I made two pepperoni pizzas, 15 mummy dogs, which are half hot dogs wrapped in crescent rolls, queso dip with chorizo, vegetables with ranch dip, fruit with fruit yogurt dip, eyeballs, spiders, and German chocolate cake. I posted pictures on facebook of some of the more interesting items I served. :) We had 22 people here, which includes the four of us, and the 3 other children 1 and under. Which means I was wrong in my last post and there were 20 of us that went trick-or-treating.
Today is the 8th anniversary of our first date. We went out today to Dusty's parents' house and trick-or-treated them and his sister. I wound up making two more pizzas, different ones this time. His mom, apparently, really likes my pizzas, which is a very nice compliment. I made a pineapple and onion (her favorite), and a chicken, bacon, ranch (my mom's favorite). She'd never had a c/b/r, so I thought it would be a nice change for her. She really liked it too. The kids had a great time playing out there, as they always do. It's not exactly what I would've planned for the anniversary of our first date, but, seeing as I'm practicing happiness, I think it was a really good day and I'm definitely ready to sleep.
Hannah has been keeping us up coughing the past few nights. Last night she was coughing off and on for over an hour. Dusty put Vicks babyrub on her chest, but it didn't help. Neither did water. Poor girl. She gets colds in her chest. Anyway, I hope that tonight is better.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Top Best Days Ever
So this happiness thing. It's really working. Not sure if it's the mindset, or some medication, or a mixture, but this was one great day! You'd think, especially if you know me well, that today would've been super stressful, and I would've been going crazy and yelling my head off. Nope. I only raised my voice a couple of times, and they were quite justifiable. I had planned my time adequately, leaving only the must-do-the-day-of tasks, and a few that could've been done earlier, but not as well. I put icing on the sides of the cake, and decorated the top, made the hot food, and cleaned. Doesn't sound like a lot, but it took me almost every spare minute of this day. It was so wonderful. Everyone enjoyed the food, and after we ate and talked a little, the ones that were still there (two had to leave early leaving 19 of us, went trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. It was so fun! The only negative I can think, was that I should've made 3 pizzas. I figured with all the rest of the food that I wouldn't need three, but I did. BUT it was great even without the third pizza. Pictures will be posted on facebook probably tomorrow. :)
Friday, October 29, 2010
Much to do
I'm getting together a party for Dusty's 30th birthday for tomorrow night. I'll post some pictures, hopefully, of things I made at a later date. I just wanted to say that my daughter has a cold. Seth is getting one. Why in the world do we decide that when I'm having people over for a party, it's a good time to get sick. Seriously. Last time Seth was sick was on and around the day of his party. I will go on strike if I have to call off this party tomorrow.
For now though, I'm going to go back to making spiders. OH, and I hate spiders. Apparently of any kind. While getting out a bowl this morning, to put rolls in to allow them to rise, I found a spider. This is after the spiders I'm making stuck to the wax paper so badly I had to pry them up with a fork. Also, I had to roll out with my hands 240 spider legs yesterday. There's more, it's just the underlying theme is: I do not like spiders.
For now though, I'm going to go back to making spiders. OH, and I hate spiders. Apparently of any kind. While getting out a bowl this morning, to put rolls in to allow them to rise, I found a spider. This is after the spiders I'm making stuck to the wax paper so badly I had to pry them up with a fork. Also, I had to roll out with my hands 240 spider legs yesterday. There's more, it's just the underlying theme is: I do not like spiders.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Company
We had someone new for supper tonight. It was Tricia's friend, Stephanie. Stephanie (which is going to take some getting used to with typing) and I were in cahoots last year around this time preparing a surprise going away party for Tricia before she left us. Well, Stephanie reappeared in our lives as a teacher in Seth's class at church. Immediately Seth loved her. I think she loves him, so that helps him. He doesn't like fake people. Anyway, she was at church last night in his class, and he walked in and sat right down in her lap. Didn't even say goodbye. THAT is a first, my friends. Usually we at least get a hung head or a pouty lip. Nope. I had to loudly say goodbye across the sea of children. I'm good with that though. Pretty used to it, since that's how Hannah has ALWAYS been. No really. As soon as we took her to the nursery her nursery workers loved her, and doted on her, and would always tell us how much she smiled and "talked" to them. The only time she ever had separation anxiety was when she had been sick and I had checked on her in between Sunday school and church, she saw me, and then saw me leave, and she didn't understand why she wasn't leaving too. It was quickly resolved though, and she was fine. The other time was 6 days after I had Seth and she went to church with Dusty and my mom. They had to be retrieved about 20 minutes after they got there. Both totally natural. Seth hasn't been that easy. So I asked Stephanie on facebook if she wanted to come over for supper tonight, and she did. I asked Seth last night if he wanted Stephanie to come for supper sometime, and he said, "Miss STEPHANIE?!?" in a high pitched squealy excited voice, and then said what he said when I told him Tricia was coming once, "I want Stephanie to come and read books to me." Token of love right there. :) Today when I told him she was coming for supper he asked if a couple of other people from his class were coming too. No. Just Stephanie. Thankfully. Apparently one kid he asked about is a tyrant. I can believe it. I saw him check another boy into the bookcase on Sunday. Being a strict mother, I grabbed him arm, bent down and immediately told him that wasn't how we treated people and he needed to go tell that boy that he was sorry. GO! TELL HIM! He did.
Having a new person for supper is always a little anxious. I don't know what they like or dislike. Whether they'll like my style of cooking or not. We had maple glazed pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans and a giant cookie (sound familiar, Tricia?). We LOVE this meal, but what if she doesn't? Well, she did, or at least she claimed she did to be nice and choked it down. She did, however, agree that we should do it again, and we set a time to do that, but that was all at my provoking... Well, the kids and I really enjoyed her, and I think Dusty did too. He had not one thing to say about the whole thing, so that's a huge compliment. There aren't ever really telling signs of approval, but there are definite signs of disapproval. The biggest stamp would be if he starts harassing her, like he does Tricia. When he draws an equally endearing picture of her as a unicorn, then we'll know she's in. :) Too bad she's already a senior. We need to be starting these kids younger, but like I told Stephanie tonight, college students aren't as fun when they're freshman, or even sophomores. There's not as much self deprecation or confidence.
All in all, it was a good night. Poor Stephanie did have to bear the pain of me being a stay at home mom, as did the Discover card lady, or mortgage broker, and the lady checker at Target. All innocent bystanders as I spill out my necessary number of words for the day that don't get expelled during the day, for the most part. :) Maybe that'll be my next project.
