Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Labels: getting to know me in 100 days
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Last weekend at Parkview our pastor began a sermon series on the names of God. The first one he discussed was Yahweh - I AM. I'm not going to give you his whole sermon, but if you'd like to listen to it you can - here.
Here it is in the simplest way I can say it:
God is I AM -
I AM in control, I AM perfect, I AM forever, I AM your savior, I AM the creator, I AM... you get the idea.
If God is I AM, then it is logical to conclude that my name is I AM NOT -
I AM NOT in control, I AM NOT perfect, I AM NOT forever, I AM NOT your savior, I AM NOT the creator... etc. etc.
This is a huge thing for me. And I need a reminder. Perhaps you do, too - can't tell ya - however, I could use that reminder every day, many times a day. So I changed my name.
Monday, October 23, 2006
I had a lovely day. I went to Jen's house for coffee with BFWW and Kary and an assortment of children (who actually all played really well together). I had a starbucks waiting for me when I walked in, we chatted, we had lunch, we chatted, we sat at the table for a solid 5 hours while the assortment of children demolished Jen's beautiful house. She said she didn't care - I decided to believe her.
We had a great time and it was worth all of my time in the car (1:15 there, 1:45 back). Of course, any amount of time is worth seeing BFWW:)
But here is what I will remember for the rest of my life about today:
We left the house around 3:15 - three tired little girls and me. BFWW gave Nora and Ryann a little snack bag of pretzels for the drive home, I got the three settled in to their car seats, thought about going back into the house to use the bathroom, decided I could wait until I got home and we were off.
We're cruising down Cline Ave, about 10 minutes into the drive and I hear gagging in the back seat. I adjust my rearview mirror to see Ryann - she's gagging. I ask her if she's okay. She's gagging. I again ask if she's okay. She's gagging. She's turning red. I ask her to say her name. She's gagging. She's now turning blue. I pull off to the side of the road, throw on my flashers, get out of the car open her car door, do the finger sweep in her mouth, she's even more blue. My fingers could not move fast enough to get her unbuckled and out of that seat. The whole time my car is blocking half of one lane of the two lane road, cars are whizzing by me. The back door is wide open - I'm certain someone is going to take the door off of the car as I'm trying to get Ryann to breathe. I have her out of the car, hitting her on the back, doing the finger sweep - her mouth is clear, she's blue. I'm just about to turn her over to do the heimlich and she sucks in a tiny amount of air. I keep hitting. She's still not breathing. I keep hitting. She's finally breathing. I ask her to say her name and she cries, "noooo". She's pink again. We're both totally shaken up, but I'm still pretty calm. Calm enough to assure the teenager who stopped to see if we were okay, that we were in fact okay. Calm enough to buckle her back in, get in my seat, pull into my lane (which by now was backed up with about 10 cars behind me) and continue on my way like it was no big deal - all in a days work as a mom.
I called Dave and lost it on the phone. Still a little shaken.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Labels: getting to know me in 100 days
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I've had a few people ask me where I have been. The answer is simple - I've been around;)
Actually, I was having some internet problems last week (note to self: do NOT download things off of the internet even when Google says its going to make your internet run faster) and didn't have access. While not having access, I really found out how much time I had been spending on the computer and neglecting other very important things in my life (like the walls of my kitchen, the kitchen floor, the ironing, the laundry, the burnt out lightbulbs, etc. etc.)
Hence my absence.
Even after I got my internet back, I've been staying away in the hopes that the bad habit wouldn't come back... like an addict faced with the drug of choice, I have to walk around my computer and not sit down otherwise I'll get sucked back in.
In the midst of it all I have been rethinking my blog. Should I really be doing this? Is it worth it? Do I need it? Do people read it? Do people enjoy it? Do people miss it when I don't post? Am I going to continue?
So here is where I start fishing for compliments and where you have to take part in this post... I'm going to give you a quiz - you can either answer it in the comments section or you can email your answers directly to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Your answers are vital to my research in regards to the continuation of my daily blog. After reading your responses I will decide and you will either see this post for the rest of your life, or you will start getting fresh posts on a (semi) daily basis beginning next week. Here we go:
1. Do you read my blog?
2. How often do you read my blog?
3. Do you like my blog or is it one of those blogs that is kind of like a train wreck - its really awful, but you can't stop checking it to see the horror of it all?
4. Do you want me to continue?
5. What do you like the best about the blog?
6. What don't you like?
7. Do you normally leave comments?
8. Why don't you leave comments?
9. Do you have a blog? Address please?
10. Do you like weekend challenges? Do you take part? Why or why not?
11. Are my children cute? (yes thats a trick question).
12. How did you find my blog?
13. What other blogs do you read?
14. Does your computer freeze or have issues with my blog?
15. Anything else you'd like to share?
Please, please answer my questions. I'm really trying to figure this out and want your answers to help me decide.
You'll find out my answer on Monday:) Have a good weekend - BFWW is coming this week! Yea!
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Our little Bug is 11 months old - wow! That means she's almost a year:) I know that sounds really stupid, but holy cow, she has grown up so fast!
She is really becoming a little toddler now. She isn't walking yet, but she is getting into everything and playing with big toys and tries so hard to be a part of what the big girls are doing. She is adorable:)
Every morning she wakes up, stands up and looks out her bedroom door and yells for us to come and get her. And no one had better dare walk past that door without coming in to get her, or we'll all hear about it! She definitely has figured out how to make herself be heard in the midst of the other chatterboxes in our house...
Off to breakfast we go. She gets a bottle and whatever else I can think of to feed her. For a while it was toast with baby food on it, but she got sick of that, right now she likes gerber puffs with some rice krispies. She soon gets sick of sitting in her chair, though, and starts yelling to get out so she can explore. She may go right for Woof's water dish (if we haven't put it on the counter yet) or the tupperware cupboard or maybe the refrigerator magnets. All occupy her for a good amount of time before she's off to find something else to do or look at (or put in her mouth).
Throughout the morning she makes her rounds between getting in on the big girls' action and trying to find out what I'm doing. She often takes a detour into one of the bathrooms so she can look in the toilet and hopefully splash around in the water for a while... and when I catch her she gets very mad that I put the lid down:)
At 10:00 she seems like she's ready to keep going, but as soon as she sees her crib those tiny hands immediately go to her eyes and they begin to rub - like magic: See the crib, rub my eyes, get my pacifier and listen to Baby Tad as I drift off to sleep...
By 12:15/12:30 she is awake and having fun in her crib. The door is closed, so its almost as if she doesn't know that other people are walking around not getting her out of the crib. As long as that door is closed, she's okay playing by herself in the crib. I usually go in to get her and find all of her toys and pacifier on the ground, since throwing things on the ground is a fun, fun game right now! We go downstairs for some lunch with the big girls... they get good lunches, she's stuck with a bottle, some cut up vegetables and cut up fruit, maybe some cheese to go with it, but nothing exciting yet like yogurt or pb&j.
After lunch she plays like a champion. She is so flexible - going along with whatever we decide to do - play inside or play outside, go away or stay home. Whatever we do, she doesn't care as long as she can watch what is going on around her. She is very, very observant and if we go away she is content to sit in her stroller and people watch. She, herself, is fascinating to watch.
By 3:00, but usually around 2:30 she is back down for her afternoon nap. She sleeps, then until I wake her up at 5/5:15. She loves to sleep:)
And the rest of the night is filled with normal little kid routine stuff... dinner (same as lunch, but usually some of what we're eating, too), perhaps a bath, some playtime, then jammies, books and bed. She is in bed by 8/8:30 and then we start all over again the next morning.
She is so fun. She loves to get my attention with a smile. She claps, she does So Big, she says Mama & Dada, she yells, she chatters (a lot), she shakes her head, gives kisses, waves hi and bye, says Boo and buh bye, climbs the stairs, cries when she decides she's done upstairs and wants to come down, she plays with the dog food, she pulls Woof's hair, she giggles at Nora and yells at Ryann (with good reason), she LOVES the Fulmers, but is absolutely smitten with David. She is truly delightful and will be toddling around the house before we know it.
We love our bug and are loving the emerging personality that we are seeing every day. We were scared when we found out that I was pregnant, but our family would simply not be complete without Georgia. We love our Bug!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
I'm an honest person. And you know what - life isn't perfect in my house, so I'm just going to apologize in advance - right here and right now...
If you ever come to my house for dinner, or a snack, or just a glass of water, I am apologizing right now for the fact that there will likely be one (or two... okay, maybe three) hairs in your food or drink. I cannot seem to be able to control the hair falling out of my head, or where it lands. I find hair in my food on a daily basis and I can't stop it.
This is not a new development since the haircut, but has been going on for a long, long time. And instead of getting all embarassed about it when you do (and you will) find a hair in your food or beverage, I'm just being up front about it. Expect hair in your food, because it will be there.
And if, for this reason, you decide to never dine at my house I'm just going to have to accept that.
Labels: brutal honesty
Monday, October 02, 2006
On Saturday morning I got my hair cut and colored. A friend of mine is going to a cosmotology school in our area which means that it is CHEAP. And she is good. So good, in fact, that she has been invited to work for some major hair/color lady in NY, NY. So my girl, Jess, is leaving me and is moving to NY in the spring. I think Jess is pretty well-known in her school for her coloring skills and I LOVE what she did with my hair.
This summer I had her color my hair for the first time - ever. I mean, I am 30 and I had never colored my hair (with the exception of my brief trials of Sun-In in high school). So I went from dark blonde to blonde this summer. Saturday, though, I wanted to add some of those trendy, cute stripe highlights - and I got them!!! She did 2 different colors and so many people walked by and told her what an awesome job she did and how cool the colors are. And now I am BLONDE!! Wow - I'm really blonde. Dave said he couldn't find me at church because its so different.
So here's the deal with the photos... I took them of myself by setting the timer and sitting in front of the camera. I took many, many photos and learned a lot while doing it:
1) My left side is my better side
2) I look the best (according to me) when my head is tilted down and to the right
3) You can't get an accurate idea of the colors based on the pictures
4) the hairstyle is not much different, but I still like it a lot.
and here is the biggest thing I learned...
5) I guess I was never so unhappy with my hairstyle as much as my hair color. While looking at photos with the girls yesterday I kept cringing at the drab, unexciting blend of blonde and brown that my hair had become. This blonde/stripe is definitely exciting me... The hairstyle is pretty much the same as I have worn it for years, but the color is amazing (for me:)
So here you go:
And just because me and Nora had so much fun taking our own pictures:
Oh and again - I felt like the smiles were exploding off of my face... man! I need to do something about that.
Labels: Battle: Hair
My first homecoming. I stormed the Queen's car, ripped the tiara off of her head, threw it on the ground and screamed "It was supposed to be me!" All the while trying to keep my tube top covering what it should be covering (which is difficult since I don't have anything to hold it up) and my pants from showing crack. I was pretty successful in those endeavors... not so much in being the coolest kid at school.
As I came back to reality, I realized that homecoming is not so special. In fact, it was kind of boring and really cold and I was pretty sick of the bundled up ball on my lap that had no intention of being satisfied with either standing up or sitting down.
Nora had a blast and even attempted a few cheerleading moves to my chagrin. I had to stop her from doing a pyramid, but other than that she was good. Ryann was mostly concerned with what kind of snacks she could find in the diaper bag. And Georgia, well, lets just say she was unsatisfied with whatever I was trying to do. I was very fortunate to have wonderful friends with me who love my children (and me) enough to help out with them. They also helped with the 1/2 mile walk to and from the car, which was sooooo appreciated. All in all we had fun, but it was the last football-game-in-the-cold that I will attend this year.
As for the homecoming part... There were floats: The freshmen won with their "We're going to grill the Steelmen" float - a huge webber grill with proportionately huge ketchup and mustard bottles. The Sophomores had a horrendously bad tidal wave that required absolutely no creativity whatsoever and their theme was "We're going to wipe out the Steelmen". The Juniors brought us a giant toilet with several almost naked boys hanging around it with plungers shouting "We're going to flush the Steelmen" and the Seniors had "Steelmen on the Menu" along with a can of soup. It was interesting. It was also interesting that the cheerleaders did a giant cheer during halftime which not one person could hear.
And it was fascinating to watch high schoolers try to remain cool while dressed in almost nothing in the 40 degree drizzling weather. Coats people. Coats.
But the best part of the night (besides when I left) was when the announcer said (very seriously), "Ladies and Gentlemen - take a look! The BALL is exACTly at the midpoint of the field!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He was very excited and I was even more excited when he had the opportunity to say it a second time - I mean really, how many times does a ball land EXACTLY at the midpoint of the field? We saw it TWICE - and I only stayed through halftime. I should have played the lottery that night.
Labels: I'm old