Here is the result of my decorating. Enjoy!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Fall Decorations
The crisp fall weather put me in the mood to do my decorating for the season. I love to dress up my home. . .when I get the chance. The problem is when I get in the mood for any kind of crafty project, I get very focused and tend to partially ignore everything else. Here's what my son was doing while my back was turned. And yes, he climbed in there himself!
Here is the result of my decorating. Enjoy!
Here is the result of my decorating. Enjoy!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Vacation
Just got back from our vacation. You might be thinking, "oh she must have gone to the beach or some place warm", but no, I went to Ohio. Lovely, flat Ohio. My husband is from Ohio, the Dayton area, and he has some family out that way as do I, in the Columbus area. We stayed at his aunt and uncle's home, which was great because we didn't have to pay for a hotel. While we stayed with them, it was nice to be able to visit with family.
Since having a child, I've begun to appreciate more the value of family, which is why I enjoyed our vacation so much. While we were there, it was really important for my husband to visit his relatives whom he had not seen in 10+ years. While sitting in Aunt Shirley's (my father in law's aunt) living room, I saw pictures. Old pictures. And new pictures. Pictures of my father in law's biological mother, who died in her 30s. I saw pictures of us, my husband, myself, and my son. I had sent Aunt Shirley a photo Christmas card, and she had it displayed among other photographs. I saw pictures of my father in law as a baby, adolescent, and teenager. My husband was stunned to learn that his dad looks very similar to what he, hubby's father, looked like as a child. Perhaps that means that hubby has good genes, and he'll look the same when he's an old man.
It was really great to meet Aunt Shirley, as well as some cousins and second cousins and third cousins. Let's just all call them cousins, because it gets too confusing after the second. I mean, aren't they all just family.
While we were in Dayton, we went to the Hospice Nursing Home, where my husband's grandmother (his dad's step mom), is staying, for now at least, as she battles cancer (Please pray for her). This was the second time I've met her, yet I felt so close to her because she became family to me when I got married. It was very difficult to see her so weak and thin. She has to only weigh 100 pounds if that. We brought her a bouquet of flowers, and of course she got to see her great grandson, and her grandson. I only hope that we brought a smile to her heart and helped to brighten her spirits. The chemo wasn't working, and there's nothing else that the doctors can do except help manage the pain. My only hope is that she is saved so that she'll be going to Heaven to be with Jesus one day. It was so hard to leave her because we are afraid that this was the last time we'd ever see her. I keep playing back in my mind that very moment as I saw her face as we were leaving her room. She looked like she was trying to remember us as she was craning her neck to see us leave. I wanted to stay forever so we could be with her and comfort her, but she needed to rest and so did my son. As we left, we were happy to have been able to visit her, but were sad as well.
On a happy note, my husband got to visit where he and his dad lived when he was a child. He also got to see the home of his late grandfather and also visit his grave. I think the best part of this vacation was going to this old Jim's Dairy Shack, where my husband remembers going with his dad to get a foot long Coney. Talk about good hometown food! If you ever have seen the show Feasting on Asphalt, you'll know what I'm talking about. We also visited some family friends, whom my husband stayed with alot when we was a kid as his dad was getting on his feet after the divorce. It really made me happy because my husband was happy. He was experiencing all the childhood memories he had as a kid. He remarked how he remembered it taking much longer to get to places when he was younger. Isn't it funny how we remember things being so much bigger, yet in actuality, they weren't?
Anyway. . .perhaps it's time to end here. I'm getting tired of typing, and I hear someone calling on the monitor. Until next time. . .
Since having a child, I've begun to appreciate more the value of family, which is why I enjoyed our vacation so much. While we were there, it was really important for my husband to visit his relatives whom he had not seen in 10+ years. While sitting in Aunt Shirley's (my father in law's aunt) living room, I saw pictures. Old pictures. And new pictures. Pictures of my father in law's biological mother, who died in her 30s. I saw pictures of us, my husband, myself, and my son. I had sent Aunt Shirley a photo Christmas card, and she had it displayed among other photographs. I saw pictures of my father in law as a baby, adolescent, and teenager. My husband was stunned to learn that his dad looks very similar to what he, hubby's father, looked like as a child. Perhaps that means that hubby has good genes, and he'll look the same when he's an old man.
