Tonight should be a good bit of fun. We have been invited to a party at Momma C’s house. So, I will be leaving work early to go home and get into costume. J and Mom and I will be going out together for a small bit of trick or treating, and then end at Momma C’s for the evening.
I won’t tell you yet what we are dressing up as. J will be a lion. I can tell you that much because it’s been common knowledge for a while. But mom has been driving K-bug crazy by being enigmatic about her costume. It’s been great fun.
First she called up and asked if they were going to town could they please pick her up a witch hat. They said, “ooohh, you’re going to be a witch?” No. Ha Ha. Then she said she also needed a cardboard box. A really big one. But then after she and I talked some more, she decided not to use the cardboard box after all, and instead asked if they had any safety pins. Then later on she went by and borrowed a sock and a bra from K-bug. It is safe to say we have her completely baffled. And we are loving every minute of it. When we get all done I will post pictures and see who can figure it out!
Also wanted to say a great big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my Daddy. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?
Friday, October 31, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
How Great Thou Art
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Monday, October 20, 2008
My horrible Sunday night!
Man, I don’t think I’ve had a night this bad in a long time! At first all was going well. R, J and I had gone to town in the early afternoon and done some shopping at gotten lunch. Then when we got home J took a nice long nap and R and I watched a movie. We didn’t get the movie finished when T (my older son) called me to chat. We had a nice long talk, which is a rare treat. (He’s doing well, by the way.) Then J woke up in a happy and playful mood. Soon I decided it was time to start thinking about supper. But J was too hungry to wait. Or so I thought.
I heated him up some spaghetti oh’s and sat him in his chair. He had maybe six bites and was telling me he was “all done.” I tried several things to get him to eat, but he is just not eating much at all lately. Anyway, he eventually got down from his chair without having eaten very much. I left the bowl of spaghetti-oh’s on the table thinking that I would try again later, and if he didn’t eat them I would save them for another time. I got back to work on supper. I was making twice baked potatoes, steak and broccoli. J was playing happily and R was watching another movie. Right in the middle of spooning the filling back into the potatoes I hear a very wet plopping sort of sound. I turn my head and see J-man absconding with the bowl of spaghetti-oh’s, and a huge pool of tomato sauce and noodles on my dining room carpet. I ran to stop him from going any further and in trying to get away from me he waved his little arms in the air, flinging about two more huge pools of round pasta and red sauce on the floor. I grabbed him and looked up at R with a “help me” expression on my face. J had spaghetti-oh’s in his hair and on his hands and clothes. R said, “I’ll get the shop vac.” I took J to the sink and began to get him cleaned up. Of course, once he was clean all he wanted to do was go stomping through his fresh new puddles. I was restraining him and he was telling me what he thought of that in no uncertain terms.
R asked me if I knew where an extension cord was. I went down the hall and when I went to turn on the light, I accidentally flipped the wrong switch, cutting the power to the TV and DVD player, and loosing R’s place in the movie. R began to suck up spaghetti oh’s while I was holding a screaming wriggly toddler. He got about halfway done and I looked up into my living room to see that the whole house had filled with a fine dust from the shop vac. Sort of a mix of dirt and sawdust. Nice and aromatic. NOT! (cough, cough.) I got his attention and told him he was filling the house with dust. He got an annoyed expression on his face, but went ahead and sucked up the rest, then tossed the shop vac into the garage in aggravation.
I was finally able to let J go run around, and R got a rag and cleaned the tomato sauce out of the carpet, as I got back to work on supper. By this time R’s annoyance level has reached caution level. He takes the DVD out of the player and puts it away. He’s resigned to the fact that he won’t see any movie in it’s entirety tonight. He settles into his chair with a book. I put the potatoes and steaks into the oven with the broiler on.
ENTER STUPIDITY FACTOR 12!!!
A little background interjection here. J-man, in all his independent toddler-y-ness, has learned to open the oven door. He usually only does this when I am cooking, since seeing me open the door and put something inside reminds him that, hey, this is something to play with! So, for a month or two now, I have been in the habit of flipping over the latch for the self cleaning function of the stove in order to keep J from being able to open it while it’s hot. I *thought* that would engage some sort of cycle that prevented you from opening the oven again, but that had not happened the first time or two that I tried this trick, so I concluded that either it didn’t work this way, or mine was broken. Either way, for me and my little oven, using the cleaning latch was an effective toddler safety tool.
Till last night…..
My first timer went off and I pulled on the latch and it wouldn’t move. (hmmmm) Perhaps it’s stuck. (jiggle jiggle jiggle) Maybe you have to turn off the oven before it will come undone. (turn off oven. no problem.) It still won’t budge. (your steaks are burning) Try harder. Voila! The latch moves. But not all the way over. (uh oh) I move it back. But not all the way over. (crap) Push, tug, push, tug. Oven still locked. (expletive, expletive, EXPLATIVE!!!) Deep breaths. You’re going to have to get R. (I can’t do that.) You have no choice. (He’s already annoyed.) The food will be ruined. (The food hell, the OVEN is ruined!) Call R in here. You know you are not going to get this open. I think you’ve bent the lever. (do you know how stupid that is?) Yeah, but it’s even stupider not to fess up. (I’m such a moron.) It’s ok. He’ll be able to get it open and he’ll laugh at you, but it’s ok. (sigh) “Honey……can you come here please?”
And guess what? HE COULDN’T GET IT OPEN EITHER!!! He wrestled with it quite a bit and concluded that it was not going to open. Yep, I’d bent the lever. I sat on the kitchen floor in despair. He went outside for a smoke. His annoyance factor had now reached critical mass. I’m sitting on the floor crying. I’ve ruined supper. I’ve ruined my oven. OH, GOD, I’VE RUINED MY STOVE! I can’t get that food out of there. The meat is just going to rot and stink and get full of bugs. I can’t afford a new stove.
Enter sweet J-man. He comes up to me and loves on me and talks to me. I take him in the living room and change his diaper and play with him. Crying intermittently all the while. Finally, he goes off playing on his own. I set my jaw. I wipe my eyes. I am determined. I WILL wrestle the hell out of that oven. It will NOT defeat me! (after all, I can’t jack it up any more than it’s already jacked up.)
I can’t even tell you what I did. I pushed and pulled and shoved and heaved and finally to the lever to move, but the door would still not open. Eventually, and I have no idea how, I got the door open. There inside sat the most beautiful golden topped twice baked potatoes, and some nice steaks. They were not burned. I pulled them out, flipped the steaks over and put the steaks back in and turned the broiler on.
The oven door will not close all the way. At this point, I do not care. I get the steaks done and cook up some broccoli. I go and put J to bed. Then I serve up our nice romantic (choke) steak dinner. R and I sit in silence most of the way through the meal. Then he notices the oven door. He asks me why the door is open. “It won’t close because the lever can’t go all the way over from the way it’s bent. I’m going to have to take a BFH to the latch.” He just shakes his head.
Later we settle in to watch the rest of the movie we started earlier. We get through about another hour before both our eyelids are getting heavy. We go on to bed. About 45 minutes later J wakes up crying. To make that incredibly long story short, J finally fell asleep about two and a half hours later. By that time I was so wide awake that I just stayed up and finished the movie.
All in all it was NOT a good Sunday. I’m sure I’ll look back on it all and laugh…..
Someday.
I heated him up some spaghetti oh’s and sat him in his chair. He had maybe six bites and was telling me he was “all done.” I tried several things to get him to eat, but he is just not eating much at all lately. Anyway, he eventually got down from his chair without having eaten very much. I left the bowl of spaghetti-oh’s on the table thinking that I would try again later, and if he didn’t eat them I would save them for another time. I got back to work on supper. I was making twice baked potatoes, steak and broccoli. J was playing happily and R was watching another movie. Right in the middle of spooning the filling back into the potatoes I hear a very wet plopping sort of sound. I turn my head and see J-man absconding with the bowl of spaghetti-oh’s, and a huge pool of tomato sauce and noodles on my dining room carpet. I ran to stop him from going any further and in trying to get away from me he waved his little arms in the air, flinging about two more huge pools of round pasta and red sauce on the floor. I grabbed him and looked up at R with a “help me” expression on my face. J had spaghetti-oh’s in his hair and on his hands and clothes. R said, “I’ll get the shop vac.” I took J to the sink and began to get him cleaned up. Of course, once he was clean all he wanted to do was go stomping through his fresh new puddles. I was restraining him and he was telling me what he thought of that in no uncertain terms.
R asked me if I knew where an extension cord was. I went down the hall and when I went to turn on the light, I accidentally flipped the wrong switch, cutting the power to the TV and DVD player, and loosing R’s place in the movie. R began to suck up spaghetti oh’s while I was holding a screaming wriggly toddler. He got about halfway done and I looked up into my living room to see that the whole house had filled with a fine dust from the shop vac. Sort of a mix of dirt and sawdust. Nice and aromatic. NOT! (cough, cough.) I got his attention and told him he was filling the house with dust. He got an annoyed expression on his face, but went ahead and sucked up the rest, then tossed the shop vac into the garage in aggravation.
I was finally able to let J go run around, and R got a rag and cleaned the tomato sauce out of the carpet, as I got back to work on supper. By this time R’s annoyance level has reached caution level. He takes the DVD out of the player and puts it away. He’s resigned to the fact that he won’t see any movie in it’s entirety tonight. He settles into his chair with a book. I put the potatoes and steaks into the oven with the broiler on.
ENTER STUPIDITY FACTOR 12!!!
A little background interjection here. J-man, in all his independent toddler-y-ness, has learned to open the oven door. He usually only does this when I am cooking, since seeing me open the door and put something inside reminds him that, hey, this is something to play with! So, for a month or two now, I have been in the habit of flipping over the latch for the self cleaning function of the stove in order to keep J from being able to open it while it’s hot. I *thought* that would engage some sort of cycle that prevented you from opening the oven again, but that had not happened the first time or two that I tried this trick, so I concluded that either it didn’t work this way, or mine was broken. Either way, for me and my little oven, using the cleaning latch was an effective toddler safety tool.
Till last night…..
My first timer went off and I pulled on the latch and it wouldn’t move. (hmmmm) Perhaps it’s stuck. (jiggle jiggle jiggle) Maybe you have to turn off the oven before it will come undone. (turn off oven. no problem.) It still won’t budge. (your steaks are burning) Try harder. Voila! The latch moves. But not all the way over. (uh oh) I move it back. But not all the way over. (crap) Push, tug, push, tug. Oven still locked. (expletive, expletive, EXPLATIVE!!!) Deep breaths. You’re going to have to get R. (I can’t do that.) You have no choice. (He’s already annoyed.) The food will be ruined. (The food hell, the OVEN is ruined!) Call R in here. You know you are not going to get this open. I think you’ve bent the lever. (do you know how stupid that is?) Yeah, but it’s even stupider not to fess up. (I’m such a moron.) It’s ok. He’ll be able to get it open and he’ll laugh at you, but it’s ok. (sigh) “Honey……can you come here please?”
And guess what? HE COULDN’T GET IT OPEN EITHER!!! He wrestled with it quite a bit and concluded that it was not going to open. Yep, I’d bent the lever. I sat on the kitchen floor in despair. He went outside for a smoke. His annoyance factor had now reached critical mass. I’m sitting on the floor crying. I’ve ruined supper. I’ve ruined my oven. OH, GOD, I’VE RUINED MY STOVE! I can’t get that food out of there. The meat is just going to rot and stink and get full of bugs. I can’t afford a new stove.
Enter sweet J-man. He comes up to me and loves on me and talks to me. I take him in the living room and change his diaper and play with him. Crying intermittently all the while. Finally, he goes off playing on his own. I set my jaw. I wipe my eyes. I am determined. I WILL wrestle the hell out of that oven. It will NOT defeat me! (after all, I can’t jack it up any more than it’s already jacked up.)
I can’t even tell you what I did. I pushed and pulled and shoved and heaved and finally to the lever to move, but the door would still not open. Eventually, and I have no idea how, I got the door open. There inside sat the most beautiful golden topped twice baked potatoes, and some nice steaks. They were not burned. I pulled them out, flipped the steaks over and put the steaks back in and turned the broiler on.
The oven door will not close all the way. At this point, I do not care. I get the steaks done and cook up some broccoli. I go and put J to bed. Then I serve up our nice romantic (choke) steak dinner. R and I sit in silence most of the way through the meal. Then he notices the oven door. He asks me why the door is open. “It won’t close because the lever can’t go all the way over from the way it’s bent. I’m going to have to take a BFH to the latch.” He just shakes his head.
