) and Elmo. You also know Dora the Explorer. You have your Teddy. He is very important. He could solve all the world problems I'm sure of it. But we have to remind you that he sleeps in your crib during the day. You get to hold him while we read books at night time and before naps and you love to hold him up to your face or your ear. You almost look like you are holding Teddy to your ear as if he is a telephone. Teddy smells like little boy saliva to me, but it melts my heart that you have a best friend with you all night long.
You are so passionate about drinking. Weather it is milk (milp) or water-you drink so fast and furious you are have to stop drinking to take a few deep breaths-as if you just ran a marathon. It makes my heart pitter patter when you are gulping with love and passion as if you have never been so thirsty in your life. Another passion I can't seem to encourage you to let go of is your nuk. I know it's the best thing for you but my heart also pitter patters for you when I see your nuk bobbling up and down in your mouth from your passionate sucking. You don't need it for nap but you ask for it at night time. In the middle of the night when I check on you, you still have it in your mouth and I just love that I can see how comforting it is for you. it makes me so sad to think of taking something away from you that you want but I know it's best for you. It's something we'll be working on in the coming months.
You are also a great cleaner-upper. You put away all your cars and books at the end of the night. You also find any tissue, toilet paper, or towel to help clean the floor even when it's sparkling. This is a skill I never want you to forget.
You don't have a specific favorite food. You like almost everything. You specifically love berries of any kind and also veggies. You eat those off your plate before you work on the main entree. You are not much interested in toast or grilled cheese but you will eat a scrambled egg or a homemade soup. You love cereal, your daily vitamin and pretzels.
I love how independent you are. But I hate the fits you are throwing. I know you just want what you want. But I also know (and only from experience) which things would be best for you. There is Independence and then there is being too big for your britches. It is my role to teach you the importance between the two. I want to let you learn but I want to catch you before you skin your knee too deep. It's hard for a parent and I don't expect you to understand until you are in my shoes one day.
I wish I could draw you a picture or tell you the right words to show you how much I love and adore you. I can't imagine or remember what life is without you. You are my son, best bud, most fun playmate and my passion in life. I need you to stay healthy, continue growing and learning and to be as happy as any boy could be. I am not going to buy you a pony, or take you to Disney World next week. I'm going to rock you and cuddle you when you need it. I am going to read to you every chance I can get. I will dance like a fool to see your smile. I will wash your face and hands after every meal. I will show you off with pride and giggle with you every single day.
I love you bubs. Don't ever stop being you.
Love,
Mama
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| This boy is IN LOVE with trains |
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| pure joy on his face |
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| I love that this shot captured a "moment" between you and me bubs! |
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Thought for the day...
Someone sent me this quote today.....
Why can't I get myself, or commit myself to believing this at the right time? I worry every day. It's aging me.
Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
Dale Carnegie
Why can't I get myself, or commit myself to believing this at the right time? I worry every day. It's aging me.
Bubbles, Bubbles
Hey all y'all moms!!!!! Have you seen this book?
Bubbles, Bubbles by Kathi Appelt with pictures by Fumi Kosaka.
At Christmas Elijah opened a gift with a fake to: from: tag on it. It was to Eli from Santa. But really Charley told me that it was silly because it really was from Henry. Evidently (per Charley) Henry had 2 of these books. How nice of Henry to share. Little did we know...this would become a nightly ritual for us. We read this particular book every single night. Eli asks for it. It's so darn cute, I don't mind reading it twice in one night.
It's a rhymer. And I love hearing the difference between how I read it and how Andy reads it to him. I love the pictures too. The plot: A dirty boy getting in his bubble filled tub with his friends: Ducky and Froggy. Here are a few of my favorite experts (I triple dog dare you to read this out loud and tell me you didn't smile!):
Dirty fingers, dirty toes,
dirty shoulders, dirty nose.
All my dirty deeds are done.
Time to have some bubble fun.
Bubbles, bubbles in the tubbles,
splishy, splashy, splooshy scrubbles.
