Sam + Frozen Yogurt + Naptime + Speed Scrap = A Good Day!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Java-n-Stitch
25/366
I had 3 friends and their kids over yesterday morning for our 'new' Java-n-Stitch group. (Aka Stitch and Bitch) We let the kids play crazy, we drink festive beverages, and then we break out the yarn. I made mint mochas. We all crochet or knit. And while the kids play we get some Quality Yarn time. Dogs and Cats! I popped in the Care Bears and all 6 kids froze on the couch for like 10 entire minutes. It was historic! So I made a Page for it. :)
I had 3 friends and their kids over yesterday morning for our 'new' Java-n-Stitch group. (Aka Stitch and Bitch) We let the kids play crazy, we drink festive beverages, and then we break out the yarn. I made mint mochas. We all crochet or knit. And while the kids play we get some Quality Yarn time. Dogs and Cats! I popped in the Care Bears and all 6 kids froze on the couch for like 10 entire minutes. It was historic! So I made a Page for it. :)
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Go Us!
24/366
OK. I haven't had a good run in over a month. Really. Our Disney Run wasn't a good run. It was Fun! But it was 2 weeks ago, we jerkily stopped and started, we didn't cool down properly, and then we ran ourselves into the ground. Or maybe we already had. It was still Awesome, but it wasn't a 'good run'.
Then we got sick.
Today was the first day that both Kathleen and I were healthy enough to run. Of course, we realized that we weren't up for a full 5K right from the getgo. So we backtracked a bit, and after discussing, we settled on starting back in Week 5, 5 minutes on, 3 minutes off. Then we got a really wild hair. We decided to run outside. It was a toasty 30 degrees, and not snowy or raining, so we went for it. Of course, as soon as we got moving, we saw little flurries. I couldn't call them snowflakes because they weren't big enough for that, just little falling crystals. Not a lot of them, just enough for us to realize it was Cold outside.
It was Cold.
But we did it!
Woohoo! Yeah, baby, we're Back!
And we have a goal. We're going to be running the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Race for the Cure.
OK, I know, I have joked and called it the Breast Cancer Mosey, since there are so many people, I won't be even walking at a good clip for most of it, but I don't care. If I can do something to make a difference to help folks like my friend Juli's Mom Ann, or my friend Amy, then you bet I will!
And you're going to love this...
Our Team name is the: Hakuna Ma-TaTas!
CLICK HERE to visit my personal page!
OK. I haven't had a good run in over a month. Really. Our Disney Run wasn't a good run. It was Fun! But it was 2 weeks ago, we jerkily stopped and started, we didn't cool down properly, and then we ran ourselves into the ground. Or maybe we already had. It was still Awesome, but it wasn't a 'good run'.
Then we got sick.
Today was the first day that both Kathleen and I were healthy enough to run. Of course, we realized that we weren't up for a full 5K right from the getgo. So we backtracked a bit, and after discussing, we settled on starting back in Week 5, 5 minutes on, 3 minutes off. Then we got a really wild hair. We decided to run outside. It was a toasty 30 degrees, and not snowy or raining, so we went for it. Of course, as soon as we got moving, we saw little flurries. I couldn't call them snowflakes because they weren't big enough for that, just little falling crystals. Not a lot of them, just enough for us to realize it was Cold outside.
It was Cold.
But we did it!
Woohoo! Yeah, baby, we're Back!
And we have a goal. We're going to be running the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Race for the Cure.
OK, I know, I have joked and called it the Breast Cancer Mosey, since there are so many people, I won't be even walking at a good clip for most of it, but I don't care. If I can do something to make a difference to help folks like my friend Juli's Mom Ann, or my friend Amy, then you bet I will!
And you're going to love this...
Our Team name is the: Hakuna Ma-TaTas!
CLICK HERE to visit my personal page!
Little Tears
23/366
My heart and mind have been in other places the last few days. My body is falling apart, my endo is back, and its been stressing me out, besides being painful. Eric and I are looking at the possibilities of having surgery this year. Me for that. Him for these headaches, which is most likely caused by massive deep sinus infection.
The bravest woman I know, who I am honored to call friend, was having major surgery yesterday. I was literally praying without ceasing all day. She reports doing well. Please joining me in praying her recovery continues to go well.
