teamwork
Hubby and I spent a couple of hours doing yardwork. We began while bear took her nap, which helped us focus. He worked on raking the hillside, removing the netting and excess straw where the developers laid seed because at this point it was choking any more growth. He also raked up the netting along the sidewalk, uncovering a bunch of rocks and trash left behind by the construction crew. No shock there. While he tackled that project, I grabbed the hedge trimmers and whacked the straggly branches off all the shrubs. There is something therapeutic about whacking shrubs. The whacking is followed by more thoughtful shaping. I'm no professional landscape designer, but trimming shrubs is not worth paying someone to do.
When Baby Bear awoke, I gave her the little rake so she could "help". She raked the grass on the hillside, and then she helped me rake up the trimmings. She also obeyed when I told her not to pick the mums. She did pick a "black susan", but at least the Mums are finally getting more than a single bud on them at a time. She also helped me water the mums. They should look pretty soon. Now she is watching her "Talking Hands" DVD, saying the words and copying the signs. It's funny how the simplest things sometimes keep her attention better than other more complex videos.
Hope y'all are having a good weekend.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
rainy day
I want to stay curled up under a blanket with a good book (or my laptop).
Baby Bear is watching Sesame Street, occasionally snuggling up against me as she learns about things which start with the letter "B". We have the munchies- the canister of pretzel sticks which someone left upstairs was far too tempting to ignore.
Dinner is planned. Time to go make my list of things to do and transform rainy day mode from laziness into productivity.
I want to stay curled up under a blanket with a good book (or my laptop).
Baby Bear is watching Sesame Street, occasionally snuggling up against me as she learns about things which start with the letter "B". We have the munchies- the canister of pretzel sticks which someone left upstairs was far too tempting to ignore.
Dinner is planned. Time to go make my list of things to do and transform rainy day mode from laziness into productivity.
Farmwife's new recipe-sharing blog:
Wha'cha got cookin?
She and Ang already have a couple of yummy-sounding recipes posted, and if you want to collaborate with them , just leave a comment over there.
Wha'cha got cookin?
She and Ang already have a couple of yummy-sounding recipes posted, and if you want to collaborate with them , just leave a comment over there.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I need Tackle Motivation.
No Tackle-It-Tuesday post for me. I did change the sheets, make sweet tea, and run the dishwasher. I probably should make a list of everything I should do and go back to posting it on my blog, where it will stare me in the face.
Bear and I made a run to the store. I bought part of her birthday gift. I hate buying things in her presence, but I really wanted to get this for her and they were still in stock on clearance. The Little People Ark was not, unfortunately. Figures. She doesn't seem to remember that the little horses for her barn were in the shopping cart. Hope it stays that way.
Anyway, I am feeling better than last week, if still lazy. That's improvement. I am debating joining a gym again... but will I really use it? There's a new place up the road that does not require a contract. I think I'll wait 'til it actually gets too cold to walk outside... January, at this rate.
No Tackle-It-Tuesday post for me. I did change the sheets, make sweet tea, and run the dishwasher. I probably should make a list of everything I should do and go back to posting it on my blog, where it will stare me in the face.
Bear and I made a run to the store. I bought part of her birthday gift. I hate buying things in her presence, but I really wanted to get this for her and they were still in stock on clearance. The Little People Ark was not, unfortunately. Figures. She doesn't seem to remember that the little horses for her barn were in the shopping cart. Hope it stays that way.
Anyway, I am feeling better than last week, if still lazy. That's improvement. I am debating joining a gym again... but will I really use it? There's a new place up the road that does not require a contract. I think I'll wait 'til it actually gets too cold to walk outside... January, at this rate.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Good things.. mostly
We went to a good friend's birthday party tonight. It was hosted by her Mom, who is normally an introvert. Another friend brought her kids, and Hannah idolized the little girl, who is 7.
This week has been hard for me to focus on what's great about my life. PMS always does that to a certain extent, even with meds. But it was also a week when I mourned what almost was. But God had other plans.
Watching my daughter run around with a huge smile on her face reminded me that life is good. Very good. Her vocabulary and other expressions grow exponentially, or so it seems. She is so affectionate, loves giving hugs and kisses to anyone and everything if she is permitted. No more than 10 seconds after meeting her new friend tonight, she wrapped her arms around her and planted a kiss on her cheek. Her name means "Grace of God or merciful" and her middle name means "bright and spirited or light". I think God named her, not us. If she thinks one of us is in pain, she immediately shows concern. She is full of life. This week, she told us she wants a brother. Lord willing, she will have one someday. But from now on, when I start missing the baby I never got to meet, I'm going to cherish the child I have with me here on earth.
We went to a good friend's birthday party tonight. It was hosted by her Mom, who is normally an introvert. Another friend brought her kids, and Hannah idolized the little girl, who is 7.
This week has been hard for me to focus on what's great about my life. PMS always does that to a certain extent, even with meds. But it was also a week when I mourned what almost was. But God had other plans.
Watching my daughter run around with a huge smile on her face reminded me that life is good. Very good. Her vocabulary and other expressions grow exponentially, or so it seems. She is so affectionate, loves giving hugs and kisses to anyone and everything if she is permitted. No more than 10 seconds after meeting her new friend tonight, she wrapped her arms around her and planted a kiss on her cheek. Her name means "Grace of God or merciful" and her middle name means "bright and spirited or light". I think God named her, not us. If she thinks one of us is in pain, she immediately shows concern. She is full of life. This week, she told us she wants a brother. Lord willing, she will have one someday. But from now on, when I start missing the baby I never got to meet, I'm going to cherish the child I have with me here on earth.
Friday, September 21, 2007
my 1st clippie collection (improved)
I figured out that I was trying to zoom in too much to take my photos. I am not thrilled with my first bow; I probably should have just made it a singe loop instead of attempting a double. I used the clear goody ouchless bands to hold the center together as my sis suggested, mostly because Bear hates it when I put her hair in pigtails so it makes a good use for them! But I think the bow is wearable, if not perfect. I love the dragonfly collection and the preppy pink.
Separation of church and ..... retail?
I'm on a mission. I am soliciting donations for door prizes for A Mom's HEART, the monthly fellowship for Moms with young kids at our church. We have over 150 women registered, and 139 attended last month. Our kids get childcare while we enjoy brunch, speakers, and fellowship in a small group. So as I was out doing a little bit of shopping this morning, I decided to try to get some more donations. I would like for every Mom to win something at least once between now and May. That means I have a lot of begging to do.
After I spent $30 at the local Christian store, the Assistant Manager was quite receptive to my request and said she'd put something together. That was easy. I decided not to pester Costco because I know they have donated food for the brunch in the past..
There's a new massage place, one that markets more affordable services without all the fluff of full-service spas. I decided to go ahead and ask if they would donate a gift certificate.
Living in the Bible belt, you don't expect to encounter fear of religion. But I did. When the manager found out the Mom's fellowship is at a church, he said he has chosen not to donate to any churches because he doesn't want to endorse them. Now I understand that businesses receive many requests for donations, and they have to draw a line somewhere. I managed a small business, and did a stint in direct sales. The bottom line is there are a lot of good causes out there, and you just can't give to everybody and make a profit. But what was interesting to me was the fear in this person's voice. Fear of endorsing a "religion" by donating a gift for the purpose of encouraging a weary Mom. It's interesting how a polished, professional individual can appear weak simply by the suggestion of something that they want to stay away from. Of course, we all do that from time to time.
Perhaps if someone is that hesitant to donate something, I shouldn't be requesting their assistance in the first place. But I do hope that in our conversation I handled the man's denial of my request gracefully and somehow his heart is touched by Jesus' love and that fear will go away.
And after I left, I headed to the full-service spa which hubby has treated me to in the past and submitted a request there. We'll see how their management responds.
I'm on a mission. I am soliciting donations for door prizes for A Mom's HEART, the monthly fellowship for Moms with young kids at our church. We have over 150 women registered, and 139 attended last month. Our kids get childcare while we enjoy brunch, speakers, and fellowship in a small group. So as I was out doing a little bit of shopping this morning, I decided to try to get some more donations. I would like for every Mom to win something at least once between now and May. That means I have a lot of begging to do.
After I spent $30 at the local Christian store, the Assistant Manager was quite receptive to my request and said she'd put something together. That was easy. I decided not to pester Costco because I know they have donated food for the brunch in the past..
There's a new massage place, one that markets more affordable services without all the fluff of full-service spas. I decided to go ahead and ask if they would donate a gift certificate.
Living in the Bible belt, you don't expect to encounter fear of religion. But I did. When the manager found out the Mom's fellowship is at a church, he said he has chosen not to donate to any churches because he doesn't want to endorse them. Now I understand that businesses receive many requests for donations, and they have to draw a line somewhere. I managed a small business, and did a stint in direct sales. The bottom line is there are a lot of good causes out there, and you just can't give to everybody and make a profit. But what was interesting to me was the fear in this person's voice. Fear of endorsing a "religion" by donating a gift for the purpose of encouraging a weary Mom. It's interesting how a polished, professional individual can appear weak simply by the suggestion of something that they want to stay away from. Of course, we all do that from time to time.
Perhaps if someone is that hesitant to donate something, I shouldn't be requesting their assistance in the first place. But I do hope that in our conversation I handled the man's denial of my request gracefully and somehow his heart is touched by Jesus' love and that fear will go away.
And after I left, I headed to the full-service spa which hubby has treated me to in the past and submitted a request there. We'll see how their management responds.
How to make hair clippies
1) Buy alligator clips from beauty supply store (12/1.99 + tax) I could not find them at the superstores or dollar store.
2) Buy ribbon and embellishments that suit your style or go with the outfit you are trying to accessorize for your sweet girl. I used dragonfly gems and ribbon from wal-mart's craft department. They have small spools of 6 ft. of ribbon for less than $1 each.
3) Measure the amount of ribbon you need by wrapping it around the inside of the top (curved) half of the clip, all the way around the top, and about 1/2 " on the bottom. If you want, you can wrap the ribbon all the way around the inside of both parts. I opted to save ribbon, but I might make some with the ribbon wrapped on the inside because it can help reduce slipping out of hair.
4) Pinch open the clip using your non-dominant hand. Using a hot glue gun (I bought the higher temp one for 1.99 at hobby lobby), apply glue to the inside of the top half of the clip. HOLD IT OPEN OR ELSE YOU'LL HAVE A STICKY MESS!
5) Affix the ribbon to the hot glue, covering the inside of the clip completely with ribbon. Apply more glue to the top, wrap the ribbon around, and press to smooth out the kinks.
It really just takes practice. I had strings of cooled glue everywhere, and one casualty clip that had glue ALL over it.
6) Hot glue the embellishments where you think they look cute.
Allow to cool completely before putting in child's hair.
I haven't attempted bows yet, but my sister has. Perhaps she'll post how she made bows on her blog? I imagine you would wrap the ribbon as I described above, then attach a homemade bow to the clip. It's making the bow look cute that is hard for me. When I did the flowers for a friend's wedding, my partner in the project was the bow expert. There are people who sell their bows online and you can get ideas from them, that's how I came up with the basic idea for the ones I made. I think instructions on how to make them are available online, too.
If I can do this, anyone can. You just have to not freak out over sticky fingers or get upset by a few "wasted" materials early in the process. And it's a project that is best done after the toddlers are in bed! Older girls might have fun helping affix the embellishments.
p.s. I have discovered a need to revise my "design" and move the dragonflies down a bit. The pressure on the dragonfly when I squeeze the clips is more than it can handle and I have had 2 break. Thankfully the dried glue peels off and it will be a cinch to replace the broken-winged gem.
1) Buy alligator clips from beauty supply store (12/1.99 + tax) I could not find them at the superstores or dollar store.
2) