I’ve been intending to blog everyday this week, but I keep getting sucked into this crazy video game. I actually have things I want to write about and everything. Maybe I can evade the siren song tomorrow during naptime. Stay tuned…
Thoughtfully penned on May 27th, 2008 and generally concerning Us
Yesterday, marked the seventh anniversary of Matt’s and my marriage. A lot has changed since we got married at the ripe old age of 22, but we’ve come through those changes together and our marriage is only stronger for it. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, but the good times far outweigh the bad. We’ve stuck together and entrusted our marriage to God, and we are blessed beyond measure.
God has given me a loving, tender, God-seeking man and my life is so much better for having you in it. You are a wonderful husband, a wonderful father, and a wonderful friend. I can’t imagine how my life might be if our paths hadn’t crossed all those years ago.
Seven years, six moves, three cities, two kids later; and I’m more in love with you than ever. Happy anniversary, Matt!
…at the end of the day you have spit-up on the front and back of your shirt and your bra
…in addition to all the spit-up there is new-baby poop on your shorts
…you are happy to have time to clean the bathrooms
…four hours of consecutive sleep is a great night’s sleep
…you never know where on your person you might have various unidentifiable substances
…you have more joy in watching two little people grow and develop than you ever thought possible
I’m known around here for being a messy Momma. I have a tendency to splatter food on myself when cooking, get flour everywhere while baking, and bleach my clothing while cleaning. All-in-all, it is amazing I have any clothing fit for wearing out of the house; guess it’s a good thing I’m a stay-at-home-mom.
I’ve often thought about getting an apron or asking for one for birthday or Christmas, but I always seem to find a reason not to – find something else I want, decide I don’t really have the money to spend, forget. However, each time I have a grease stain that won’t come out or a new bleach spot on my shirt I find myself wishing I had been wearing an apron.
It would be really great to have a nice, pretty apron that made housekeeping a bit more fun (or at least tolerable). And now, I (and you, too) have a chance to win a great apron from Flirty Aprons; just visit Simple reviews (this post) to get the details. I think I would have to choose the Blue Chocolate apron if I won.
And even if I don’t win the giveaway, I should probably look into getting an apron. My clothing budget would thank me.
Thoughtfully penned on May 19th, 2008 and generally concerning J
I’ve sacrificed coffee, mexican food, sleep. The first two were tough because they were unexpected, but the third definitely has the most impact on life.
It’s not that he is a bad sleeper; usually he wakes up 2-3 times to eat and then goes back to bed. There have been those few nights where I’d had coffee or mexican food or the random nights he wakes up for a few minutes and it isn’t feeding time; those are to be expected, he’s only 5 weeks old. But then there was Saturday night when he decided that it would be a good idea to stay awake from 1:20 (eating time) until 4:00 just because he didn’t want to go back to sleep. His daddy says he can no longer sleep between the hours of 6:00 p.m. and 8:00 p.m.
I’m thinking of changing the name of the blog to “The Diaries of a Sleep Deprived Mind.”
Thoughtfully penned on May 13th, 2008 and generally concerning E
Little’s verbal skills and vocabulary are developing and growing at an amazing rate. Recently she has begun putting together 3-word sentences. Her current sentence of choice?
“My get scissors.”
Uh, no, Little not get scissors!
I’ve had this cute little “Babywearing Bloggers” button in my sidebar since before Boo arrived. Now that he’s four weeks old (really? already? wow!) and I’ve worn him on several occasions, I feel like I’m officially part of the babywearing community.
On the recommendation of Lu, I decided to start my babywearing career with a Sleepy Wrap. I’m so glad I chose this carrier; we both love it! I pop Boo into it and he is usually off to sleep in no time riding along all snug and cozy against my chest where he can hear my heartbeat. It is so nice to have him close and not to carry the huge (and heavy) infant seat everywhere we go. I’ve worn him at the mall, at the park, in church, out to dinner, at the bookstore, and playing outside.
I am officially a babywearing Momma and loving every minute of it!
Things are going well around here.
Enjoying the pretty weather – playing outside, walks, trips to the park.
Not getting as much sleep as I’d like (on that note, why does the 3 week old growth spurt hit right at the height of sleep deprivation? That only adds insult to injury).
Managed to clean the kitchen (except for mopping) and dust part of the living room today – progress on the housekeeping front.
Looking forward to a visit from Matt’s parents this weekend.
Hope you’re all having a good week. I’ll try to have some real content to post in the next day or so.
“The only true way to live in this world, constituted just as we are, is to make all our employments serve the one great end and aim of our existence, namely, to glorify God and to enjoy him forever.”
Elizabeth Prentiss, Stepping Heavenward
Thoughtfully penned on May 3rd, 2008 and generally concerning E
Last night (Friday) I was making a grocery list and, thus, had the pantry open to see what we needed. When it was time to go pick up our pizza, I failed to shut said pantry door and turned my back to the girl while I got money to pay for the pizza. Matt was in the living room writing a tweet on Twitter. When Matt came into the kitchen he found Little squatted down in front of the pantry with her hand in a bag of coffee beans. The coffee was open, and there was evidence all over Little’s mouth of her having eaten at least one bean. I mean, really, what 21 month old eats coffee beans without making a noise at the taste or spitting them out? (I really wish I had a picture of her with her hand in the bag of coffee; It was just too cute.)
And then today: Lately Little has gotten really annoyed when she has dirt (or sticky or anything) on her hands or feet. So, this morning she was sitting in the living room floor and said she had dirt on her foot. I told her that it was okay, just to brush it off. She hopped up off the floor and headed down the hallway; next thing I know I hear the bathroom drawer open and close. I called to her and asked what she was doing about the time she was coming down the hallway with my hairbrush in her hand. She sat back down on the floor and proceeded to use the hairbrush to brush the dirt off her feet. As Matt said, she was just doing what I told her to do. Guess I need to think through my instructions a bit more carefully in the future.
Sometimes (okay, often) that sweet little girl really makes me laugh.