Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Day of Giving of the Thanks

We had a wonderful day full of family and food (aside from the hour long screaming session in the car which was a little short of awesome). Beckett's actually been a real trouper on his second big airplane trip topped off with lots of extra time in the car. We are so thankful for our little world traveler.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Most emparrassing

So sorry everyone for not writing in many moons (everyone, like I have an audience or something). In celebration of my momentous return I have a story. Regretfully, it's a true one. For those of you who were present for the event, I may not be able to look you in the eye in the future. Don't take it personally. Those of you where were not present continue reading at your own risk. This story might require you to take me off of the high pedestal that I'm sure you've had me on for some time now. In fact you may want to just skip down to the the super cute pictures of Beckett. I hoping that maybe you will. But probably you won't.

So the day began as any other normal day except that Beckett had an ear infection and was exhibiting a larger than normal amount of fussiness. He stayed home from Mother's Day Out with a fever, meaning I was not going to get much work done that day. So the day was spent juggling the B, work, a very small amount of house cleaning and preparation for that evening's Girls Small Group. For our girls group we have been watching a video series by Priscilla Shirer on hearing from God. So I had been previewing the session, thinking over some discussion questions, and praying over our evening. I was feeling confident and looking forward to the evening. Kevin would be babysitting for a couple hours so I could head to group so I deftly whipped up a frozen pizza and inhaled a piece or two on the walk over to my neighbor's. Mistake #1.

Ok so you still have time to skip ahead and just look at the pictures. Please. Ok fine then don't.

So I arrive at my neighbors house ready to get started. She had so kindly baked a cheese cake for us, which is super because without yummy snacks I'm pretty sure no one would show up. It was delicious. I gobbled it up and topped it off with the rest of my diet coke. Mistake #2

A few girls trickled in, and we chatted for a bit before we got started with the video. My neighbor had us all set up and ready to go (I'm always impressed when women know how to work the DVD player remote. I have just recently had victory in this area of my life.) So the session is supposed to last about 20 min or so. I'm listening trying to see if I missed anything from my previous viewing, wondering what the other girls are thinking and what is speaking to them. Not too far into the session, though, I start to feel a little uncomfortable. It's my stomach. It has thought of a funny joke to play on me in retribution for stuffing down too much junk.

Yes I begin to have a bit of gas. Just a bit. I'm easily able to contain most of it and still concentrate on the video. Over the years I've learned the same tricks I'm sure every other girl with similar trouble has. The crossing and uncrossing of the legs. The tensing of the buttocks. Shuffling noises to cover up the other noises. These were all sufficient for now. I was fairly sure no one was aware of my "discomfort." So I waited it out hoping it would pass. (pun not intended. ok maybe just a little) Mistake #3

Three strikes you're out. The video has finished and I'm on. Its the dreaded discussion time. Everyone is looking at me hoping I will not leave us all sitting too long in awkward silence. And I'm hoping the same about them. Please tell us your deepest thoughts and feelings about this video that you've just seen and only had minutes to process so I won't have come up with something to fill the silence. It wasn't going really great. The confidence and excitement from earlier in the day about the topic were quickly waning. They just didn't seem as inspired as I had imagined they would be. To make matters worse, my tricks were beginning to fail me. One of those fun facts that they never tell you about birthing babies. It changes stuff. Things just don't work the same. That's all I'm going to say.

So right about the time I jump in to fill the silence and attempt to communicate my earlier passion, the gas escapes. There's nothing I can do. Not once. Not twice. But three times. It's loud. It's gross. It's impossible to ignore. But the show must go on so I just try to talk over it. Louder to try to distract from the noise. A hopeless cause. I'm pretty sure the next few sentences were completely unintelligible. I was so embarrassed I couldn't think. You can imagine. I'm sure everyone else was so embarrassed they couldn't listen. But what else could I do. So I limped along for another 10 minutes or so trying to inspire these ladies to worship and freedom. What a laugh. I closed us with a rambling prayer that included about 25 "um"s. We chatted for a minute or two and then I pretty much ran the whole way home (like a block. don't be impressed).  All I could think was no way that just happened. Kevin tried to comfort me after he stopped laughing, but somehow it didn't seem to help. I'm sure I'll be able to move on with time, but for now I felt that my first step on the road to recovery was to to let it all out. to get it all out in the open. to clear the air. sorry. I'm shameless.