But I had to get out of dodge. We're all so frazzled, sometimes having a plan is the best thing I can do. Sam and I drove up to visit my other friend Amy who moved out to the boonies last spring. I brought donuts and we drowned our sorrows in happy carbs, and we let the kids play. And it was good.
Amy has been borrowing a little baby, 8 weeks old for a while, and expecting her fourth. I thought it might be rough for me to be around itty bitties. But it really wasn't. So much cuteness made me feel good. I kept reaching out to hold her as she cried. She was just a wee slip of a thing, and she was getting a case of the snoochies, and couldn't get comfortable. It was so obvious she needed to sleep. Oh honey, don't I know that one. We've been rotating colds all winter long, and I could only sleep with drugs. At one point, she had been crying in spurts for a solid hour, she's cry herself to sleep, and as soon as her thumb shifted or a kid looked at her, she'd wake up and start crying. Finally she fell asleep on me.
With one little tear in her eye.
I didn't want to move. But you know, life has to continue. I was reminded how hard those days are, with the little itty bitty ones. On one hand, I don't want to move, want to freeze moments in time. Sam is so wonderful right now, I want him to stop getting older. I sit down to write about him, and I don't know where to begin.
On the other hand, all that screaming. I had a monster headache. I would have given anything to make it stop. Nope, don't miss that. But the bonus was I got to pack up and go home, I just got my sweet snuggle fix, and got to give her back. That was pretty good too.
My heart and mind have been in other places the last few days. My body is falling apart, my endo is back, and its been stressing me out, besides being painful. Eric and I are looking at the possibilities of having surgery this year. Me for that. Him for these headaches, which is most likely caused by massive deep sinus infection.
The bravest woman I know, who I am honored to call friend, was having major surgery yesterday. I was literally praying without ceasing all day. She reports doing well. Please joining me in praying her recovery continues to go well.
But I had to get out of dodge. We're all so frazzled, sometimes having a plan is the best thing I can do. Sam and I drove up to visit my other friend Amy who moved out to the boonies last spring. I brought donuts and we drowned our sorrows in happy carbs, and we let the kids play. And it was good.
Amy has been borrowing a little baby, 8 weeks old for a while, and expecting her fourth. I thought it might be rough for me to be around itty bitties. But it really wasn't. So much cuteness made me feel good. I kept reaching out to hold her as she cried. She was just a wee slip of a thing, and she was getting a case of the snoochies, and couldn't get comfortable. It was so obvious she needed to sleep. Oh honey, don't I know that one. We've been rotating colds all winter long, and I could only sleep with drugs. At one point, she had been crying in spurts for a solid hour, she's cry herself to sleep, and as soon as her thumb shifted or a kid looked at her, she'd wake up and start crying. Finally she fell asleep on me.
With one little tear in her eye.
I didn't want to move. But you know, life has to continue. I was reminded how hard those days are, with the little itty bitty ones. On one hand, I don't want to move, want to freeze moments in time. Sam is so wonderful right now, I want him to stop getting older. I sit down to write about him, and I don't know where to begin.
On the other hand, all that screaming. I had a monster headache. I would have given anything to make it stop. Nope, don't miss that. But the bonus was I got to pack up and go home, I just got my sweet snuggle fix, and got to give her back. That was pretty good too.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Speed Scrap
22/365
Two years ago, Eric got me this digital scrapbooking software. I loaded it on the computer, and haven't done much with it. Until this year. We made our Christmas card with it, and I friended MyMemories on Facebook. Twice this week, I sat down and they were starting what they call a "Speed scrap". The first time was at naptime, so I decided to give it a whirl. They force me to think fast, to hurry up and make a decision, because they make me build the page in an hour. It's kind of cool. This was my first one, on Tuesday, taken of Christopher on MLK day when we went out for a snowball fight.
But today I was sitting down to upload the days photos when they were starting another Speed Scrap. I figured, OK! It gets me scrapping, and I have done pages. Maybe I'll do this once a month, and have myself a real album when done. Nah. That's just crazy talk. Well, maybe....
My Sams. Sure, he's enchanting. Until you notice the dried macaroni bits all over his sweater. But this was today. We'd come home from Brunch with the fam, and it was time for Sam's nap. But he was more interested in being adorable than going to sleep. Well, it worked, we had a little photo session.
