Monday, February 28, 2011

Stream o' consciousness

1. I find it really annoying when people offer up suggestions and advice when they don't know anything about the subject. For instance, why would you give out birthing advice if you've never given birth yourself? Or why would you give out breastfeeding advice if you've never held a baby to your breast? Why would you give out nutrition advice if you're ...obviously not practicing what you preach? Oddly enough, I know someone who fits every single one of those scenarios. And that's annoying.

2. I've been doing Weig.ht Wat.chers online. I've lost 10 lbs so far. The deciding factor, for me, was when I got sick around Valentine's Day. Sick enough to go to the AM/PM clinic, which pretty much NEVER happens (if you know my history with not liking doctors). Their scale convinced me that something HAD to be done. Have I mentioned that I hate scales too? Doctors offices + their scales = double hate.

3. Counting the points has been pretty easy for me (on WW online).... except on weekends. Because nobody else in my house is dieting (nor do they need to). And everybody else in my house loves pizza on a Friday night, and fast food for lunch on Sundays. And so do I. And it's really hard for me to say no to my favorites.

4. I'm getting a student teacher next week. I'm nervous.

5. Number 4 goes back to number 1, in a way... if I feel like I am not 100% secure in teaching first grade, how can I teach someone else to?

6. Dylan still isn't sitting up. I want him evaluated by a physical therapist. I have to go to the health department to sign his new IFSP today after school, so I'm going to mention that.

7. He's got 3 teeth with another that's going to break through any day now. It's pretty precious.

8. Little M is just as funny/goofy/ornery/naughty as ever. He's still having a hard time with potty training...mainly pooping in the potty.

9. The other night at around bedtime, little M decided that he wanted to play with his new stickers. The conversation went like this:
Little M: I want my stickers!
Me: No, you aren't getting your stickers tonight. You can have them tomorrow.
Little M: (in his best J.G. Wentworth commercial voice): It's MY stickers, and I need them NOW!!

PS: He didn't get his stickers til the next day. But when he heard us laughing at his little funny, he said it again 230492830498 times and forgot about his demand anyway.

Love those kids of mine!

Friday, February 18, 2011

What a Wonderful World...part 2

In June of last year, I made a blog post about a girl I went to school with named Meghan Patrizi Delobe.

Today, on Meghan's 30th birthday, she went to be with our Lord.

I know she has renewed her strength tonight. I know she is soaring on wings like eagles. I know she is running and not growing weary. I know she is walking without being faint. Those are the promises our God made to her, and I believe she is doing those things now.

She leaves behind a husband, a sweet baby boy Charlie, who will be 1 in a few days, and lots of loved ones, friends, and family.

The Lord is close to the broken-hearted, and He saves those who are crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18)

Saturday, February 05, 2011

shopping for toy cars with boys


My husband and our oldest son share a love for little toy cars. My husband has been buying them for our son since before he even realized what they were...possibly before he was even born. My son has a collection of well over 300 little toy cars (Hot Wheels, Matchbox, etc).

Tonight, we were in Walmart, where we were supposed to only be picking up some buns for our dinner. But if you ever venture to Walmart with us, you'll know that each visit starts with the basket veering right, over to the toy section. Specifically, the (you guessed it) little toy cars.

I noticed something amazing tonight. Tonight, I noticed just how many Daddies bond with their little boys in the toy car aisle. There was a man with his son, a little older than little M, in his cart, ooh'ing and ahh'ing over the monster trucks. Another who walked his sweet little curly headed tot over and kneeled down, just as excited as the little boy was, over a remote control car. Another was a bigger boy and his dad, and even if the bigger boy reluctantly made his way down the toy-car-aisle, I know that inside he loved that his dad still wanted to bond over the little toy cars with him.

I almost felt like I wasn't supposed to be there. That it was man country, and I was an intruder. I know nothing about cars... nothing at all. The very best I can tell you is the car's color, and even THAT I don't pay that much attention to. So I stepped back... backed myself down the aisle and just watched the magic happening all around me. Boys with their daddies. In their own little world. Another woman and her daughter came down the aisle to use the price check scanner on that aisle, and you could tell that they felt the "Oh, I'm sorry for intruding on your property" feeling too. They quickly scanned their items for prices and split.

I love this for my little boys. I love that they have a daddy who loves them so much, and so desperately wants his boys to share his passion for cars with him. It's like my prayers have been answered ten-fold-- my kids have an awesome Daddy.

Even if he's just a kid himelf sometimes.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

hellerrr

I didn't mean to take a short blogging hiatus... it just happened. I haven't had anything else to say, nor have I had it in me to even create a sentence that makes sense lately, so I just have said nothing at all.

Dylan turned 13 months old on January 29th, and I still haven't taken him in for his 1-year well-child appointment. I guess I'll get on that soon.

That day, it was 75 degrees in our city, so we did A LOT of playing outside!

My husband had a birthday on January 30th, and he's the ripe ol' age of 32 now. We had cake and ice cream, and we went to Tex.as Road.house for dinner. It was much colder than 75 degrees on this day, which is pretty much because Oklahoma's weather has a mood imbalance.

Yesterday was coldish, but not really too terrible.

Today? February 1st? There is a skillion inches of snow on the ground, covering up a sheet of solid ice from freezing rains last night, the windchill is in the negatives, and I'm home from work. Also? Today's my birthday. I'm 31 now, so basically, my description over there >>> is lying.

Being off work and in my PJs all day = the best birthday present everrrrr.

I will post again when I have something more interesting to say... Dylan's the same.. not really hitting any new milestones. Still not sitting up, and I can't figure out why. He knows how, he just flat out won't. I've never read another Ds blog where the baby isn't sitting up still at 13 months, and I feel like there's something I'm doing wrong... and I just flat out am not going to be in a negative mood on my birthday. So we'll discuss this another time. :)

Meanwhile, who wants to make me a birthday pie? (I am not a huge fan of cake.)