So the moral of the story is...never lead a small group discussion after stuffing your face 15 minutes before or... never lead a small group discussion unless you've taken your gasx... or after birthing a baby do your kegels.

On another note...Here's my sweet Beckett

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

In Celebration of Jamie


This past weekend B and I raced for the cure in Little Rock. The past several years I have gone as part of the River Valley Therapy team.

We usually go down the night before, eat somewhere fun Friday night, stay in a hotel and brave the crazy crowds on Saturday to support the cure. This year the babies came along, too, Maddie, Chase and Beckett.

 Beckett did great, other than a slight melt down at the restaurant.

Apparently babies don't love hibachi! All three babies totally freaked when they lit the table on fire and it was a little too much loud banging too late at night for B. But he slept ok at the hotel and early the next morning we bundled up and headed into the masses. B loved it so much he slept through the whole thing. Well, he did wake up every time we passed the revving motorcycles. It was a fun little mommy and me adventure.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Color of the Day: Pinkish Orange

So yesterday I decided to take B to the doctor to make sure he didn't have an ear infection cause after a couple weeks of having a cold he was still pretty stopped up and not sleeping and eating quite as well as usual. I was fully prepared for embarassment when the doctor told me he was perfectly fine and not to be afraid of a little snot, but turns out mom knows best (at least this time). Double ear infection. So we're going pink again thanks to the lovely antibiotic and the lovely mess it makes. Yay for pink drool.
Also in the news today, B loves sweet potatoes. But really who doesn't?? We've been eating cereal for about a month now ("eating" is pushing it. more like "sneaking it in when he's not looking") but lately he's been very tight lipped about the whole thing. I've tried all the airplane noises, flying spoon tricks, and seminars on how to open the mouth to no avail. So I was thinking of laying off the cereal for a bit cause "maybe he's just not ready" but decided with the suggestion of a friend to try another food just to see how it went. Well it went. Went everywhere. He loves the stuff, and he also likes the oatmeal much better than the rice cereal. So I guess I was really the only one who was not ready for the next big stage. Here's some picks from our first day of "real food". 


Thursday, September 24, 2009

Mess

Sorry for the changes. I'm spending hours trying to find the perfect blog design, so until then you'll have to excuse the mess. If you would like to give your two cents feel free to leave a comment.

Today I went Traveling


After dining at the new Oak Tree Bistro with friends, I was in line to order my coffee drink and lo and behold - Bubble Tea on the menu. Nia Cha is one of those foods I have a weird emotional connection to. I like dill pickles because my dad likes dill pickles, and I of course like my dad. I like pumpernickel bread because it reminds me of trips to grandpa's log cabin by the lake. I hate hominy because one night as a kid my parents made me sit till I ate it. I gagged. I drink Milk Tea because amazingly enough it transports me from wherever I am to Taipei - to the condo I stayed in, to the subway we rode on, to the night market's smells, to streets lined with thousands of scooters, to the universities and friends we made there, to the karaoke hotels, to the misty mountains and tropical hiking. I miss that place. So today I went back just for a few minutes. Then I sneezed and had to come back. I'm getting over a cold.

  Here's more information than you ever wanted to know about Bubble tea: http://www.coffeeandvanilla.com/?p=2696

Monday, September 21, 2009

Project Runway Here I Come

Who needs Vera Weng when you have a Melissa Rogers original (original as in originally it was a pattern I bought at the store). Although I doubt Vera has to call her mom to come sew on all her zippers. Oh well. It didn't fall apart at the wedding so that's all that really matters.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Sorry for the week without posts. In a nutshell we...
drove many many hours in the car, saw our wonderful family, introduced B to his great grandpa, B learned to roll over, drove many more hours in the car, got home and crashed, worked, thought about cleaning the trashed house but didn't, went to school board debate (girlfriend from church is campaigning), sewed frantically on dress for Nate's wedding (couldn't find required red dress), worked, searched all of Russellville for the perfect necklace (apparently all red apparel has been discontinued), bought B socks instead, finished dress at 1am night before, up at 7 for running (and walking) group, more shopping for necklace, hung with more wonderful family before wedding, oh no running late, headed to wedding, left only red necklace left in universe on kitchen counter, wedding wonderful wedding, party party, to bed way too late, hung with wonderful family again, lunch and shopping with friends, financial class, stayed up way too late reading Harry Potter, sleep blessed sleep. Some kinda crazy week.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Running

Guys, running makes you tired. Before you decide to get into it, just know that I warned you. Your legs will be sore, your butt will be sore (mine mostly from jiggling), and you will just want to sleep at the end of the day. Which is convenient since that's typically what you do at the end of the day. I know all of this because I'm really tired and I've only been walking:)

Monday, August 31, 2009

Top 10 Things I Didn't Expect about Having a Baby & Motherhood

1. I didn't expect to be afraid of going #2 for weeks (sorry tmi, I know).
2. I didn't expect to make it on so little sleep for so long.
3. I didn't expect it to take awhile to feel mushy gushy about B.
4. I didn't expect to be stressed out about little things like how many times B has pooped and what color it is and whether or not he's gained a measley 6 ounces.
5. I didn't expect to need to be good at math: eat every 2 hours, 6 feedings a day, 5 ounces each meal, naps for 1.5 hours, 7+ diapers a day, 17 weeks and 3 days old, equals 1 happy baby, maybe.
6. I didn't expect the time to pass so quickly (should have known).
7. I didn't expect everything to change just as soon as I had it figured out.
8. I didn't expect to start speaking a new language. Words like boop de boop and weeee and sugar booger apparently have great meaning to babies.
9. I didn't expect the car carrier to be so stinking heavy.
10. I didn't expect to love something so small so much :)

Sunday, August 30, 2009

So high we wish only the dog could hear

Not much to report today. We had a busy day of church, church and more church stuff it seemed. Fun day but busy. The only not so very fun part: B has developed a nasty habit of screaming at the highest of registers for hours on end for no reason at all. For the last two weeks whenever I leave him with anyone at night he freaks out, and I mean freaks. He's happy for awhile then something pushes that button and he goes ballistic and no amount of soothing can calm him. He did it again tonight with Mom and Dad. Poor Nana and Pappy. They are now deaf. Maybe its the reflux. Maybe its the medicine changes. Maybe its gas. Maybe he only wants mom to feed him at this one particular time of day and only mom can soothe him during those weird scary evening hours??? (dear Lord let this not be the case). Anyway we will be investigating this not so very fun development this week because Nana and Pappy would appreciate not having a lingering ringing in their ears every time they watch the B. Please pray:)

Saturday, August 29, 2009

About Stinking Time

Finally, a blog. I've been dragging my feet ever so slowly about setting up this here blog, but now it's finally open for business. At some point I plan to do a bit of recapping, as there is much that should have been written about these last four evenful months. But for now I'll just start with today.

7:30 am - first "fun run" with the new running group. Not so fun. We are training for the Little Rock marathon in April. Yes I am crazy. Yes I am only running a half marathon not a whole. Yes I am in the walk/jog group. No I cannot run even one whole mile. See you were impressed until you kept reading:) As a whole B was much happier about jogging and strollers than I was.

9:30 am - feeding the B. First cereal, first spoon, first real food, yay! Some stayed in the mouth. Some stayed on the bib.

10:30 am - half of half sale at sports store. Bought shorts that were really too snug. Wishful thinking. Maybe tomorrow they'll fit.

12:00 pm - cleaned dishes from many meals ago. gross

1:30 pm - first work from home "session"

4:30 pm - misc. stuff around the house you only get to do when B is asleep. productive things. like reading a magazine :)

6:30 pm - mom and dad come over to watch B. bring pizza. maybe the shorts won't fit tomorrow

7:00 pm - more work for Jostens while mom and dad try to console screaming B

9:30 pm - feed the B. ahh, quiet.

So, there you have it. First day of blogging, first day of running, first day of cereal, first day of working, not the first day of pizza.