Glimmer, glitter through the air.
Bubbles, bubbles everywhere.
Scrub the tummy, scub the knees,
scrub the elbows if you please.
Bubbles on my shinny shin.
Shazaam! They're on my chinny chin.
Rubba-dubba pink shampoo,
make a scary, hairy do.
Bubble moustache, bubble wishes-
blow a million soapy kisses.
Squeaky Ducky leaky frog,
everybody's waterlogged.
Flippy flappy, slippy slosh-
what a fishy, wishy wash!
Dry the tootsies, dry the mop.
Squeaky clean from tush to top.
All the water's disappeared-
raise a scrubbly, tubbly cheer.
Flannel bottoms, flannel shirt-
Good-bye bubbles, good-bye dirt.
Well I almost just gave you the whole book but there are a few pages I didn't share. I can't wait for Mr. Eli to start reciting the pages with me.
Bubbles, Bubbles by Kathi Appelt with pictures by Fumi Kosaka.
Cutest book ever...YES EVER!
At Christmas Elijah opened a gift with a fake to: from: tag on it. It was to Eli from Santa. But really Charley told me that it was silly because it really was from Henry. Evidently (per Charley) Henry had 2 of these books. How nice of Henry to share. Little did we know...this would become a nightly ritual for us. We read this particular book every single night. Eli asks for it. It's so darn cute, I don't mind reading it twice in one night.
It's a rhymer. And I love hearing the difference between how I read it and how Andy reads it to him. I love the pictures too. The plot: A dirty boy getting in his bubble filled tub with his friends: Ducky and Froggy. Here are a few of my favorite experts (I triple dog dare you to read this out loud and tell me you didn't smile!):
Dirty fingers, dirty toes,
dirty shoulders, dirty nose.
All my dirty deeds are done.
Time to have some bubble fun.
Bubbles, bubbles in the tubbles,
splishy, splashy, splooshy scrubbles.
Glimmer, glitter through the air.
Bubbles, bubbles everywhere.
Scrub the tummy, scub the knees,
scrub the elbows if you please.
Bubbles on my shinny shin.
Shazaam! They're on my chinny chin.
Rubba-dubba pink shampoo,
make a scary, hairy do.
Bubble moustache, bubble wishes-
blow a million soapy kisses.
Squeaky Ducky leaky frog,
everybody's waterlogged.
Flippy flappy, slippy slosh-
what a fishy, wishy wash!
Dry the tootsies, dry the mop.
Squeaky clean from tush to top.
All the water's disappeared-
raise a scrubbly, tubbly cheer.
Flannel bottoms, flannel shirt-
Good-bye bubbles, good-bye dirt.
Well I almost just gave you the whole book but there are a few pages I didn't share. I can't wait for Mr. Eli to start reciting the pages with me.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
tonigzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Every day when I'm at work and the clock strikes 2 pm I start to imagine walking out the door and heading home. My commute is not bad. I usually get home within 15 minutes after my cold walk to the car. I start thinking about what to have for dinner (ok let's be honest, I start planning that around 7:30am). I start thinking about what else I will do and I gauge my energy level. I used to feel really sleepy around 2 pm but lately I have felt energy all the way till the end of the day. I plan what part of the house I will tidy up. I figure out if there is something else that needs to be done and then....I daydream about what I will do with my "me time". This is the 2-3 hours after Eli goes to sleep and when I am done being the responsible mom, wife, employee etc. Sometimes I plan to watch a tv show, read my book, take a bath, but usually,....almost every day I can actually picture myself BLOGGING. Blogging in bed. At the dining room table. On the floor while I'm folding laundry. Inevitably...something always comes up. And if you don't believe that excuse maybe you'll believe this one. I just get too tired. I have 14 different blog posts crammed into my little brain. Ready to explode. Ready to be descriptive, imaginative, colorful, passionate
and
then
all I want to do is lay in my bed. Booooooooooooo! What a boring mom, employee, friend, sister, wife. Get under the covers and forget the keyboard. So here I am. Taking the time to complain and describe how I don't have the energy to blog about the things I want to. Ironic? Lazy? Ridiculous?