It was really great to meet Aunt Shirley, as well as some cousins and second cousins and third cousins. Let's just all call them cousins, because it gets too confusing after the second. I mean, aren't they all just family.
While we were in Dayton, we went to the Hospice Nursing Home, where my husband's grandmother (his dad's step mom), is staying, for now at least, as she battles cancer (Please pray for her). This was the second time I've met her, yet I felt so close to her because she became family to me when I got married. It was very difficult to see her so weak and thin. She has to only weigh 100 pounds if that. We brought her a bouquet of flowers, and of course she got to see her great grandson, and her grandson. I only hope that we brought a smile to her heart and helped to brighten her spirits. The chemo wasn't working, and there's nothing else that the doctors can do except help manage the pain. My only hope is that she is saved so that she'll be going to Heaven to be with Jesus one day. It was so hard to leave her because we are afraid that this was the last time we'd ever see her. I keep playing back in my mind that very moment as I saw her face as we were leaving her room. She looked like she was trying to remember us as she was craning her neck to see us leave. I wanted to stay forever so we could be with her and comfort her, but she needed to rest and so did my son. As we left, we were happy to have been able to visit her, but were sad as well.
On a happy note, my husband got to visit where he and his dad lived when he was a child. He also got to see the home of his late grandfather and also visit his grave. I think the best part of this vacation was going to this old Jim's Dairy Shack, where my husband remembers going with his dad to get a foot long Coney. Talk about good hometown food! If you ever have seen the show Feasting on Asphalt, you'll know what I'm talking about. We also visited some family friends, whom my husband stayed with alot when we was a kid as his dad was getting on his feet after the divorce. It really made me happy because my husband was happy. He was experiencing all the childhood memories he had as a kid. He remarked how he remembered it taking much longer to get to places when he was younger. Isn't it funny how we remember things being so much bigger, yet in actuality, they weren't?
Anyway. . .perhaps it's time to end here. I'm getting tired of typing, and I hear someone calling on the monitor. Until next time. . .
Thursday, August 30, 2007
All Done!
It was a quiet and lovely afternoon at the home of Supermommy. Flying Baby was taking a nap and Supermommy was enjoying the peace and quiet for a little while longer. As she was fast forwarding through an episode of Martha, they just signed up for a more affordable DirecTV with DVR, she hears, "Aaaa, maaaa maaaa" signaling that Flying Baby was finished napping. Reveling in the fact that he had been sleeping for 3 hours, she quietly goes upstairs into his room. As she turns on the light, she sees her son standing at the crib rail bouncing up and down with excitement. As she approaches the crib, Flying Baby signs and says, "Alllll done!" with his little arms. This seems to be his favorite sign language sign. He uses it for almost everything that he feels he's done with, a meal, wanting to go home from a Weight Watcher meeting, and even when taking a nap. It's quite amusing and interesting because Supermommy definitely underestimates the intelligence of Flying Baby.
"Alllll done!"
"Alllll done!"
Sunday, August 26, 2007
24 Hours
24 hours. No TV. No lights. No air conditioning. No electricity.
That's what life was like for my family in the past 24 hours. A huge, nasty storm rolled in Saturday night and lit up the sky with lightening and loud rolls of thunder. Apparently, it knocked over an electric pole and splintered a gigantic tree, which took down more power lines and half of an old produce shack.
Thank goodness we have a corded phone so we could report a power outage at our home to BGE. Then, as I was on hold probably because everyone and their mother was calling to report just like me, I thought to myself "you know they probably have figured out that I don't have power at my house and listening to this recorded message is a HUGE waste of my time". Still. . . my husband and I took turns holding the phone up to our ear in hopes that SOMEONE would pick up. It's like we're on the island of the TV show LOST in the Hatch with the old Commodore PC and the green blinky light. HA!
Talk about the luxury of flicking on a light switch! It's just so amazingly automatic that my hand and brain know exactly where a switch is on the wall. I bet I could go around my house blindfolded and know exactly where every switch is located.
