Due Nov. 23
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
An Exciting Evening to a 3 Year Old
Ikea and a hot dog.
That's it. Sage is so excited that we are having a family date to Ikea and he gets to eat a hot dog.
We are so lame.
But I am looking forward to the hot dog.
That's it. Sage is so excited that we are having a family date to Ikea and he gets to eat a hot dog.
We are so lame.
But I am looking forward to the hot dog.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Confessions and Random Thoughts
The Cadbury eggs did not make it into the Spring Baskets as planned.
I do not like my hair cut. I have been trying for 2 weeks now and keeping a good attitude and yesterday, I realized, I just don't like it. The main thing that I don't like is the layers. They are all long layers and they must be styled. They must be straightened and flipped under or they must be curled. And, I don't like the way it looks either way. The bangs, I am still not sure about. They look okay, but they kind of make me look like a 12 year old girl who tried to cut bangs herself. I keep chanting, it will grow, it will grow.
I think I want to cut it all one length to the shortest layer. Drew is against this.
I am attempting to fill out a preschool application that is 6 pages long and asks to describe your child as objectively as possible and to describe why I want him to attend this preschool.
When I fill out why I want him to attend, I can't help but think, I don't! I want him home with me.
Sage wants to go to preschool.
I kind of want him to go to preschool.
He's napping right now, so I want him to stay home!
How do you objectively describe your child? He's perfect, he's smart, he's eager to learn, he has a soft heart, he is learning to be a good friend and brother.
I go back and forth between wanting to home school or not.
Then I try to teach him to write letters.
And I want to send him to preschool.
I am excited to move.
These are going to be the hardest weeks of all of Drew's school career.
We have already started getting rid of stuff.
Okay, so Drew did. He listed stuff on Craigslist. And it was sold within 2 days.
Except our washer.
Anyone know of anyone who wants a little washer that hooks up to the kitchen sink?
I kind of don't want to use cloth diapers anymore.
Kolby's poo has been especially tarish lately.
Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs are so yummy.
They did make it in the basket, barely.
I do not like my hair cut. I have been trying for 2 weeks now and keeping a good attitude and yesterday, I realized, I just don't like it. The main thing that I don't like is the layers. They are all long layers and they must be styled. They must be straightened and flipped under or they must be curled. And, I don't like the way it looks either way. The bangs, I am still not sure about. They look okay, but they kind of make me look like a 12 year old girl who tried to cut bangs herself. I keep chanting, it will grow, it will grow.
I think I want to cut it all one length to the shortest layer. Drew is against this.
I am attempting to fill out a preschool application that is 6 pages long and asks to describe your child as objectively as possible and to describe why I want him to attend this preschool.
When I fill out why I want him to attend, I can't help but think, I don't! I want him home with me.
Sage wants to go to preschool.
I kind of want him to go to preschool.
He's napping right now, so I want him to stay home!
How do you objectively describe your child? He's perfect, he's smart, he's eager to learn, he has a soft heart, he is learning to be a good friend and brother.
I go back and forth between wanting to home school or not.
Then I try to teach him to write letters.
And I want to send him to preschool.
I am excited to move.
These are going to be the hardest weeks of all of Drew's school career.
We have already started getting rid of stuff.
Okay, so Drew did. He listed stuff on Craigslist. And it was sold within 2 days.
Except our washer.
Anyone know of anyone who wants a little washer that hooks up to the kitchen sink?
I kind of don't want to use cloth diapers anymore.
Kolby's poo has been especially tarish lately.
Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs are so yummy.
They did make it in the basket, barely.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Special Night
Drew took Sage on a Special Night tonight. Sage's pick. McDonalds with a play place. Ronald loves to hear that.
Drew asked Sage "What can I do to be a better dad?"
Sage answers, "You can play with my cars with me. And drive me to Cubbies."
Drew, a little bit taken aback, laughs a little.
To which Sage replies, "I'm being silly aren't I?"
Isn't it amazing how much of an impact we have on our kids? All day, every day, I spend with them, and I wonder what impacts them? Do they remember that I pray before we eat? Do they notice if I don't read my Bible at the breakfast table? Do they notice if I spend more time on the computer than I do with them?
