To my love, my best friend, my joy, and my laughter. To the music of my heart and the dance in my toes. I love you so much, and these past five years have been a dream come true.
Thank you for being the good, kind, Christian, loving person who fills his family with happiness.
I love you scooper lobster!!!
He's not even 2 yet. Heck, he's not even 15 months old yet. He's such an unassuming little tyke. At least with Poodle, we knew she was fearless almost from day one. Tooter, however, didn't strike me as quite so gung-ho'esque.
Hmmph. Apparently, I have a lot to learn about my dear boy.
Or maybe I just have a lot to learn about boys, period.
So, we're outside yesterday afternoon, taking advantage of the briefly warmer weather. The kids are running around willy nilly and I'm pooper scooper'ing the yard. (tmi? sorry.) Anyway, I spot check Tooter, and he's engaged in investigating a pine cone. I scoop, and turn back around barely 10 seconds later, and he's halfway up the stairs that lead to the decking at the top of the slide part of the swing set.
Oh good heavens.
So I go running to the swing set and spot him the rest of the way up, and help him slide down. We do this at least a million times and he finally gets interested in something else.
He comes back for a few more sliding sessions, and then he takes off for one of the palm trees. I take advantage of the moment, and sit down at the laptop that I brought outside an hour earlier, to get some work done on the Junior Miss script.
I swear - I think he must have Star-Trek-transported himself back to the swingset, because I really was paying attention. Or at least I thought I was.
I look up, and the boy has climbed all the way up the stairs and is sitting in the upper deck-thing of the swingset, trying to position himself to slide down the slide. Oh. My. Gravy.
The blasted thing is, what, 4 1/2 something feet off the ground?
I won't tell you what all went through my mind. Praise the Lord nothing happened to him - although I'm not entirely sure my heart has gone back into rhythm yet.
Playtime outside this summer is sure to be an adventure. I think I'll need Prozac!
Please. For the sake of pete. If you haven't already committed annual crepe murder, then please please, read THIS. There is also a good article in the most recent Southern Living magazine (which is actually the link I was trying to find), if you get that publication. Or, you can go HERE and get a downloadable PDF file on proper pruning. Come on folks. We can reverse this trend! Let's all stand together! No more crepe murder!!!
And, no, I don't care if all your neighbors have already done it. To quote SL - "if the neighbors start keeping Nile crocodiles in their pools, you'll be on the next plane to Africa?"
If you have already unwittingly committed a crime against crepes, then take heart. All your saw sins shall be forgiven. Here's to a new start next year!
Just in case you've tried to Google the quote and haven't found it either (I finally found it at rushlimbaugh.com):
DUNGY: I'll tell you what. I'm proud to be representing African-American coaches, to be the first African-American to win this. That means an awful lot to our country. But again, more than anything -- I said it before -- Lovie Smith and I are not only the first two African-Americans, but Christian coaches showing that you can win and doing it the Lord's way. We're more proud of that.
I didn't get to see a ton of the game and we were giving baths during halftime. (Yes. I missed seeing Prince. But, I hear I didn't miss much anyway). But I saw a good deal of the 4th quarter. The game was pretty much won by then, but it was still nice to see a little of it. What will forever stick with me, though, was the awards ceremony. The unabashed faith-confessions of both the Colts' owner and Coach Dungy really moved me. And the behavior of the Colts players was something to watch. I actually turned to Jmk at one point and said "They do know that they won, right?" I'm so used to seeing showboating and over-hyper celebration. These guys looked like real men - not a grown version of my 3 year old on too much sugar.
Anyway, Coach Dungy was extraordinary to watch, and his behavior will forever stick with me. I'm not a huge library of sports facts, (okay, I'm not even a neighborhood newsletter of sports facts), but I don't think I'll ever forget his name. If Tooter (or Poodle - gotta be fair!) ever decides to play football (or any sport for that matter), I pray they will be coached by that type of man. What an experience that would be!!!
My first wow - and it's not as though this is the first time she's done this, but it just wow'ed me more than usual yesterday. I had laid out Poodle's church clothes yesterday morning, as is usual for me. She was to wear a jumper dress, turtleneck, tights and dress shoes. Later in the morning, she shows up in my bathroom as I'm putting on makeup with all her clothes on (and on properly), including her shoes. The only thing she hadn't done yet was zip up her dress, but the zipper was on the back, so who can blame her? Like I said, this isn't the first time she's gotten herself dressed. She's been doing that for, gosh, I don't know - months? She can't button or zip all the way yet, but the clothes part is getting easier for her. It's just that for some reason, yesterday morning - with the tights and everything - it just wow'ed me. She wows me. She is just such a blessing and joy.
My second wow came during church. I had taken Tooter out and was letting him go up and down the stairs in the foyer of our borrowed church building. (It was the activity that was keeping him the most quiet). And, as I walked him across the balcony and down the stairs to let him start over, I was just overwhelmed with love for him. I have these moments with my kids. I don't know if it's normal or not, but while I always love them, I have these moments where my heart overfills with intense emotion and it just spills out all the way down to my toes. It's probably the drama queen in me. I was wow'ed at how blessed I am - and I don't say that lightly. I truly mean Heavenly blessed - I give all the glory to the Father for allowing me to take care of His children for a brief time. I'm not worthy, and I certainly don't do the best job of it most of the time. But I'm so grateful.
I just had to spill this out to the universe!
Okay, it's just one new word, but this one word doubles his vocabulary! Of course, "Dahdee" was his first. And now.... (drum roll please)..... we have cracker! Technically, it is "cah cah cah cah". BUT, he is using it to request the actual item. Often. I think he just likes having a word that he can use and we understand at the same time. Buy stock in Nabisco - we're going thru a ton of Saltines right now!
Interesting side note, "cracker" was also Poodle's first word. I still rememer her pointing to the cabinet where we kept them at the time, and saying "cahcah".
Reminder - cracker, for Tooter, is not "cahcah". It is "cahcahcahcah". Let's be clear about that! ::smile::
With less than 3 weeks until our local Junior Miss program, things are going to get full on crazy around here, and my brain is necessarily focused on a different variety of things. WOW - I hope we get it all done.
Soooo - for those who check in with us often (and thank you so much for that!), I'll try to get you some new stuff as often as possible. Although, it may be scarce for a little while! The kids are still monkeys and into everything and there are probably LOTS of good stories that I'm not thinking to post on the blog. But, hopefully, my brain will be back in regular mode after Feb. 17.
Here's something cute - I was trying to keep Poodle quiet during church yesterday, and told her that I was wanting to hear what the preacher was saying. I asked her if she was listening, and she said "yes!" (wait - my daughter smooth lied right in church. yeeesh). ANYway, I said "good! What is he talking about?" I just like knowing what's going on in her head.
And she says simply "Jesus".
And, you know, she's right. Even if she wasn't really listening. ::smile::
Family site is updated with December pics! And kudos to Kay for already seeing them, even before I sent out a notice! We miss you too Sue. sigh.......
...when you really think they're not listening:
"We can't see God if we look at the sky. But, if you close your eyes, you can see God in your heart. Because God lives in Heaven. And Jesus was born as a little baby!"
Poodle informed me of this yesterday in the van.
Have you seen that Volvo commercial where the dad puts the little girl in her car seat and can't close the door because she is talking talking talking.... and then it cuts to a shot of him driving and smiling at her thru the rearview mirror while she just goes on and on and on in a world of run-on sentences?
Apparently it is a skill that all 3 year olds posses. At the very least, mine certainly does! I got tickled yesterday when I realized that for most of her rambling I had been saying "mm-hmmm" and "ahhh" for about 10 minutes but hadn't heard a bit of what she was saying. So I decided to listen. That's when I caught the above.