Having a new person for supper is always a little anxious. I don't know what they like or dislike. Whether they'll like my style of cooking or not. We had maple glazed pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans and a giant cookie (sound familiar, Tricia?). We LOVE this meal, but what if she doesn't? Well, she did, or at least she claimed she did to be nice and choked it down. She did, however, agree that we should do it again, and we set a time to do that, but that was all at my provoking... Well, the kids and I really enjoyed her, and I think Dusty did too. He had not one thing to say about the whole thing, so that's a huge compliment. There aren't ever really telling signs of approval, but there are definite signs of disapproval. The biggest stamp would be if he starts harassing her, like he does Tricia. When he draws an equally endearing picture of her as a unicorn, then we'll know she's in. :) Too bad she's already a senior. We need to be starting these kids younger, but like I told Stephanie tonight, college students aren't as fun when they're freshman, or even sophomores. There's not as much self deprecation or confidence.
All in all, it was a good night. Poor Stephanie did have to bear the pain of me being a stay at home mom, as did the Discover card lady, or mortgage broker, and the lady checker at Target. All innocent bystanders as I spill out my necessary number of words for the day that don't get expelled during the day, for the most part. :) Maybe that'll be my next project.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Good 20 hours
We made a crash trip to Southern IL yesterday right after lunch. We met my mom and dad for a short stay at my grandparents' house. We got to go to Pioneer's Cabin, which is owned by my dad's long time friend. The kids played in a little cabin the man built, and LOVED it! Today they played outside more than I thought was humanly possible. So much that Hannah has leg pains tonight because she used them so much. :) We carved pumpkins, which they should have loved, but didn't, and I have pictures, but they're still on my camera.
It was really nice to see my dad though. I don't think it really changed anything mentally for me, but it was good to see him NOT losing weight, as people say he is. I'm ready to know the treatment, and see when things will be moving on.
I've been reading a book for quite some time, and haven't ever really delved in as I would've hoped. It's called the Happiness Project. This woman made a New Year's resolution to make her life happier, and challenged herself monthly to do certain things that would, in turn, make her life happier. Not necessarily make her "happy," but "happier." I wanted this book because I had seen her on a talk show, or something, and heard what she had to say. Her anger and my anger were similar. Her desire to not be the type of person she was being, and mine, were similar. I just read yesterday in the book that she'd have "one-sided minifights" and no one would win because she wasn't fighting anyone, but everyone would lose. She would lose because she couldn't control her anger and not lash out at the person, and the person would lose because they became a defenseless victim that has just been lashed. I have these kind of fights all the time. I'm trying to stop them, especially since reading the last book I mentioned, but they still come on occasion.
She also speaks of wanting a gold star for doing things. While sending out Christmas cards, she thought her husband should have thanked her for doing that, complimented the picture, and helped stuff and address them, even though she, and she alone, was the one that had the desire to do the cards. When she came to the conclusion that she would send the cards herself, out of her own desire to do so, she became happier, and she was less resentful of the whole situation and her husband. Interesting thoughts. Easy to think, hard to put into practice. I think I'm going to have to piece out, similarly to what she did, and figure what I want to do, need to do, and in what order to do them.
One thing she said that smacked me in the face is something that I've heard others say, but not in so many words. "The fun part doesn't come later, now is the fun part." She saying that in everything in life, the goal isn't so much the high point, as is the journey getting to the goal. The goal is necessary, the journey is necessary, but oftentimes the journey brings about more happiness than the actual achievement of the goal. Interesting. So when I'm bemoaning the fact that I have to find lunch for our kids, or change yet another dirty diaper for the 4th year in a row, what I should be realizing is that soon I won't have any kids in diapers. While that in itself is a pleasant thought, that also brings with it that fact that I won't have a little bitty person around anymore, which isn't quite as pleasant of a thought. There are so many freedoms that come with children growing a little older, but there are so many pleasures that come with having a little child. Dusty says that he thinks it's natural for a woman to always wish for a little child. He thinks it's a God-given trait, but in reality it doesn't make sense to have a little child after little child until that desire is gone because then the whole world would have a family like the Duggar's. The bottom line is, that I shouldn't bemoan it, but I should rejoice in the fact that I have these moments with my children. This woman isn't writing from a Christian perspective, so she doesn't use words like rejoice (not that rejoice is a purely religious word, but it seems to be used more commonly there than in the secular world), but really that's what I need to be doing.
I got a text yesterday from my old boss. She was wondering if I might be willing to work 6-8 weeks in 2011. I was right in my assumption that it was for someone going on maternity leave. I would love that opportunity because I think it would give me an enormously greater appreciation for what I do now, and for my children, and it would give us a lot of extra money, and would keep my foot in the door at this company, if I ever did go back to work...but I'm pretty glad that I can't do it. It would be so difficult for my children to wrap their brains around the fact that Daddy AND Mommy are going to work today, and every week day for the next few weeks. Someone else will be taking you to the gym, library and out for lunch. You'll be coming to Mommy's work to eat lunch sometimes, in addition to Daddy's. Then after the stint was over, I'd have to answer the question every day for probably months of whether I was going to work today or not. I'm really glad to not have to do that. I know it seems like not much to answer questions, but if you know you know my children, you know how many question there will be and how long those questions will take to go away.
I'm so thankful that God has given us Dusty's job, so that I can stay at home with our kids, and I can be the one to change the diapers and answer all the mundane and repetitive questions. I'm glad that I'm the one that knows that Hannah has difficulty with logic-and not her day care teacher. I'm glad that I know that Seth can count pretty high-but he can only count objects up to 3, and then he just continues saying the numbers in the correct order, but not necessarily because there are that many objects-and not his day care teacher. Not that there's anything wrong with a person taking their kid to day care, but it's wrong for me.
Very introspective couple of days I've been having. Can you tell?
It was really nice to see my dad though. I don't think it really changed anything mentally for me, but it was good to see him NOT losing weight, as people say he is. I'm ready to know the treatment, and see when things will be moving on.