Sometimes, I think I am failing miserably. I spend too much time reading blogs, searching for new blogs to read, or browsing stores.
I used to have a rule, no internet when the kids are awake. I think I need to go back to that rule. I know I need to go back to that rule.
I don't want to realize as I am dropping them off at college that I missed their little years reading about other kids' little years.
Drew's going to start driving us to Cubbies too.
Drew asked Sage "What can I do to be a better dad?"
Sage answers, "You can play with my cars with me. And drive me to Cubbies."
Drew, a little bit taken aback, laughs a little.
To which Sage replies, "I'm being silly aren't I?"
Isn't it amazing how much of an impact we have on our kids? All day, every day, I spend with them, and I wonder what impacts them? Do they remember that I pray before we eat? Do they notice if I don't read my Bible at the breakfast table? Do they notice if I spend more time on the computer than I do with them?
Sometimes, I think I am failing miserably. I spend too much time reading blogs, searching for new blogs to read, or browsing stores.
I used to have a rule, no internet when the kids are awake. I think I need to go back to that rule. I know I need to go back to that rule.
I don't want to realize as I am dropping them off at college that I missed their little years reading about other kids' little years.
Drew's going to start driving us to Cubbies too.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Sickies
My mom watched our boys while we were searching for a house. This is the third time this year that she has traveled, stayed in our home and unfamiliar city and taken care of our boys. This is the first time that she ventured out in the city in the car!
What can I say, she is my mom, so I trust her completely. The first time, was for our anniversary trip in May, the second was for a quick weekend trip for us to check out a job possibility and the third was the longest, almost a week, Monday morning before the kids woke up to Saturday night after the kids went to bed.
The first trip, my mom got sick the first half of the stay, so the boys watched a lot of dvds, just like they would if I were sick. The second trip, the boys got colds, so the watched a lot of dvds, but nothing serious, just the laying around variety of a cold. The third trip, Kolby got sick.
On Thursday, mom told me he was coughing a little, but it didn't seem to be a big deal. On Friday, mom called and said he was coughing, raspy and wheezy and had been up in the night. I told her to go ahead and give him a breathing treatment and he probably had an ear infection. She decided to call the pediatrician and take him. Like a good mom, I had left her google directions to the pediatricians office. And then to Target to get prescriptions, thinking that if I left them, surely, she wouldn't need them. They gave Kolby another treatment at the office, less than 3 hours after his first, sent her on her way with prescriptions for anti-biotics and more nebulizer treatments. I had discontinued his daily nebulizer because he was doing so well, apparently, I should not have done that. The instructions they gave her were for every 3 hours, around the clock. So, Friday night, like he is a newborn, Kolby wakes up every 3 hours for a breathing treatment and then from 1 am to 5 am "were not good" according to mom. She calls the ped. in the morning who wants her to bring him in to check his oxygen levels and such. So, she's tired, Kolby's sick and Sage feels slightly left out. She tells Sage that they have to take Kolby to the doctor again. He looks at Kolby and tells him that he ruined all the plans. Kolby burst into tears. Mom tells Sage that wasn't nice, he didn't mean to get sick, Sage burst into tears and I think I called about 10 minutes after that.
His levels were fine, she just needed to continue every 3 hours.
We are at every 4 hours, which means I am still getting up once a night around 3 to give him a treatment. Last night, Kolby and I were both wide awake while he took his treatment. Then, when I thought he was asleep, I heard some banging noises. I go to check on him and he is snoring away. It must have been his shoes hitting his crib bars.
Yesterday, we were driving home from the grocery store and Sage was telling me how Grandma pretended to be his mom last week because she took care of him. I asked if she did a good job, to which he replied, "Yeah, except, she goofed on the roads and she said Oh shoot, Oh shoot." He kept saying "Oh shoot. Oh shoot."
I'm still hearing little stories about Grandma!
What can I say, she is my mom, so I trust her completely. The first time, was for our anniversary trip in May, the second was for a quick weekend trip for us to check out a job possibility and the third was the longest, almost a week, Monday morning before the kids woke up to Saturday night after the kids went to bed.