In other news:
Things are being somewhat more cooperative with the internet connection, but we're still a bit spotty. Hopefully it will continue to get better!
The TelCo is having "issues", as they told it to my internet provider. THUS, I'm on and off of the 'net. Mostly off. I've actually been trying to post this for days!
We haven't disappeared. Just having a forced vacay. Hopefully will be resolved soon!
A quote that my sister just sent me:
The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. ~Rajneesh
This is likely the technical name for my wrist pain. The non-technical name would be "holding Tooter too often". Both wrists did the same thing with Poodle. And, I've already gone thru one round of this with Tooter. It comes and goes - no big deal! Toot is in this "hold me ALL the time Mommy!" phase, and the result of NOT doing so is a lot of dramatic fussing and crying. Poodle did the same thing, so I know they get over it eventually.
BUT, if you see me in the wrist brace(s), you'll know it's no big deal. I have weak, sissy wrists, and this tendonitis thing develops when I stress them out a lot by holding heavy wiggly babies too often. The braces help me keep my wrists more stable, and that helps them get better!
Seriously - no big deal. But it sounds cool, huh? ::grin::
Poodle was hanging out with Tooter in his crib. We often go in together to pick him up after his nap. So she and he are playing, and she's making these funny faces. She'd give a big sweet smile and talk, then scrunch up her face and frown and talk.
Then, she tells me, with her scrunched face, "this is how you talk when you're being mean". I say, "yes, that's true".
Out comes the big, eye-twinkling smile, and she says "And this is how you talk when you talk to God".
"Oh! Yes, that's true. Why do we talk to God like that?"
"Because He wants us to."
"Yes, that's true. What's another reason that we want to talk to God like that?" At this point, I'm very intrigued, because this isn't a conversation she and I have had at all.
And she says:
"Because He loves us".
::melting::
Oh, the simple beauty of the precious mind of a child.
This is the amazing Jewelry Box that GaGa made for Poodle. He gave this to her Sunday at lunch after church. He has been working on it for months now. On and off, a little bit at a time. Taking it beautifully slowly, so that the result is an heirloom piece that she will have forever. This is a shot of the top of the box. It is made from cherry - a wild tree that was harvested from the woods behind MooMoo and GaGa's house. The design on the top is a replica of Poodle's silver pacifier clip. You'll see a closer shot of that in a minute. The shine that you see is from multiple tung oil applications. You should FEEL the wood. It is as smooth as a baby's popo. Incredible - it is absolutely incredible!
This is a shot of the inside. The top tray is hinged (that's not the right word, but I'm not sure how else to describe it), so it folds up as you open the box. You can see the ring slots and the earring boxes on top, and the bottom will hold necklaces and bracelets. The top dividers and ring holders are removable and allow for customized organization! MooMoo included some pink felt which I will place in the bottom of the box for the time being. And, then, when Poodle is older, we'll put some black velvet in there.
Closer shot of the monogram on the top of the box, next to the passie clip that inspired it. You can't see the monogram on the clip very well, but the design in the wood is identical to the engraving on the silver clip! And the scrollwork around the actual monogram looks like it was stamped directly from the clip. It is an absolute work of art.
I'm trying to show a good shot of the intricate finger joints. If you run your fingers along the joints, you can hardly even feel them! The wood is so smooth.
Poodle is amazed with the box. It must make her feel so grown up! This shot shows the size of the box. Yes, she can "play" with it now, but she'll be able to use this box as an adult. And that touches my heart in a way I can't describe!
GaGa wanted to include some "real" jewelry to go in the box. BUT, I'm a meanie, and won't let Poodle have real things yet. She has some baby jewelry that I have put away for her, but other than that, if she were to get real jewelry, I'd just put it away until she was older. SO, I suggested that MooMoo get some silver charms, and some ribbon, and we'd make necklaces out of them. Then, later, we can put them on a real charm bracelet for her. This picture is sort of yucky, but it's an "S", ballet shoes, a butterfly, and a teddy bear holding an umbrella. (Poodle is into Mary Poppins right now, and loves umbrellas. Go figure).