Just know that I think about you (Talking to "YOU" blog-not all you readers) all day but can't force myself to get at you every day. There is oh-so much I want to type, write, explain, complain, document etc etc etc.
and who likes to read a blog post without a fun picture?
and
then
all I want to do is lay in my bed. Booooooooooooo! What a boring mom, employee, friend, sister, wife. Get under the covers and forget the keyboard. So here I am. Taking the time to complain and describe how I don't have the energy to blog about the things I want to. Ironic? Lazy? Ridiculous?
Just know that I think about you (Talking to "YOU" blog-not all you readers) all day but can't force myself to get at you every day. There is oh-so much I want to type, write, explain, complain, document etc etc etc.
and who likes to read a blog post without a fun picture?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I pulled a fast one on him...
I finally had the chance to surprise Andy. About 1 week after his actual birthday I had family and friends over to SURPRISE the pants off him. We didn't get a good shot of him being surprised because unfortunately even though he was really surprised, he didn't react in any glamorous way. But he was happy and the night was amazing. There was fun and smiles all around.
I hung up a few "questionnaire" which people were to fill out throughout the night. Just wanted to share some of the answers.
Describe Andy in 1 word:
Dancer
Awesome
Funny!!!
Legendary
Great
CAT
Incredible
FUN!!!
Pungent
Best
Exuberant
Loving
Andyman
One of a kind
"Give Andy some advice...what should he do in/with his next 30 years?"
Vegas
Enjoy being a great husband and father
Love your wife & kids and don't forget your parents and brothers and sisters
Listen to live music
Live it up and visit your sisters more
play games, laugh, smile and be RR's bestest!
Have another child...
keep drinking
So it's time he get started on that list I think!
Here are a few shots from the party.
I hung up a few "questionnaire" which people were to fill out throughout the night. Just wanted to share some of the answers.
Describe Andy in 1 word:
Dancer
Awesome
Funny!!!
Legendary
Great
CAT
Incredible
FUN!!!
Pungent
Best
Exuberant
Loving
Andyman
One of a kind
"Give Andy some advice...what should he do in/with his next 30 years?"
Vegas
Enjoy being a great husband and father
Love your wife & kids and don't forget your parents and brothers and sisters
Listen to live music
Live it up and visit your sisters more
play games, laugh, smile and be RR's bestest!
Have another child...
keep drinking
So it's time he get started on that list I think!
Here are a few shots from the party.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The new gal in my life....
Andy, Eli and I finally had a chance to meet our new niece/cousin. We fell in love. We got to oooooh and ahhhhh over her. Changed a diaper. Rocked and held while she slept. Took pictures. Waited while she ate...and ate....and ate. Shes a GREAT eater. And she slept too. She also likes to toot which I think is great because she'll fit right in with big brothers!
We also spent time with Charley and Henry. Andy and Eli played and played and played with those boys-in the basement, in the snow, with the wii, with the balls etc etc. Here are some shots for the weekend. I know there is a lot but I HAVE to share!
We also spent time with Charley and Henry. Andy and Eli played and played and played with those boys-in the basement, in the snow, with the wii, with the balls etc etc. Here are some shots for the weekend. I know there is a lot but I HAVE to share!
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| There is always a lot of romping with Uncle Andy |
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| Aunt Sarah and cousins have so many fun "Thomas!" toys |
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| Meanwhile these big boys like Star Wars toys |
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| She's a natural (yes I'm talking about....well both!) |
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| Lego heaven |
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| Charley and Henry tried hard to make Syd happy. |
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| Look hard---Eli is "searching for his ball". Look harder-wayyyyy in the background is that special little girl. Laid back and swingin' |
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| Caught the dimples! |
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| Eli can say "Babeeeee" really well. |
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