Later we settle in to watch the rest of the movie we started earlier. We get through about another hour before both our eyelids are getting heavy. We go on to bed. About 45 minutes later J wakes up crying. To make that incredibly long story short, J finally fell asleep about two and a half hours later. By that time I was so wide awake that I just stayed up and finished the movie.
All in all it was NOT a good Sunday. I’m sure I’ll look back on it all and laugh…..
Someday.
So long, Grandpa M......
This weekend, on Saturday October 18, 2008, my last remaining grandpa passed away. He went quickly and easily, which was a blessing. He’d had emphysema for some time, and we knew there wasn’t a lot of time left, but we certainly had no idea that the end was this close. He passed away at home, and did not struggle. We are thankful for that. I will try to get a picture up here in the next day or two.
Grandpa M became my Grandpa in November of 1996, when his daughter married my dad. He and Grandma welcomed me into the family wholeheartedly, and have never treated me any differently than the grandkids they knew from birth. Grandpa was a classic ornery old man, and always entertaining. He loved to play games and tell jokes and act silly. I will miss him very much.
I moved back “home” in May of 06. We lost my Grandpa W that June. Grandpa C left us in March of this year, followed by Grandpa G in April. Now, in October, Grandpa M has gone, and I now have no living grandpas. I am trying not to dwell on that unpleasant thought, and instead to remember how very blessed I have been to have four wonderful grandpas in my life for as long as I did. Not many people can say that. So, since I moved back here just 30 months ago, this will be my sixth funeral of a family member, and the fourth one this year. Each time I have said “I am done” with funerals. I can’t handle anymore. I hope this time God is listening, because I’m not sure I could take loosing anyone else.
Grandpa M became my Grandpa in November of 1996, when his daughter married my dad. He and Grandma welcomed me into the family wholeheartedly, and have never treated me any differently than the grandkids they knew from birth. Grandpa was a classic ornery old man, and always entertaining. He loved to play games and tell jokes and act silly. I will miss him very much.
I moved back “home” in May of 06. We lost my Grandpa W that June. Grandpa C left us in March of this year, followed by Grandpa G in April. Now, in October, Grandpa M has gone, and I now have no living grandpas. I am trying not to dwell on that unpleasant thought, and instead to remember how very blessed I have been to have four wonderful grandpas in my life for as long as I did. Not many people can say that. So, since I moved back here just 30 months ago, this will be my sixth funeral of a family member, and the fourth one this year. Each time I have said “I am done” with funerals. I can’t handle anymore. I hope this time God is listening, because I’m not sure I could take loosing anyone else.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The Big Sale, part 3....The Final Count
At long last, here is the final post from the Bella Benifit sale. It was a long and tiring weekend, but it was a good kind of tired, as we knew what we were doing this for!
Preparing the yard and loading up the trailers the day before.
Cooking more chili.
Grams was our babysitter for the weekend, and helped out with the cooking too. Couldn't have gotten this done without her to care for the J-man! Thank you, Grams!
Momma C holding down the money box. Man, was it ever windy that day!
This was the table of food. Bake sale and chili feed. The large picture of B there drew a lot of attention. After looking at her sweet face and hearing her story, one very sweet older man paid $20 for a pan of brownies!
We put up signs saying that the proceeds for all the baby stuff went to Bella. Unfortunately, we didn't sell much of it. I think the extreem wind kept the people with babies at home. We'll try again later, though.
Preparing the yard and loading up the trailers the day before.
Cooking more chili.Grams was our babysitter for the weekend, and helped out with the cooking too. Couldn't have gotten this done without her to care for the J-man! Thank you, Grams!
Momma C holding down the money box. Man, was it ever windy that day!
This was the table of food. Bake sale and chili feed. The large picture of B there drew a lot of attention. After looking at her sweet face and hearing her story, one very sweet older man paid $20 for a pan of brownies! 
We put up signs saying that the proceeds for all the baby stuff went to Bella. Unfortunately, we didn't sell much of it. I think the extreem wind kept the people with babies at home. We'll try again later, though.
All together we made about $270 for Bella. Not near what we had hoped, but very good considering the weather we ended up with. We are now moving on with plans for a soup supper in the community center in November. Pray for a good turnout!
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Big Sale, part 2
Here are just SOME of the cinnamon rolls mom made this morning for the bake sale. Don't they look just delicious? The house smelled WONDERFUL when I got here today!
Here is a picture of the poster we had made for our display at the sale. Bella is just soooo beautiful! We all keep kissing her picture! I colored her name pink, and then covered it in pink glitter, so it really pops! doesn't show up as well in the photo, but it looks great in person.
Today has been busy also. J and I got up this morning and took a bath together. It is most interesting trying to get this done alone, since R went over the road and is not home much anymore. Then we stopped in at the Kwik Shop, where the ladies fawned over J as usual. They just love to spoil him there, and he eats it up and flirts up a storm. Then it was back over to mom's house to work on the sale some more. After J laid down for his nap, I went back to the Kwik Shop for drinks and then stopped in to see my old buddy Sav, who was my high school history teacher. We had a nice long chat. He is just the coolest guy. I told him about Bella and about our sale and he went to the back of his shop and got out a little decorative wood wheelbarrow with hearts for the sides. He donated it to the Bella sale. Just such a great guy.
As soon as I got back to mom's we got a call from Uncle P. He needed me to run him down main street for an errand. So we went and did that, and had quite a nice chat along the way. I really love my uncle P, and value his insight. He's awesome. Can't begin to tell you what it means to me to have them back living near us again! Background: The McC's are a family that have been friends with my family since I was about J's age or so. My nicknames for them are Uncle P and Momma C. Thier oldest daughter grew up with me in her daily life for the first four years and always called me "Sissy," so I call her my little sister. Thier younger daughter came along after I was grown and we didn't live near each other anymore, so the "Sissy" thing didn't catch on with her. But several years ago she asked her parents to make me her god-mother. So, all in one family I have a mom, an uncle, a sister and a god-daughter. Sounds like we come from Arkansas, but I promise it's not like that!
So then we all had lunch together and I went outside to sort and price some items for the sale. We have borrowed two large hay trailers for the sale, and I have about half of one priced and arranged. Lots of work to go, and more baking and cooking. But we will get it done. I'll be pretty busy tomorrow, but I'll try to post againg tomorrow night or Sunday and let you know how it went, and post some pictures. Me and J and Grams are having a sleepover with Mom tonight. I am really looking forward to that.
Wish us luck! Thanks for keeping up with me!
Here is a picture of the poster we had made for our display at the sale. Bella is just soooo beautiful! We all keep kissing her picture! I colored her name pink, and then covered it in pink glitter, so it really pops! doesn't show up as well in the photo, but it looks great in person.
Today has been busy also. J and I got up this morning and took a bath together. It is most interesting trying to get this done alone, since R went over the road and is not home much anymore. Then we stopped in at the Kwik Shop, where the ladies fawned over J as usual. They just love to spoil him there, and he eats it up and flirts up a storm. Then it was back over to mom's house to work on the sale some more. After J laid down for his nap, I went back to the Kwik Shop for drinks and then stopped in to see my old buddy Sav, who was my high school history teacher. We had a nice long chat. He is just the coolest guy. I told him about Bella and about our sale and he went to the back of his shop and got out a little decorative wood wheelbarrow with hearts for the sides. He donated it to the Bella sale. Just such a great guy.
As soon as I got back to mom's we got a call from Uncle P. He needed me to run him down main street for an errand. So we went and did that, and had quite a nice chat along the way. I really love my uncle P, and value his insight. He's awesome. Can't begin to tell you what it means to me to have them back living near us again! Background: The McC's are a family that have been friends with my family since I was about J's age or so. My nicknames for them are Uncle P and Momma C. Thier oldest daughter grew up with me in her daily life for the first four years and always called me "Sissy," so I call her my little sister. Thier younger daughter came along after I was grown and we didn't live near each other anymore, so the "Sissy" thing didn't catch on with her. But several years ago she asked her parents to make me her god-mother. So, all in one family I have a mom, an uncle, a sister and a god-daughter. Sounds like we come from Arkansas, but I promise it's not like that!
So then we all had lunch together and I went outside to sort and price some items for the sale. We have borrowed two large hay trailers for the sale, and I have about half of one priced and arranged. Lots of work to go, and more baking and cooking. But we will get it done. I'll be pretty busy tomorrow, but I'll try to post againg tomorrow night or Sunday and let you know how it went, and post some pictures. Me and J and Grams are having a sleepover with Mom tonight. I am really looking forward to that.
Wish us luck! Thanks for keeping up with me!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
The Big Sale, part 1
So, for those of you that don't already know, we are having a sale this Saturday. Our whole town is doing city wide garage sales. At first we just thought we'd have a regular sale. But the more we thought about it, the more the ideas grew and grew. Now we are having a multi-family yard sale, a bake sale, and a chili feed. All the proceeds from baby items and food items is going to Bella's family for their expenses related to Bella's treatment.
I took today and tomorrow off work so that I could help my mom get ready for the sale. We are having it at my mom's house, as she has a better location for it. This morning Momma C came over to keep J-man while mom and I went over to Grams' house to load up some of her stuff for the sale. We got a Durrango full and a Jeep full! Then when we got home, Grams kept J-man while mom and I unloaded the vehicles and mom and dad went to pick up the trailers we are borrowing for the sale. We did a lot of lifting and shoving and cleaning.
Tonight will be full of sorting and pricing. Mom and Dad went back to Grams' to get some more stuff in the pickup. Tomorrow will be more sorting, pricing, setting up, and cooking!! The whole house will be smelling like cinnamon rolls all day, YUMMM!!! Tomorrow night me and J and Grams will be spending the night with Mom. I imagine Mom and I will be up most of the night getting the last of things done. That's how she and I both tend to be, and when we are together it compounds the effect. We always say we do our best work under pressure. But Dad and R just say we procrastinate. They are pessimists. Don't listen to them!
I promise to take lots of pictures throughout the process to share with you. I hope we have a great turnout. I made up some brochures about Bella and Hurlers with lots of information and suggestions of what people can do to help. There is a picture of Bella on the front and she is just so adorable. That girl just melts my heart into a pool of goo! Yeah, I know. Nice visual.
Well, I hear my baby boy waking from his nap, so it is time for me to head on home and keep working. I'm going to have to go back to work Monday just to get some rest! But it's all more than worth it. So I will see you all later. Thanks for taking a peek into my little world.
I took today and tomorrow off work so that I could help my mom get ready for the sale. We are having it at my mom's house, as she has a better location for it. This morning Momma C came over to keep J-man while mom and I went over to Grams' house to load up some of her stuff for the sale. We got a Durrango full and a Jeep full! Then when we got home, Grams kept J-man while mom and I unloaded the vehicles and mom and dad went to pick up the trailers we are borrowing for the sale. We did a lot of lifting and shoving and cleaning.
Tonight will be full of sorting and pricing. Mom and Dad went back to Grams' to get some more stuff in the pickup. Tomorrow will be more sorting, pricing, setting up, and cooking!! The whole house will be smelling like cinnamon rolls all day, YUMMM!!! Tomorrow night me and J and Grams will be spending the night with Mom. I imagine Mom and I will be up most of the night getting the last of things done. That's how she and I both tend to be, and when we are together it compounds the effect. We always say we do our best work under pressure. But Dad and R just say we procrastinate. They are pessimists. Don't listen to them!
I promise to take lots of pictures throughout the process to share with you. I hope we have a great turnout. I made up some brochures about Bella and Hurlers with lots of information and suggestions of what people can do to help. There is a picture of Bella on the front and she is just so adorable. That girl just melts my heart into a pool of goo! Yeah, I know. Nice visual.
Well, I hear my baby boy waking from his nap, so it is time for me to head on home and keep working. I'm going to have to go back to work Monday just to get some rest! But it's all more than worth it. So I will see you all later. Thanks for taking a peek into my little world.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Bad Mommy, No Big Mac!
Last night I had to take J to town after I got off work. We had some errands we had to run. So, after buzzing through the first store, I went through the drive through to get us some quick supper. My intention was to drive across the street to the WalMart parking lot and eat in the car over there, where it is more lit up and secure. Well, guess what? At the tender age of just 18 months, my darling son already knows what a drive through is!!! I was shocked at this revelation, as we honestly don’t go there much. But the instant I pulled away from the “second window” he was whining and begging for “more” (this is his generic way of asking for food and drink). I think if the WalMart had been any farther he would have ended up in full fit mode! So, it is official, I’m a bad mommy. Ha Ha. Can’t believe my poor baby already knows about drive through fast food! By the way, he ate about 3/4 of a double cheeseburger!
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