The first trip, my mom got sick the first half of the stay, so the boys watched a lot of dvds, just like they would if I were sick. The second trip, the boys got colds, so the watched a lot of dvds, but nothing serious, just the laying around variety of a cold. The third trip, Kolby got sick.
On Thursday, mom told me he was coughing a little, but it didn't seem to be a big deal. On Friday, mom called and said he was coughing, raspy and wheezy and had been up in the night. I told her to go ahead and give him a breathing treatment and he probably had an ear infection. She decided to call the pediatrician and take him. Like a good mom, I had left her google directions to the pediatricians office. And then to Target to get prescriptions, thinking that if I left them, surely, she wouldn't need them. They gave Kolby another treatment at the office, less than 3 hours after his first, sent her on her way with prescriptions for anti-biotics and more nebulizer treatments. I had discontinued his daily nebulizer because he was doing so well, apparently, I should not have done that. The instructions they gave her were for every 3 hours, around the clock. So, Friday night, like he is a newborn, Kolby wakes up every 3 hours for a breathing treatment and then from 1 am to 5 am "were not good" according to mom. She calls the ped. in the morning who wants her to bring him in to check his oxygen levels and such. So, she's tired, Kolby's sick and Sage feels slightly left out. She tells Sage that they have to take Kolby to the doctor again. He looks at Kolby and tells him that he ruined all the plans. Kolby burst into tears. Mom tells Sage that wasn't nice, he didn't mean to get sick, Sage burst into tears and I think I called about 10 minutes after that.
His levels were fine, she just needed to continue every 3 hours.
We are at every 4 hours, which means I am still getting up once a night around 3 to give him a treatment. Last night, Kolby and I were both wide awake while he took his treatment. Then, when I thought he was asleep, I heard some banging noises. I go to check on him and he is snoring away. It must have been his shoes hitting his crib bars.
Yesterday, we were driving home from the grocery store and Sage was telling me how Grandma pretended to be his mom last week because she took care of him. I asked if she did a good job, to which he replied, "Yeah, except, she goofed on the roads and she said Oh shoot, Oh shoot." He kept saying "Oh shoot. Oh shoot."
I'm still hearing little stories about Grandma!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
A Not So Surprising Announcement
We bought a house! A townhome, really. It will be the first place we have ever lived that we own. How exciting. We are committing to living there 3 - 7 years. It is such a great location to downtown and almost everything that we need to do. And it is in a great school district.
Life will be changing again with such a big move, to a different city, a different part of the country, adjustments will be made to weather, townhome living, Texas living. But we are excited! The next few months will be filled with packing, cleaning out and daily life.
Tomorrow, the story of how my mom survived watching my boys!
Life will be changing again with such a big move, to a different city, a different part of the country, adjustments will be made to weather, townhome living, Texas living. But we are excited! The next few months will be filled with packing, cleaning out and daily life.
Tomorrow, the story of how my mom survived watching my boys!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
House Hunting
Tiring
Stressful
Tiring
Stressful
Tiring
Stressful
Eating Lots of yummy Mexican food
Not so great on the digestive
I miss my boys
I feel on the verge of tears a lot during the day
And I am never sure why
Tiring
Stressful
Stressful
Tiring
Stressful
Tiring
Stressful
Eating Lots of yummy Mexican food
Not so great on the digestive
I miss my boys
I feel on the verge of tears a lot during the day
And I am never sure why
Tiring
Stressful
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Ode to the Cheeks
These Cheeks
Squishy
Kissable
Can't stop kissing
Everytime I pick you up
Your cheeks I must kiss
Not just one
Can satisfy
I must kiss
And squish my lips to your cheek
I compare your cheeks to the clouds
Soft
Bouncy
Beautiful
Big
Pink
I kiss one side
You point to the other
As if to say
"Don't leave my other cheek out"
Melt my heart
You throw a fit
I pick you up
Cannot resist the URGE
To Kiss Your Cheeks!
Strangers comment
Women resist the natural, obvious desire
To pinch
To kiss
To stroke
To squeeze
The soft, squishy skin
I eat them up
I can't get enough
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