I've been reading a book for quite some time, and haven't ever really delved in as I would've hoped. It's called the Happiness Project. This woman made a New Year's resolution to make her life happier, and challenged herself monthly to do certain things that would, in turn, make her life happier. Not necessarily make her "happy," but "happier." I wanted this book because I had seen her on a talk show, or something, and heard what she had to say. Her anger and my anger were similar. Her desire to not be the type of person she was being, and mine, were similar. I just read yesterday in the book that she'd have "one-sided minifights" and no one would win because she wasn't fighting anyone, but everyone would lose. She would lose because she couldn't control her anger and not lash out at the person, and the person would lose because they became a defenseless victim that has just been lashed. I have these kind of fights all the time. I'm trying to stop them, especially since reading the last book I mentioned, but they still come on occasion.
She also speaks of wanting a gold star for doing things. While sending out Christmas cards, she thought her husband should have thanked her for doing that, complimented the picture, and helped stuff and address them, even though she, and she alone, was the one that had the desire to do the cards. When she came to the conclusion that she would send the cards herself, out of her own desire to do so, she became happier, and she was less resentful of the whole situation and her husband. Interesting thoughts. Easy to think, hard to put into practice. I think I'm going to have to piece out, similarly to what she did, and figure what I want to do, need to do, and in what order to do them.
One thing she said that smacked me in the face is something that I've heard others say, but not in so many words. "The fun part doesn't come later, now is the fun part." She saying that in everything in life, the goal isn't so much the high point, as is the journey getting to the goal. The goal is necessary, the journey is necessary, but oftentimes the journey brings about more happiness than the actual achievement of the goal. Interesting. So when I'm bemoaning the fact that I have to find lunch for our kids, or change yet another dirty diaper for the 4th year in a row, what I should be realizing is that soon I won't have any kids in diapers. While that in itself is a pleasant thought, that also brings with it that fact that I won't have a little bitty person around anymore, which isn't quite as pleasant of a thought. There are so many freedoms that come with children growing a little older, but there are so many pleasures that come with having a little child. Dusty says that he thinks it's natural for a woman to always wish for a little child. He thinks it's a God-given trait, but in reality it doesn't make sense to have a little child after little child until that desire is gone because then the whole world would have a family like the Duggar's. The bottom line is, that I shouldn't bemoan it, but I should rejoice in the fact that I have these moments with my children. This woman isn't writing from a Christian perspective, so she doesn't use words like rejoice (not that rejoice is a purely religious word, but it seems to be used more commonly there than in the secular world), but really that's what I need to be doing.
I got a text yesterday from my old boss. She was wondering if I might be willing to work 6-8 weeks in 2011. I was right in my assumption that it was for someone going on maternity leave. I would love that opportunity because I think it would give me an enormously greater appreciation for what I do now, and for my children, and it would give us a lot of extra money, and would keep my foot in the door at this company, if I ever did go back to work...but I'm pretty glad that I can't do it. It would be so difficult for my children to wrap their brains around the fact that Daddy AND Mommy are going to work today, and every week day for the next few weeks. Someone else will be taking you to the gym, library and out for lunch. You'll be coming to Mommy's work to eat lunch sometimes, in addition to Daddy's. Then after the stint was over, I'd have to answer the question every day for probably months of whether I was going to work today or not. I'm really glad to not have to do that. I know it seems like not much to answer questions, but if you know you know my children, you know how many question there will be and how long those questions will take to go away.
I'm so thankful that God has given us Dusty's job, so that I can stay at home with our kids, and I can be the one to change the diapers and answer all the mundane and repetitive questions. I'm glad that I'm the one that knows that Hannah has difficulty with logic-and not her day care teacher. I'm glad that I know that Seth can count pretty high-but he can only count objects up to 3, and then he just continues saying the numbers in the correct order, but not necessarily because there are that many objects-and not his day care teacher. Not that there's anything wrong with a person taking their kid to day care, but it's wrong for me.
Very introspective couple of days I've been having. Can you tell?
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Just what we figured...
It'll be radiation treatment. Not sure what exactly, but we'll know eventually.
Waiting...
Waiting on my dad to call with the info from the oncologist. Waiting...and waiting...and...
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Musings
I finished a book tonight called "The Value of a Praying Mother" by Isabel Byrum. It was a very valuable book for me. It had many things in it that were aha moments for me. This was the book that stemmed by post about praying with my kids. She points out that allowing your children to come to you with any problem, and responding with gentle words and never harshness is the way to lead them to come to you with any problem at any time in their development. The main story was about a girl and her mother. The girl turned to her mother with any problem and developed into a wonderful, Godly woman that fully relied and trusted in God. That is precisely what I want for my children, I thought. I began praying that I wanted our kids to trust in God completely. And then I realized the real thing that came to mind is for my kids to not get hurt by other people. Then, God helped me to realize that the one person in their lives that they trust completely and rely on to fulfill their every need and their every desire, is the one person that hurts them the most. I don't want them to be hurt, that's one of the greatest desires in my heart for them, and I'm the one that hurts them most. I'm harsh too much, I'm not gentle enough. I don't invest as much time listening to them as I should. I'm going to be working on this. I feel like my mothering skills are good. I feel like my Christian mothering skills realllllly could use some work.
I'm struggling to try and get my thoughts in order on this, so I'm sorry that this post seems disjointed.
I'm struggling to try and get my thoughts in order on this, so I'm sorry that this post seems disjointed.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Busy Day
We played this morning a while and then went to Jackson to eat with Dusty's mom and sister. We went to Old Navy quickly and I am extremely pleased with how we did. We got 13 items for just under $40. That's barely over $3 an item! I had $20 in reward cards from there though, so it started out at $61. We got 3 pairs of pajamas for Seth for next year and the year after, a pair of shorts for next summer, a pair of water shoes/sandals, a long sleeved shirt for Hannah, tutu, and a Halloween costume for each of them. Also, we got two polos for Dusty and two tank tops for me. I'm very pleased.
We went out to Dusty's parents' house and the kids took naps. After naps they got to play a lot. The kids even climbed a tree with their Daddy. Hannah wanted to climb higher and higher. :)
We went out to feed the ducks and fish, and on the way back Seth said he wanted to go "pick eggs." I guess at our house we shuck peas, peel corn and pick eggs.
Ding...We've been telling the kids about Jupiter, and how it's right near the moon recently. Seth was outside last night and Dusty said he looked up at the sky and said, "Daddy!! Look at all the Jupiters!" Uhhhh...science lesson fail.
Ding...Hannah's such an interesting girl because of how much she seems to not be paying attention, and then all of the sudden she'll burst out with a comment. :) Tonight Jayne had been talking about how she was actually able to get the rust stains out of her bathtub that came when their water was messed up. Then when we were eating supper, Jayne mentioned that she was excited about being able to clean her bath tub tonight. Hannah said, "Huckhhhh!" I looked at her questioningly. She said, "She said she was going to drink her bath water tonight!" Um...not exactly. We clarified it, and she felt much better about the fact that Jayne-Jayne wasn't going to drink her bath water. :)
OK. Bed.