It's also so amazing how easily bored I can become with not having any electricity. So much of what I do involves power. Cooking a meal for my family. Microwaving a bag of popcorn. Turning on a light to see if my son has any poop in his diaper. Charging my cell phone that is flashing low battery.
You know, I could actually read or sleep or just sit and be quiet for a while. And actually I did. Today, I finished reading the entire Bible. My husband and I joined a class at church called Rev Up Your Faith: The Bible in 90 Days. Now I am really excited about continuing my journey as I start CBS (Community Bible Study) in September. Now I have no excuse to complain that a passage is too long because I actually read the entire book of Revelations in one day. How many times can you say that?
It was nice to not have electricity for 24 hours. Despite the ice cream thawing a little bit, we got to talk about more subjects than if we had the television on. And we got to enjoy the sound of silence, minus the revving generators. Oh and hopefully our electric bill will be much less next month, but I'm not counting on it.
That's what life was like for my family in the past 24 hours. A huge, nasty storm rolled in Saturday night and lit up the sky with lightening and loud rolls of thunder. Apparently, it knocked over an electric pole and splintered a gigantic tree, which took down more power lines and half of an old produce shack.
Thank goodness we have a corded phone so we could report a power outage at our home to BGE. Then, as I was on hold probably because everyone and their mother was calling to report just like me, I thought to myself "you know they probably have figured out that I don't have power at my house and listening to this recorded message is a HUGE waste of my time". Still. . . my husband and I took turns holding the phone up to our ear in hopes that SOMEONE would pick up. It's like we're on the island of the TV show LOST in the Hatch with the old Commodore PC and the green blinky light. HA!
Talk about the luxury of flicking on a light switch! It's just so amazingly automatic that my hand and brain know exactly where a switch is on the wall. I bet I could go around my house blindfolded and know exactly where every switch is located.
It's also so amazing how easily bored I can become with not having any electricity. So much of what I do involves power. Cooking a meal for my family. Microwaving a bag of popcorn. Turning on a light to see if my son has any poop in his diaper. Charging my cell phone that is flashing low battery.
You know, I could actually read or sleep or just sit and be quiet for a while. And actually I did. Today, I finished reading the entire Bible. My husband and I joined a class at church called Rev Up Your Faith: The Bible in 90 Days. Now I am really excited about continuing my journey as I start CBS (Community Bible Study) in September. Now I have no excuse to complain that a passage is too long because I actually read the entire book of Revelations in one day. How many times can you say that?
It was nice to not have electricity for 24 hours. Despite the ice cream thawing a little bit, we got to talk about more subjects than if we had the television on. And we got to enjoy the sound of silence, minus the revving generators. Oh and hopefully our electric bill will be much less next month, but I'm not counting on it.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Faith Like A Child
A friend sent this link to me the other day and I thought I'd share it with you. May we all have faith like a child every day that we walk with Jesus Christ.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
How To Eat Worms
Ever since my son was born, my dad has been asking, "when can we go fishing"? You see, my dad loves to fish, but when I was growing up it really wasn't my favorite thing to do. Lack of patience and complete dislike of touching worms probably had something to do with it. So, last weekend my dad finally got his wish, and my husband, son, and I went with dad to a friend's pond and caught a boat load! Dad was tickled pink! My son caught the first fish plus many others. I was mainly there to take pictures, as requested by my mom. Thanks mom, for the great idea because I got some awesome shots! Anyway. . .we had a blast, and my son even got to taste a worm, well almost. Daddy wouldn't let him bite it, but he did get it in his mouth. Here are some pictures of our little fishing trip.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Step By Step
Yay! We're walking now! Not exclusively, but we're getting there. Here are some pictures of James walking with mommy to get the mail. He made it half way until he decided he was tired and wanted to crawl. Doesn't he look so cute wearing his San Francisco Giants baseball hat? His grandpa got him that.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Sponge
It is truly amazing to watch my son learn and grow. He is like a sponge that never stops soaking up water.
So we've been trying to teach him sign language and he's finally picked it up. First with "milk", and now today he signed "eat" and "all done". We think he's doing "more" but we're not sure because it looks like he's clapping his hands, which he likes to do ALOT anyways. It's so wonderful to be able to communicate with him and have the ability to know exactly what he wants. For now at least.
Also, one more fantastic milestone, he kind of took his first steps today. We were at my friend Rhonda's, whom we visit practically every day. Might as well just keep a bed made for me. Ha! She watches James while I go work out at Curves and I do the same for her daughter, Hilary. Sometimes we're lucky and Tu Tu (Hilary's great grandma) comes over and watches them. Anyways. . .James and Hilary were playing and he needed to get around her. So, he daringly let go of the coffee table and took two side steps around Hilary.
I was sitting there screaming like a fool "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh" while bouncing up and down, eyes wide with excitement. I never thought I'd react that way. It was almost embarrassing, but I guess I have every right to do that.
My guess is that he'll be walking by the time he's 14 months, which is in a few weeks. Good for him, bad news for mommy. Friends tell me it's all over when your child starts to walk. We'll see. Maybe it'll help me take off those last 10 pounds I've been trying to lose.
Isn't there a running baby trailed by a running mommy? Lord help me!
So we've been trying to teach him sign language and he's finally picked it up. First with "milk", and now today he signed "eat" and "all done". We think he's doing "more" but we're not sure because it looks like he's clapping his hands, which he likes to do ALOT anyways. It's so wonderful to be able to communicate with him and have the ability to know exactly what he wants. For now at least.
Also, one more fantastic milestone, he kind of took his first steps today. We were at my friend Rhonda's, whom we visit practically every day. Might as well just keep a bed made for me. Ha! She watches James while I go work out at Curves and I do the same for her daughter, Hilary. Sometimes we're lucky and Tu Tu (Hilary's great grandma) comes over and watches them. Anyways. . .James and Hilary were playing and he needed to get around her. So, he daringly let go of the coffee table and took two side steps around Hilary.
I was sitting there screaming like a fool "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh" while bouncing up and down, eyes wide with excitement. I never thought I'd react that way. It was almost embarrassing, but I guess I have every right to do that.
My guess is that he'll be walking by the time he's 14 months, which is in a few weeks. Good for him, bad news for mommy. Friends tell me it's all over when your child starts to walk. We'll see. Maybe it'll help me take off those last 10 pounds I've been trying to lose.
Isn't there a running baby trailed by a running mommy? Lord help me!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Milk, It Does A Body Good!
Milk! Yaaay! Clap clap clap. Milk! Good job, lil' biddy! Those were our words as we shouted for joy after our son FINALLY signed his first sign.
After having a yummy dinner of Papa John's, we decided to try to reinforce (again and again) the sign for "milk" to see if he would finally do it.
We knew he wanted more milk, so we didn't give it to him until he did the sign, and miraculously he did it!
It's so pronounced and cute with his little pudgy fingers opening and closing. He's even more talented because he does it with both hands! Ooo ahhh.
Now it's on to "eat" and "more".
I'm such a proud mommy!
After having a yummy dinner of Papa John's, we decided to try to reinforce (again and again) the sign for "milk" to see if he would finally do it.
We knew he wanted more milk, so we didn't give it to him until he did the sign, and miraculously he did it!
It's so pronounced and cute with his little pudgy fingers opening and closing. He's even more talented because he does it with both hands! Ooo ahhh.
Now it's on to "eat" and "more".
I'm such a proud mommy!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Me Time
::Long deep breath in::. . .::long deep breath out::. . .(repeat 3 times).
Between the hours of 7pm and 8pm is Me Time. No whiny one year old. No hubby. Just me. One hour of whatever I want to do. One hour of destressing. One hour of getting my ::bleep:: back together.
Sometimes I decide to read my Bible (hubby and I are doing a course at church called Rev Up Your Faith: Reading the Bible in 90 Days at 12 pages a day), take a walk (maybe come home, ha!), take a long shower, or even pay attention to my neglected ::sniffle sniffle:: blog.
So, as I sit here in silence (you don't get that much when you have a one year old) I am enjoying my one hour of peace and quiet, which every mom should try (emphasis on try) to make time for. And I thought I'd share some photos from our trip to Ohio a couple weeks ago during our "vacation" to visit family. It was the first time my father-in-law got to meet my son, James, and it was also the weekend of James' 1st birthday.