Poodle modeling her ballet shoes necklace! (She chose purple ribbon for this one).
Thank you GaGa!!! I love my jewelry box!!!!!This is durned near the funniest thing I've seen in I don't know how long. It gets really good about a minute and a half into it. Hat tip to David for this one. lol... I can't breathe.....
So, I might as well let all of y'all in on what happened. Because even if you never, ever see evidence of "the event", you will most likely at some point hear a comment that will refer directly back to "the event". Besides, if this had happened on t.v., it would have been hilarious.
Alright. Wee bit of back info needed for clarification. Jmk buzzes his own hair with the clippers. Does it every 2-3 weeks, and uses a guard on the clippers that keeps his hair super short. After he finishes cutting his hair in the shower, he takes the guard off, and I'll take the clippers and clean up the hairline at his neck.
Okay. So, that's our routine.
And then came yesterday morning.
::groan::
So, I'm running a bit later than normal, and am hurriedly trying to get makeup on and do something with my hair that is in desperate need of a cut! Right - you know that feeling, yes? Jmk is cutting his hair, and opens the shower door, takes the guard off the clippers, and hands it to me. I start with his hairline. My mind is sort of on a million different things, but I've done this so many times, so it's okay. I start at his right ear, and go all the way across. The line is nice and straight and makes my OCD tendencies very happy.
I get all the way across the back of his head, and notice a little tuft of hair that was still too long. He had missed this tiny bit of hair earlier.
::groan::
So I flip the clippers over and run the clippers up thru that part of his hair.
The clippers that do NOT have the guard on them.
No. Guard. On. The. Clippers.
Y'all - I smooth shaved a hunk of hair out of my husband's head.
.......... let me know when you are finished laughing at the inSANity of what I just told you, and I'll continue.
Mmhmmm. You guessed what had to happen next. Jmk had to shave it all off! I caused my husband to have to cueball himself because of my wandering mommy brain.
Yepper. Gone. No hair on top of his head a'tall.
Oh, boy, did I cry. It didn't matter that he still looks so cute (his hair was really short anyway, so this wasn't the most enormous change, but STILL). It didn't matter that he has been wanting to do this, but I just wasn't ready or willing for him to shave his head. It didn't matter that his big blue eyes just pop. I was devastated and absolutely HORRified at what I had done. Horrified. I mean, it was an AWful feeling.
But this is where the t.v. sitcom ends. You'd expect fireworks now, right? Nope - What was so amazing is how SWEET he was. Didn't get mad. Didn't hardly check up. Told me it was FINE, don't worry, don't cry - and then just took those clippers and shaved the rest of his head. Then he hugged ME to make ME feel better. I kid you NOT!!!
Ahhhh - Sunday Morning at the Zoo. Never a dull moment!!! Just don't give me clippers!!!
p.s. - GaGa made Poodle the most amazing jewelry box, and I'm working on posting pictures of that. I just needed to post this story first, so that I can cover it up as quickly as possible! Ha!
Put the kids to bed last night without cough medicine - first time since we all came down with the crud. And they did just fine. Slept well. Woohoo! Except for a wee bit of yuck left in chests, I think we have finished this round of the crud!
....the top of a sour cream container.
From my latest container of Daisy sour cream:
"If life gives you limes, just rearrange the letters and return a smile".
He's probably going to kill me for posting this, but I'm so proud of Jmk. I had a Junior Miss meeting last night, and I did leave supper cooked. But in the time that I left for the meeting and came back about 2 1/2 hours later, he had fed the kids, gotten them ready for bed AND into bed, had cleaned the kitchen, and was working on redlines at the kitchen table when I walked in the door.
What a man!!!
Our crazies are very used to the man-to-man-defense-type bedtime routine, so doing it solo is always an interesting and extended experience.
Honey, thank you for making it so easy on me last night!
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