But he was tired, so he kept moving around. I like this Speed Scrap picture Best.
Two years ago, Eric got me this digital scrapbooking software. I loaded it on the computer, and haven't done much with it. Until this year. We made our Christmas card with it, and I friended MyMemories on Facebook. Twice this week, I sat down and they were starting what they call a "Speed scrap". The first time was at naptime, so I decided to give it a whirl. They force me to think fast, to hurry up and make a decision, because they make me build the page in an hour. It's kind of cool. This was my first one, on Tuesday, taken of Christopher on MLK day when we went out for a snowball fight.
But today I was sitting down to upload the days photos when they were starting another Speed Scrap. I figured, OK! It gets me scrapping, and I have done pages. Maybe I'll do this once a month, and have myself a real album when done. Nah. That's just crazy talk. Well, maybe....
My Sams. Sure, he's enchanting. Until you notice the dried macaroni bits all over his sweater. But this was today. We'd come home from Brunch with the fam, and it was time for Sam's nap. But he was more interested in being adorable than going to sleep. Well, it worked, we had a little photo session.
But he was tired, so he kept moving around. I like this Speed Scrap picture Best.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Cherishing Miracles
21/366
I had most of today free, I got a massage this morning, and then went to the Baby Shower for a friend of mine from college. They don't let me out very often. But when they do it's a Good Day! She's adopting from Russia, and just recently found out she can go back in 2 weeks to bring him Home. Permanently. She gets her Gotcha Day in 2 weeks. I don't know if I'd be strong enough to wait any more, knowing my son is waiting thousands of miles away. But she's been amazingly strong, I admire her strength.
There was so much to celebrate, it was the Sweetest of occasions. I'm so Happy for her, I had to hold my tears back. It wasn't a crying sort of affair, this was a Happy Day. And this was the kind of Happy Shower that you would pray a friend who has been fighting and praying so hard for, would have, that she be showered literally in gifts and love.
And her friends were so generous, and enthusiastic, full of excitement and joy, as it should be. I really felt like Everyone there today was cherishing the Joy, not just the simple Joy of a new baby. There was Love, and words of wisdom, laughter as we played funny games, and sweet dreams of the days to come. Cherishing the Miracle. This one was a little older, 18 months, he hasn't had it easy. She had such trials in trying to have a family. And somehow God works wonders taking each of their pains and is weaving a new strand, a new family, a new love, a Miracle.
And to be able to see others cherish this miracle along with her was a Gift for me. She and I had lost touch, and recently found each other again. We bonded further over about our battles with Infertility. So Wonderful to be able to Praise the Lord for this wonderful match he has made.
A few years back, I had another friend who adopted, though I didn't see her for a few months after she brought her sweetboy Home, when I finally did get to meet him, I brought her a present. She was touched. She told me, No one had thrown her a shower. They'd had to get everything for their little one themselves. I was appalled. No one? That hurt my heart. For her. I would have wanted to shower her with love and spoiled that sweetboy like he hadn't been spoiled before. Maybe she was surrounded by people who didn't get it.
It's funny. Not that people that get pregnant naturally, or easily don't deserve it, I'm not saying that, and I'm not saying that they don't cherish the miracles they have. I don't doubt that there are plenty of folks out there that cherish their miracles, even if they came easy to them. But it seems that for those of us out there that it didn't come easy for, we really Cherish the Miracles. The miracles not cherished seem to go to families that don't care one way or the other, and that's part of the hideousness of infertility. I feel like we really 'Get It': the amazingness of God working through the science of creating new life, the tiny miracles as God conducts his Plan through the work of others, how wondrous it is when he lines up the perfect child to fit within the perfect family. I really Cherish the Miracles. There are so many associated with this whole process, I don't see how people don't Believe, but that's for another soapbox.
I believe my heart has been called to Adoption. I'm not sure of God's Timing of the subject, but since we had so much trouble trying to have our family, adoption has always been a possibility. One of the many Miracles associated with Christopher's birth was that we'd given up being able to conceive. I had started reading Adoption for Dummies. I was about halfway through it when I went for my annual exam, to request drugs for my 'wacky cycle' only to find out I was expecting. I kept the bookmark in that same page, which made my friends giggle when they were helping me move. But really, it's a Miracle. I had given up, moving forth to our other choice, and God said, "Not Yet." And He gave us Christopher. But he didn't say chuck the book out the window. Hold on. That time will come.
Is it coming now? I don't know. My Endo has been giving me fierce fits the last few weeks, and obviously I'm not pregnant, though we've been attempting for #3 for just over a year. Right now, I'm feeling the call to help others. I feel like we've been so Blessed with a wonderful family, and wonderful home, I just need to share it. In the mean time, I'm Holding On. I'm waiting for God. I just need to stop and listen. He's not always in the crazy, but the whispers. But today wasn't a day to discern God's Will for me in the whispers of my heart, today was a day to Shout for Joy about the wondrous Love of God, and Praise Him for this match between Annie and Luke!
WOOHOO!!!!!!
I had most of today free, I got a massage this morning, and then went to the Baby Shower for a friend of mine from college. They don't let me out very often. But when they do it's a Good Day! She's adopting from Russia, and just recently found out she can go back in 2 weeks to bring him Home. Permanently. She gets her Gotcha Day in 2 weeks. I don't know if I'd be strong enough to wait any more, knowing my son is waiting thousands of miles away. But she's been amazingly strong, I admire her strength.
There was so much to celebrate, it was the Sweetest of occasions. I'm so Happy for her, I had to hold my tears back. It wasn't a crying sort of affair, this was a Happy Day. And this was the kind of Happy Shower that you would pray a friend who has been fighting and praying so hard for, would have, that she be showered literally in gifts and love.
And her friends were so generous, and enthusiastic, full of excitement and joy, as it should be. I really felt like Everyone there today was cherishing the Joy, not just the simple Joy of a new baby. There was Love, and words of wisdom, laughter as we played funny games, and sweet dreams of the days to come. Cherishing the Miracle. This one was a little older, 18 months, he hasn't had it easy. She had such trials in trying to have a family. And somehow God works wonders taking each of their pains and is weaving a new strand, a new family, a new love, a Miracle.
And to be able to see others cherish this miracle along with her was a Gift for me. She and I had lost touch, and recently found each other again. We bonded further over about our battles with Infertility. So Wonderful to be able to Praise the Lord for this wonderful match he has made.
A few years back, I had another friend who adopted, though I didn't see her for a few months after she brought her sweetboy Home, when I finally did get to meet him, I brought her a present. She was touched. She told me, No one had thrown her a shower. They'd had to get everything for their little one themselves. I was appalled. No one? That hurt my heart. For her. I would have wanted to shower her with love and spoiled that sweetboy like he hadn't been spoiled before. Maybe she was surrounded by people who didn't get it.
It's funny. Not that people that get pregnant naturally, or easily don't deserve it, I'm not saying that, and I'm not saying that they don't cherish the miracles they have. I don't doubt that there are plenty of folks out there that cherish their miracles, even if they came easy to them. But it seems that for those of us out there that it didn't come easy for, we really Cherish the Miracles. The miracles not cherished seem to go to families that don't care one way or the other, and that's part of the hideousness of infertility. I feel like we really 'Get It': the amazingness of God working through the science of creating new life, the tiny miracles as God conducts his Plan through the work of others, how wondrous it is when he lines up the perfect child to fit within the perfect family. I really Cherish the Miracles. There are so many associated with this whole process, I don't see how people don't Believe, but that's for another soapbox.
I believe my heart has been called to Adoption. I'm not sure of God's Timing of the subject, but since we had so much trouble trying to have our family, adoption has always been a possibility. One of the many Miracles associated with Christopher's birth was that we'd given up being able to conceive. I had started reading Adoption for Dummies. I was about halfway through it when I went for my annual exam, to request drugs for my 'wacky cycle' only to find out I was expecting. I kept the bookmark in that same page, which made my friends giggle when they were helping me move. But really, it's a Miracle. I had given up, moving forth to our other choice, and God said, "Not Yet." And He gave us Christopher. But he didn't say chuck the book out the window. Hold on. That time will come.
Is it coming now? I don't know. My Endo has been giving me fierce fits the last few weeks, and obviously I'm not pregnant, though we've been attempting for #3 for just over a year. Right now, I'm feeling the call to help others. I feel like we've been so Blessed with a wonderful family, and wonderful home, I just need to share it. In the mean time, I'm Holding On. I'm waiting for God. I just need to stop and listen. He's not always in the crazy, but the whispers. But today wasn't a day to discern God's Will for me in the whispers of my heart, today was a day to Shout for Joy about the wondrous Love of God, and Praise Him for this match between Annie and Luke!
WOOHOO!!!!!!
Conclusions from Rainbow Poos
20/366
Have you ever heard of the Feingold diet? Interesting thing, my friend Amy posted a link to a blog she stalks, the woman has 8 children and people call her crazy. She homeschools and does the Feingold diet, but it has worked wonderfully with her ADHD son's behavior. Huh? A crazy boy's behavior improving with diet? I've heard of this miraculous rumor before. So I hopped online and started doing a little research. Turns out kids with sensitivities to artificial colors have behavioral issues or rashy bottoms. Well, I have been prayerfully considering it, and trying to make mental notes while I consider if this is the right way to go for us.
So, Thursday Chris came home with 100 fruity o's that he wanted to pound down for a snack. That made Sam want some too. I had been refraining giving them to him for a while since I'd read that link, I was testing I guess. Not consciously, but kind of. So then Sam wanted some, we had a half a bag, of the generics. So I let them have them. Well, Chris was a hot mess for me for the next two hours, I got called "BAD MOMMY!" And we had to have some come-to-Jesus kinds of discussions. But I was actually proud of myself I didn't beat him senseless.
Sam was fine, just his normal bitchy self when he needs to eat more fat and protein. I've come to expect that from Sam. When his sugar nose dives it gets Ugly. Gets that from me and my mother I guess. We don't do well when we're hungry.
But then yesterday he was Fine.
Until we went to the library, and he'd had some juice as a snack. Well, it went Right through him, filling his diaper three times with foulness whose like I have not seen since Chris's ostomy days. And the color: Green. Bright green. oh my word, I'm gagging just writing about it.
By the time we got home, the pantless wonder's bottom was bright red, rashy, and starting to a little bloody.
OK. There's my sign, as I threw him in the tub. No more Fruity O's for Sam.
(picture Not taken by me)
And I threw them away.
Sam in the meantime enjoyed a wonderful bath, in the middle of the day, All By Himself.
Good Times.
His bottom looks much better today since we slathered him up with Desitin. :)
Have you ever heard of the Feingold diet? Interesting thing, my friend Amy posted a link to a blog she stalks, the woman has 8 children and people call her crazy. She homeschools and does the Feingold diet, but it has worked wonderfully with her ADHD son's behavior. Huh? A crazy boy's behavior improving with diet? I've heard of this miraculous rumor before. So I hopped online and started doing a little research. Turns out kids with sensitivities to artificial colors have behavioral issues or rashy bottoms. Well, I have been prayerfully considering it, and trying to make mental notes while I consider if this is the right way to go for us.
So, Thursday Chris came home with 100 fruity o's that he wanted to pound down for a snack. That made Sam want some too. I had been refraining giving them to him for a while since I'd read that link, I was testing I guess. Not consciously, but kind of. So then Sam wanted some, we had a half a bag, of the generics. So I let them have them. Well, Chris was a hot mess for me for the next two hours, I got called "BAD MOMMY!" And we had to have some come-to-Jesus kinds of discussions. But I was actually proud of myself I didn't beat him senseless.
Sam was fine, just his normal bitchy self when he needs to eat more fat and protein. I've come to expect that from Sam. When his sugar nose dives it gets Ugly. Gets that from me and my mother I guess. We don't do well when we're hungry.
But then yesterday he was Fine.
Until we went to the library, and he'd had some juice as a snack. Well, it went Right through him, filling his diaper three times with foulness whose like I have not seen since Chris's ostomy days. And the color: Green. Bright green. oh my word, I'm gagging just writing about it.
By the time we got home, the pantless wonder's bottom was bright red, rashy, and starting to a little bloody.
OK. There's my sign, as I threw him in the tub. No more Fruity O's for Sam.
(picture Not taken by me)And I threw them away.
Sam in the meantime enjoyed a wonderful bath, in the middle of the day, All By Himself.
Good Times.
His bottom looks much better today since we slathered him up with Desitin. :)
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