I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I'm enjoying my Me Time.
Grandpa and James
Grandma Kathy and James
Sleepy Baby James
A Kiss from Great Grandma Cook
Aunt Ashley and Aunt Michelle playing with James
Notice how the booster seat tray gets progressively covered in cupcake.
In the end, even if I've had a bad day, it all seems to melt away when I am able to hold my baby boy and tell him that I love him.
Between the hours of 7pm and 8pm is Me Time. No whiny one year old. No hubby. Just me. One hour of whatever I want to do. One hour of destressing. One hour of getting my ::bleep:: back together.
Sometimes I decide to read my Bible (hubby and I are doing a course at church called Rev Up Your Faith: Reading the Bible in 90 Days at 12 pages a day), take a walk (maybe come home, ha!), take a long shower, or even pay attention to my neglected ::sniffle sniffle:: blog.
So, as I sit here in silence (you don't get that much when you have a one year old) I am enjoying my one hour of peace and quiet, which every mom should try (emphasis on try) to make time for. And I thought I'd share some photos from our trip to Ohio a couple weeks ago during our "vacation" to visit family. It was the first time my father-in-law got to meet my son, James, and it was also the weekend of James' 1st birthday.
I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I'm enjoying my Me Time.
Grandpa and James
Grandma Kathy and James
Sleepy Baby James
A Kiss from Great Grandma Cook
Aunt Ashley and Aunt Michelle playing with James
Notice how the booster seat tray gets progressively covered in cupcake.
In the end, even if I've had a bad day, it all seems to melt away when I am able to hold my baby boy and tell him that I love him.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Waiting for Mommy
I had to run some errands today. Grocery store. . .Target and Toys R US to return a few things. While I was gone, my hubby was holding down the fort with son and dog, Anakin (yes, he's a Star Wars fan). Here's a cute shot hubby took of son and dog. Hope you enjoy it!
Here are two more pictures my mom took of James and I at the MS Walk. Don't you just love that hat? The outfit courtesy of "Gram" (James' grandmother).
Here are two more pictures my mom took of James and I at the MS Walk. Don't you just love that hat? The outfit courtesy of "Gram" (James' grandmother).
Monday, April 09, 2007
Waffles for Breakfast
Happy Easter, everyone! A day late. Oh well. Having a 10 month old baby tends to keep me away from the computer.
Want to know what my hubby did for me Easter Sunday morning? He brought me breakfast in bed. We didn't have much in the fridge (Sunday is grocery day), but he made the most of it. As I was sleeping peacefully in my nice, cuddly-soft Sleep Number bed, hubby made yummy waffles for breakfast. He crept upstairs to our bedroom and greeted me with "Happy Easter" and a plate fully of waffles and a nice tall glass of milk. Now remember I was fast asleep, so I kind of awoke with a start, my vision was foggy, and I had nasty morning breath. He cowered back a bit because he felt bad about waking me up, but once I realized what planet I was on, I thanked him, gave him a kiss, and was able to enjoy the warm and tasty waffles. And yes, I said warm. He even thought about keeping them in the oven on warm. And. . .AND. . .he even cleaned the kitchen up. How sweet is that! He really never cooks unless he has to. I give him an A+++ for effort. Aren't hubbies the greatest?
Want to know what my hubby did for me Easter Sunday morning? He brought me breakfast in bed. We didn't have much in the fridge (Sunday is grocery day), but he made the most of it. As I was sleeping peacefully in my nice, cuddly-soft Sleep Number bed, hubby made yummy waffles for breakfast. He crept upstairs to our bedroom and greeted me with "Happy Easter" and a plate fully of waffles and a nice tall glass of milk. Now remember I was fast asleep, so I kind of awoke with a start, my vision was foggy, and I had nasty morning breath. He cowered back a bit because he felt bad about waking me up, but once I realized what planet I was on, I thanked him, gave him a kiss, and was able to enjoy the warm and tasty waffles. And yes, I said warm. He even thought about keeping them in the oven on warm. And. . .AND. . .he even cleaned the kitchen up. How sweet is that! He really never cooks unless he has to. I give him an A+++ for effort. Aren't hubbies the greatest?
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