We went out to Dusty's parents' house and the kids took naps. After naps they got to play a lot. The kids even climbed a tree with their Daddy. Hannah wanted to climb higher and higher. :)
We went out to feed the ducks and fish, and on the way back Seth said he wanted to go "pick eggs." I guess at our house we shuck peas, peel corn and pick eggs.
Ding...We've been telling the kids about Jupiter, and how it's right near the moon recently. Seth was outside last night and Dusty said he looked up at the sky and said, "Daddy!! Look at all the Jupiters!" Uhhhh...science lesson fail.
Ding...Hannah's such an interesting girl because of how much she seems to not be paying attention, and then all of the sudden she'll burst out with a comment. :) Tonight Jayne had been talking about how she was actually able to get the rust stains out of her bathtub that came when their water was messed up. Then when we were eating supper, Jayne mentioned that she was excited about being able to clean her bath tub tonight. Hannah said, "Huckhhhh!" I looked at her questioningly. She said, "She said she was going to drink her bath water tonight!" Um...not exactly. We clarified it, and she felt much better about the fact that Jayne-Jayne wasn't going to drink her bath water. :)
OK. Bed.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Prayer
So I'm reading a book and I decided to implement some of the things that are in it. I decided to start praying with the kids whenever something goes on in the day. Hannah was really upset, which is something that happens, and I decided to ask her if she wanted to pray. She said no, and I asked if she wanted me to pray, and she said yes. I prayed for her to have the joy that only comes from the Lord, and a minute or so after the prayer, she was SO much better. She was happy and not the least concerned about whatever was bothering her before the prayer. Awesome! I just keep thinking that the only way I can introduce them into a life infused with constant prayer, is to infused their life with constant prayer. Who knew?
Blah Blah Blah Day
It's Boss's Day observed and it's Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. That's a whole lot of stuff wrapped into one day. I'll start with the latter.
Pretty sure yesterday I remembered the loss of our baby in March. I didn't need a Remembrance Day today, and I wouldn't need another one in 6 months, when I'll remember the day I lost the baby. Do we really need to commercialize the loss of our children? I mean, come on. Let's just remember, and those who want to grieve can grieve in their own time, but I mean what's next Pet Remembrance Day: The Day to Remember Those Pets Who Have Gone Before Us. Fatal Car Accident Remembrance Day. House Fire Death Remembrance Day. I can go on, but I don't want to be offensive. As if this day isn't a little offensive already. Whatever. Anyway...
Boss's Day. We went to lunch with Dusty's boss, John. We love John. He's such an amazing man, and we appreciate him a lot. We give him bread, cupcakes, cakes, other things, and visit him regularly with our kids, who love him as much as he loves them. I also, at 10:00, decided to make a giant chocolate chip cookie with icing on it and meet him at 11:30 for lunch. I did it. I got the cookie done, and I got to the place at 11:37, which was before Dusty and John got there, so we were good. :) The lunch took FOREVER. I didn't get to leave until 1:15, and Dusty and John left before that. This restaurant is driving me crazy with their lack of service. We're not going back, even though their food is AWESOME! We'll have to call for take out or something, as long as they're in business because they won't be for long with the way they're going. I just feel like the whole shindig wasn't really worth it. I should've just done something substantial for him, and given it to him on Monday. It just seemed like the lunch was too anxious for me because of the amount of time it was taking, and the fact that the kids were STARVING (me too), and getting to nap time. Next time, I'll just buy a card for John.
Pretty sure yesterday I remembered the loss of our baby in March. I didn't need a Remembrance Day today, and I wouldn't need another one in 6 months, when I'll remember the day I lost the baby. Do we really need to commercialize the loss of our children? I mean, come on. Let's just remember, and those who want to grieve can grieve in their own time, but I mean what's next Pet Remembrance Day: The Day to Remember Those Pets Who Have Gone Before Us. Fatal Car Accident Remembrance Day. House Fire Death Remembrance Day. I can go on, but I don't want to be offensive. As if this day isn't a little offensive already. Whatever. Anyway...
Boss's Day. We went to lunch with Dusty's boss, John. We love John. He's such an amazing man, and we appreciate him a lot. We give him bread, cupcakes, cakes, other things, and visit him regularly with our kids, who love him as much as he loves them. I also, at 10:00, decided to make a giant chocolate chip cookie with icing on it and meet him at 11:30 for lunch. I did it. I got the cookie done, and I got to the place at 11:37, which was before Dusty and John got there, so we were good. :) The lunch took FOREVER. I didn't get to leave until 1:15, and Dusty and John left before that. This restaurant is driving me crazy with their lack of service. We're not going back, even though their food is AWESOME! We'll have to call for take out or something, as long as they're in business because they won't be for long with the way they're going. I just feel like the whole shindig wasn't really worth it. I should've just done something substantial for him, and given it to him on Monday. It just seemed like the lunch was too anxious for me because of the amount of time it was taking, and the fact that the kids were STARVING (me too), and getting to nap time. Next time, I'll just buy a card for John.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Today's the Day
As if this week wasn't weird enough, today is the due date of our baby we lost in March. I went to a movie with Peaches tonight. We were going to go to eat, but we decided to eat popcorn and see The Social Network. It was a really good movie, but not great for everyone. I don't think it would matter to lots of people that don't care about the internet or computers. I haven't mentioned it to anyone today because I really don't want the attention drawn to me right now. Why am I posting it here where anyone can read it? Well, I want to say it, but I don't want to talk about it. It doesn't really make me super emotional, but it does skew my thinking a little. My dad's problem is so big, and it's right here right now. I'm not wanting to play up the deal. It's just weird that right now I could be either having a baby, or just about to (and close to decapitating every human within reaching distance). Anyway, just a weird week. I'm ready for tomorrow, Friday and then the weekend.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Not News to You
My dad has cancer.
MY dad. Wait...what?
Remember last week when there was something going on that I gave little detail about? Well...now we know the results.
I knew when he called me with his cell phone and immediately said he wanted to hang up and call me back on the house phone that it was something big. Something that he wanted Mom on the other phone to hear, not that it was news to her at that point. I thought either the worst news was cancer, or the best news was something else entirely that is completely unrelated to health issues. "Well, we've got some cancer." I'm not sure if that's exactly what he said, and I'm not sure if that was it in its entirety, but the point was made. Of course I have this cacophony in the background at my house. My children picked precisely that moment to slam the lid closed on the piano keys, and open it back up and create a twentieth century masterpiece. I locked myself in my bedroom. Then I was afraid they would break the door down, or break their collar bones, so I told them to find something else to do, and that I had the door locked for a reason.
It's never easy for a 3 year old and a 2 year old to deal with real emotion. They only understand pretend, and babies crying. Not Mommy. So I explained that Grandpa has something called cancer, but with the right treatment, the right medicine, he'll get better. Hannah's first concern was if Grandpa was feeling badly. Fortunately, no. Of course, that means that he's not sick, in her mind.
So now begins more waiting. Wait on the biopsy, wait on the results of the biopsy, and now wait on the treatment. Most of the time I really dislike being this far from my parents. Right now I HATE it.
I hate that I'm reacting so badly to a type of cancer that has proven time and time again to be curable. I hate that I let this affect me in outward ways. I hate that I'm thinking so much about how I'M being affected by this, and it's not even me that has cancer. My dad, is relatively unaffected. How does he DO that?
Tomorrow I'm supposed to get up and be the same "chipper" mom I always am [supposed to be]. How do I decide that it's not a big thing, and it's not going to be any different after the treatment as it was before we even knew about it? Did I mention I'm not good at change? Neither is Hannah, which is why she's fine as long as she knows Grandpa doesn't feel badly.
I will say, I'm thankful my dad has prostate cancer. It could be so much worse. MY dad could be the one with ALS. "Thank you, Lord, that my dad only has prostate cancer."
MY dad. Wait...what?
Remember last week when there was something going on that I gave little detail about? Well...now we know the results.
I knew when he called me with his cell phone and immediately said he wanted to hang up and call me back on the house phone that it was something big. Something that he wanted Mom on the other phone to hear, not that it was news to her at that point. I thought either the worst news was cancer, or the best news was something else entirely that is completely unrelated to health issues. "Well, we've got some cancer." I'm not sure if that's exactly what he said, and I'm not sure if that was it in its entirety, but the point was made. Of course I have this cacophony in the background at my house. My children picked precisely that moment to slam the lid closed on the piano keys, and open it back up and create a twentieth century masterpiece. I locked myself in my bedroom. Then I was afraid they would break the door down, or break their collar bones, so I told them to find something else to do, and that I had the door locked for a reason.
It's never easy for a 3 year old and a 2 year old to deal with real emotion. They only understand pretend, and babies crying. Not Mommy. So I explained that Grandpa has something called cancer, but with the right treatment, the right medicine, he'll get better. Hannah's first concern was if Grandpa was feeling badly. Fortunately, no. Of course, that means that he's not sick, in her mind.
So now begins more waiting. Wait on the biopsy, wait on the results of the biopsy, and now wait on the treatment. Most of the time I really dislike being this far from my parents. Right now I HATE it.
I hate that I'm reacting so badly to a type of cancer that has proven time and time again to be curable. I hate that I let this affect me in outward ways. I hate that I'm thinking so much about how I'M being affected by this, and it's not even me that has cancer. My dad, is relatively unaffected. How does he DO that?
Tomorrow I'm supposed to get up and be the same "chipper" mom I always am [supposed to be]. How do I decide that it's not a big thing, and it's not going to be any different after the treatment as it was before we even knew about it? Did I mention I'm not good at change? Neither is Hannah, which is why she's fine as long as she knows Grandpa doesn't feel badly.
I will say, I'm thankful my dad has prostate cancer. It could be so much worse. MY dad could be the one with ALS. "Thank you, Lord, that my dad only has prostate cancer."
Monday, October 11, 2010
Kids, Cake, and Soap
Hannah likes to ask deep questions right before she goes to bed. I'm not sure whether she really wants to know, or is just trying to prolong her bedtime routine. Recently she asked me what Lord was. Pretty deep question for a not-even-4-year old. Also, I'm not sure what it is about her, but apparently she has terrible luck with being in the nursery and the toys there. Recently she went down a slide outside, and the slide detached from the apparatus and fell to the ground with her on it. Yesterday, we picked her up and she had a HUGE knot on her forehead and she said she hit it on the rocking chair. We found out what really happened, and she climbed up to rock in the chair, and it FELL APART! Poor girl. She's got Lundemo genes.
So I baked some more bread for the guy at Dusty's work, and he wanted a cake too. I gave him the prices for my cakes, but he didn't want to pay that, so he tried to haggle. I mean, a 6 inch cake with 2-2in thick layers for $12. Not bad. I mean, this is a from scratch cake with from scratch icing. If you want a cheapo cake, go to Walmart. Anyway, I told Dusty that I wanted to try this new recipe I found, and I'd make him a one layer 6 inch cake covered in icing for free, since I would make one for us as well. (I would not have made us a cake if he had not wanted a cake.) Well, Dusty told him that there was coffee in the chocolate cake (which he requested with chocolate icing). Of course, the guy comes back and said it was good, but he could taste the coffee (BULL!!!!!) and had to eat it for breakfast with his cup of coffee and some French toast he had made with the bread. First off, chocolate cake for breakfast? And if you think it tastes like coffee, maybe it could be...oh I dunno...the COFFEE YOU'RE DRINKING?!? Dusty doesn't like chocolate cake. He'll eat it, but never much, and not by choice. He has eaten more of this chocolate cake than he has ANY chocolate cake put together since I met him almost 8 years ago. It's that good. If my dad can't taste the coffee in a cake, then there's no coffee taste in the cake. Period. Then he told Dusty that he would've preferred the vanilla icing on it. But you said you wanted chocolate icing. I mean, I tried to accommodate him with the cake, even though I didn't charge him for it. I mean, I didn't charge him for it! Yes, I welcome feedback, but when I give you a cake, take it and thank me and tell me it was good. Don't criticize. Don't offer changes. If you want to order a cake, then order a cake, get what you want and pay me for it. If you don't want this kind of cake, then don't order this cake. If you want a particular icing, then order that icing. If you get a cake for free, be grateful and not hateful! (Ooh, that was a good one!)
Dusty and I made soap this weekend! You've all seen the pictures on facebook, so I won't post them here. It was so fun! It was hard, and quite a complex process, but it was a good time together. We have cute little soaps that will be ready in a few weeks. I can't WAIT! We're hopefully going to make some more in the next week or so. This batch I want to add lavender oil, so it smells all nice. :) I LOVE lavender.
I wonder what we're going to have for supper tonight?
So I baked some more bread for the guy at Dusty's work, and he wanted a cake too. I gave him the prices for my cakes, but he didn't want to pay that, so he tried to haggle. I mean, a 6 inch cake with 2-2in thick layers for $12. Not bad. I mean, this is a from scratch cake with from scratch icing. If you want a cheapo cake, go to Walmart. Anyway, I told Dusty that I wanted to try this new recipe I found, and I'd make him a one layer 6 inch cake covered in icing for free, since I would make one for us as well. (I would not have made us a cake if he had not wanted a cake.) Well, Dusty told him that there was coffee in the chocolate cake (which he requested with chocolate icing). Of course, the guy comes back and said it was good, but he could taste the coffee (BULL!!!!!) and had to eat it for breakfast with his cup of coffee and some French toast he had made with the bread. First off, chocolate cake for breakfast? And if you think it tastes like coffee, maybe it could be...oh I dunno...the COFFEE YOU'RE DRINKING?!? Dusty doesn't like chocolate cake. He'll eat it, but never much, and not by choice. He has eaten more of this chocolate cake than he has ANY chocolate cake put together since I met him almost 8 years ago. It's that good. If my dad can't taste the coffee in a cake, then there's no coffee taste in the cake. Period. Then he told Dusty that he would've preferred the vanilla icing on it. But you said you wanted chocolate icing. I mean, I tried to accommodate him with the cake, even though I didn't charge him for it. I mean, I didn't charge him for it! Yes, I welcome feedback, but when I give you a cake, take it and thank me and tell me it was good. Don't criticize. Don't offer changes. If you want to order a cake, then order a cake, get what you want and pay me for it. If you don't want this kind of cake, then don't order this cake. If you want a particular icing, then order that icing. If you get a cake for free, be grateful and not hateful! (Ooh, that was a good one!)
Dusty and I made soap this weekend! You've all seen the pictures on facebook, so I won't post them here. It was so fun! It was hard, and quite a complex process, but it was a good time together. We have cute little soaps that will be ready in a few weeks. I can't WAIT! We're hopefully going to make some more in the next week or so. This batch I want to add lavender oil, so it smells all nice. :) I LOVE lavender.
I wonder what we're going to have for supper tonight?
Friday, October 8, 2010
Different Day
It is amazing to me how one 24 hour period can be so vastly different from the very next 24 hour period. Maybe it's because it's Friday and that just seems to be such a relief to my whole being, or it's just different today, but today is much better than yesterday. I'm getting the opportunity to talk to a sister-in-law, whom I'm never done much talking to. She came over today and spent a few hours. She has a 3 month old (the same sil I met on Monday to eat lunch) who she brought with her. I understand what it's like to need somewhere to go with your baby. It's nice to have someone else get spit up on, and entertain for a while, and console her when she starts getting upset. I get that. Today we talked about more spiritual things. We...ok, Hannah is reading every word I'm typing as I type it. It's a bit awkward. Anyway, we haven't ever really talked about that kind of thing in depth. I invited her to our Sunday school class, but she said she'd have to come alone because her husband won't come with her. I told her that would be fine, and she could bring the baby to the class too. I'm hoping she comes on Sunday. I'm going to call her Saturday and check. Being around her makes me so grateful for Dusty. He's such a fantastic husband and daddy. (Hannah keeps coaxing me to type...HOLY COW, she just read the word coaxing!) I'm going to stop this post for now. I'll potentially type more later. ("Type," she says.) I'll let Hannah type for a minute on my blog so she can show you some of the words she can type.
i can type too.
i love daddy
OK. Hannah's done. Now Seth wants a turn. His will be not nearly as understandable.
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See?
i can type too.
i love daddy
OK. Hannah's done. Now Seth wants a turn. His will be not nearly as understandable.
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See?
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Life
I'm not sure what to say today (or yesterday). I got paid for 2 of the 3 weeks, left a voicemail last night that has yet to be returned. I've got crazy moods going on, so I'm sure that's not going to be pleasurable reading. I've got my second order for bread from the same guy at Dusty's work. He wants a cake too, but not a decorated, or even smoothed, cake. "Just a one layer cake with some icing slapped on it." I kind of want to tell him just to go to Walmart. (Wow, that wasn't supposed to be a substitute for an inappropriate statement at all, but it did kind of allude to that.) Anyway, I've been wanting to try this chocolate cake recipe for a while, so I decided to go ahead and make him a teensy cake and make a cake for us too. It worked out perfectly, and the cake is REALLY good. I'll have to take a picture of it, now that it has been cut into.
I have many complaints that I could offer, but I'm trying to cut back. I'll just say that I have one of the smartest children I have ever seen, and she offers daily challenges, not with intelligence, but with boundaries. She is difficult to discipline because she is only 3, but everyone who meets her wouldn't believe it. The guy at Chick-fil-A today thought she was in first grade. He walked up and she read his name tag, and he was impressed, so we had her read the cup. It said "Exhale Slowly, it cools the mouth." She hadn't ever read exhale before, but she sounded it out. Yep. Reads like a first grader, or better. Anyway, he was appalled that she was only 3. Who isn't? I am! And thus, my discipline problems.
I know. Life will work itself out. It's just days like today that really test who I am as a person, a Christian, and definitely as a mother.
I have many complaints that I could offer, but I'm trying to cut back. I'll just say that I have one of the smartest children I have ever seen, and she offers daily challenges, not with intelligence, but with boundaries. She is difficult to discipline because she is only 3, but everyone who meets her wouldn't believe it. The guy at Chick-fil-A today thought she was in first grade. He walked up and she read his name tag, and he was impressed, so we had her read the cup. It said "Exhale Slowly, it cools the mouth." She hadn't ever read exhale before, but she sounded it out. Yep. Reads like a first grader, or better. Anyway, he was appalled that she was only 3. Who isn't? I am! And thus, my discipline problems.
I know. Life will work itself out. It's just days like today that really test who I am as a person, a Christian, and definitely as a mother.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
P.S.
The first girl didn't come. Didn't tell me she wasn't coming. Nothing. At 4:00 the second girl comes. I said, "Where's [the first girl]?" "Oh, she's not feeling very well. She has a really bad headache." Waste. Of. Time.
Still haven't been paid. I'm giving sicky a makeup lesson tomorrow, and the mother said she'll be home from work, so she'll be sure to send a check over with sicky...well, she didn't call her sicky, but you get what I'm saying. You can rest assured that if the check doesn't cover the last 3 weeks, Sicky will be getting an escort home.
Still haven't been paid. I'm giving sicky a makeup lesson tomorrow, and the mother said she'll be home from work, so she'll be sure to send a check over with sicky...well, she didn't call her sicky, but you get what I'm saying. You can rest assured that if the check doesn't cover the last 3 weeks, Sicky will be getting an escort home.
Refinance
Well, we're refinancing. We've signed all the papers, and the appraiser is coming out this afternoon. I HATE this stuff! They're coming to appraise, but our house is a WRECK. I have a 2 year old and a 3 year old, and I'm having yard sales, so it's horrible. I'm going through the kids' clothes, and selling some, and giving some away to relatives. I'm trying to eliminate clutter and wasted space, and in the process creating much more for the time being. Unfortunately, during that time, a strange person will be coming to judge our house. My dad said not to worry, that they're not looking for the toys in the floor. That made me feel better. So I'm blogging instead of freaking out about the house. I tend to avoid big tasks. I've done a lot though, I'm just kind of done with the whole picking up thing. Hm...wonder if they'll have to move the couch out from in front of the gas fireplace to see if it works. That'll be a little annoying seeing as I'll probably be teaching piano at the time. (Oooh, more on that in a second.) Also, I guess we signed something to allow the bank to charge our credit card with a substantial amount of money for this appraisal and the credit report (which we can't get even though we paid for it...but whatever). I'm wondering when and how that was authorized.
Ah, piano. Still haven't been paid. We have two hours until the student comes for the third week of unpaid lessons. I will be asking both of the girls if their mom sent a check with them, and if their answers are no, then I will be calling the woman tonight to ask her when a good time would be to go to get the check. I love confrontation like that. It doesn't get my stomach in knots at all.
Off subject completely. One of my favorite things in the world is to use the floss just to the point that there's almost nothing left and then leave it for Dusty. Then I watch as he vigorously pulls out some floss, and he gets 2 1/2 inches of floss. It cracks me up every time! Last night it happened not once, but twice! We are out of our normal floss, so we've been using up the dentist samples, since we have like 20. Apparently we had used up all of one before, and just put it back in there with just as smidgen left. (I don't really like the word smidgen. Why did I choose that one?) Ahhh, it makes my insides happy because it always makes me laugh. :)
Could it be time for more coffee? Or perhaps some tea instead. Poor little boy Seth fell off a desk chair onto his big hard plastic fireman's station thing that was tipped over on the floor. He landed flat on his back and got poked with many hard plastic corners. He does well with pains, but it really hurt him this time. Fortunately, it was lunch time, and lunch was pizza, so life was good again.
Ah, piano. Still haven't been paid. We have two hours until the student comes for the third week of unpaid lessons. I will be asking both of the girls if their mom sent a check with them, and if their answers are no, then I will be calling the woman tonight to ask her when a good time would be to go to get the check. I love confrontation like that. It doesn't get my stomach in knots at all.
Off subject completely. One of my favorite things in the world is to use the floss just to the point that there's almost nothing left and then leave it for Dusty. Then I watch as he vigorously pulls out some floss, and he gets 2 1/2 inches of floss. It cracks me up every time! Last night it happened not once, but twice! We are out of our normal floss, so we've been using up the dentist samples, since we have like 20. Apparently we had used up all of one before, and just put it back in there with just as smidgen left. (I don't really like the word smidgen. Why did I choose that one?) Ahhh, it makes my insides happy because it always makes me laugh. :)
Could it be time for more coffee? Or perhaps some tea instead. Poor little boy Seth fell off a desk chair onto his big hard plastic fireman's station thing that was tipped over on the floor. He landed flat on his back and got poked with many hard plastic corners. He does well with pains, but it really hurt him this time. Fortunately, it was lunch time, and lunch was pizza, so life was good again.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Funny Seth
Seth has started tucking things under his arm to carry them, which is hilarious in itself. Today he was tucking a book under his arm, and I loudly said, "SHEWWW!!! You're stinky!" His book fell to the floor, and he turned to me, gave me a furrowed-brow-almost-scowl-look and said, "Mommy! You scared my book away!" I laughed hysterically. He could not understand this, for I had scared his book away and I should be very apologetic! :) I still laughed.
Oh, What a Difference a Day Makes...
This morning started off innocently enough, besides being a Monday, which I usually despise more than being awakened by a dog barking. I had MOPS scheduled for this morning, so I knew it would be a good morning, and then we ate lunch with my sister-in-law, whom I haven't spent time with outside of family functions in a LONG time. MOPS was great. I got to meet some other mothers from our church, and that was one of my biggest reasons for wanting to go. Englewood is so big, that it's hard to get connected, and our Sunday school class doesn't help with that since it's just us and Josh and Shandy. Anyway, the kids had a good time, but Seth told me he cried and called for me when I went and picked him up. Lunch was fine, and then came the whininess. Oh, I can't stand that. Just the whimpering that comes with not getting what you want. It's amazing how 20 minutes of whining can undo the contentedness that comes from a good morning and lunch. It just throws me into a tailspin. I balk at doing everything. I just want to sit and do nothing, which is what I've been doing for the last 2 hours. Yes. TWO hours. I'm wondering if there's something else here that is causing this lethargy, but I don't know the cause, so for now I'll blame it on my own laziness and procrastination.
I suppose this post is more about admitting things, than it is on a recounting of the events of the day.
I'm dealing with trying not to stress over a huge deal that is happening Thursday, but really not what's happening Thursday as much as what the outcome is of what happens Thursday. I will not be going into more detail about this, so just understand I will continue to be vague, and forgive me. I'm respecting more than one person's privacy. OK, Hannah's awake, so I'm going to stop because she tends to read every word I type, if she's paying attention to what I'm doing.
I suppose this post is more about admitting things, than it is on a recounting of the events of the day.
I'm dealing with trying not to stress over a huge deal that is happening Thursday, but really not what's happening Thursday as much as what the outcome is of what happens Thursday. I will not be going into more detail about this, so just understand I will continue to be vague, and forgive me. I'm respecting more than one person's privacy. OK, Hannah's awake, so I'm going to stop because she tends to read every word I type, if she's paying attention to what I'm doing.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Exceptionally Good Day
So as my title indicates, this was an exceptionally good day. I'm very tired at the end of it, so I'll make this a summary instead of full of detail.
Went to the 8:00 service, but we were super late since we didn't get up until 7, and have to leave at 7:30 to get there on time. We made it at the offertory, so we listened to the sermon, went to Sunday school, but got there at 9:11. It's supposed to start at 9:30, but our teacher is perpetually 15 minutes late, so Dusty left a note on the board that we were going to get donuts. Went 10 minutes across town, got the donuts, 10 minutes back, walking across the parking lot each time, and he still wasn't there. But the donuts were awesome! We went to the 11:00 service, but just until the offertory, so we could get the entire service. Tommy and Andrea (Dusty's brother and wife) came today. Josh and Shandy (Josh and Dusty are cousins) and we had decided to go to lunch after they got out of the service, and we'd invite Tommy and Andrea to go too. Dusty and I, and our kids, went to Cracker Barrel, but the wait was an hour, called another place and it was 45 minutes, so we went to Pizza Hut, which is right next to church. We had a great lunch, although it was quite loud because of Tommy and Andrea's kid, Hudson. Whew, lack of discipline.
Dusty and I watched part of Date Night this afternoon, and then I decided to go to choir, hence my last post. Choir was really good. It's a bit overwhelming to sing with so many people, and by overwhelming I mean loud. I could hardly hear myself, but it was good. While I was at choir Dusty and the kids went to Green Acres farm (not from the TV show) with Tommy, Andrea and Hudson. The kids had a good time, but they both said that the next time they wanted me to go too. :) Nice words to hear.
We went to the evening service, got gas and got home at 8:00. Very late for the kids to start baths, but they were in bed by 8:30, so it worked out well. All in all, it was a very busy, but good day. Plus it included donuts and pizza, so what more could I want? Tomorrow I have MOPS at church (Mothers of Preschoolers), and I'm really looking forward to that. OK, so that pretty much proves that I'm incapable of summarizing. Now for bed. Not a moment too soon.
Went to the 8:00 service, but we were super late since we didn't get up until 7, and have to leave at 7:30 to get there on time. We made it at the offertory, so we listened to the sermon, went to Sunday school, but got there at 9:11. It's supposed to start at 9:30, but our teacher is perpetually 15 minutes late, so Dusty left a note on the board that we were going to get donuts. Went 10 minutes across town, got the donuts, 10 minutes back, walking across the parking lot each time, and he still wasn't there. But the donuts were awesome! We went to the 11:00 service, but just until the offertory, so we could get the entire service. Tommy and Andrea (Dusty's brother and wife) came today. Josh and Shandy (Josh and Dusty are cousins) and we had decided to go to lunch after they got out of the service, and we'd invite Tommy and Andrea to go too. Dusty and I, and our kids, went to Cracker Barrel, but the wait was an hour, called another place and it was 45 minutes, so we went to Pizza Hut, which is right next to church. We had a great lunch, although it was quite loud because of Tommy and Andrea's kid, Hudson. Whew, lack of discipline.
Dusty and I watched part of Date Night this afternoon, and then I decided to go to choir, hence my last post. Choir was really good. It's a bit overwhelming to sing with so many people, and by overwhelming I mean loud. I could hardly hear myself, but it was good. While I was at choir Dusty and the kids went to Green Acres farm (not from the TV show) with Tommy, Andrea and Hudson. The kids had a good time, but they both said that the next time they wanted me to go too. :) Nice words to hear.
We went to the evening service, got gas and got home at 8:00. Very late for the kids to start baths, but they were in bed by 8:30, so it worked out well. All in all, it was a very busy, but good day. Plus it included donuts and pizza, so what more could I want? Tomorrow I have MOPS at church (Mothers of Preschoolers), and I'm really looking forward to that. OK, so that pretty much proves that I'm incapable of summarizing. Now for bed. Not a moment too soon.
Choir
I'm strongly considering going to choir for the first time in the last many years. The only time I have been to choir (besides Union) at a church was when I was leading the music at Zion Hill in Friendship, and I stopped that when I was newly pregnant with Hannah, so around 4 years ago. I never went during college, I never went at West Jackson, and we've been at Englewood for 1 1/2 years and I've never been. It's hard to do with two little kids. I'm going to have to leave in about 20 minutes, and Dusty will have to feed and prepare the kids to come for church at 6:30. Also, he just fell asleep on the couch. Hopefully it will go smoothly and everyone gets to where they need to be on time. For now, I will be going to get ready. Wish me luck. There are a lot of people in this choir, and Travis Cottrell is the worship leader. Not that it's much different between the celebrity, Bill Smith...
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Tiiiiiired
It has been a long and busy few days. My parents were here for a couple of days, so it was great to have 2 extra pairs of hands, and 2 extra playmates.
Thursday evening we had a cook out on our fire pit grill. The kids enjoyed it, but only because they got to sit with grandma. It was nice to have a fun time with the cook out, but the flies were very annoying. The cupcakes were heaven.
We also had a yard sale yesterday morning and this morning. We made around $70. Not too bad for just a couple of hours each day. Today we went out to Dusty's grandmother's house. She's under Hospice care, and isn't expected to make it until Christmas. Yesterday was her 80th birthday, so we all got together to celebrate with her. We spent time afterward at my parents'-in-law. They've been in Texas and Alabama so long we've not gotten to see them much. It was really nice for the kids to get to play there. I am absolutely exhausted. The past few nights of sleep haven't been very stellar. So I'm going to stop blogging and go to sleep before 10:30 tonight.
Here's a quote from Better Off Ted, which is what we're watching on Netflix. "Kids. God's little awkward moment machines."
Thursday evening we had a cook out on our fire pit grill. The kids enjoyed it, but only because they got to sit with grandma. It was nice to have a fun time with the cook out, but the flies were very annoying. The cupcakes were heaven.
We also had a yard sale yesterday morning and this morning. We made around $70. Not too bad for just a couple of hours each day. Today we went out to Dusty's grandmother's house. She's under Hospice care, and isn't expected to make it until Christmas. Yesterday was her 80th birthday, so we all got together to celebrate with her. We spent time afterward at my parents'-in-law. They've been in Texas and Alabama so long we've not gotten to see them much. It was really nice for the kids to get to play there. I am absolutely exhausted. The past few nights of sleep haven't been very stellar. So I'm going to stop blogging and go to sleep before 10:30 tonight.
Here's a quote from Better Off Ted, which is what we're watching on Netflix. "Kids. God's little awkward moment machines."
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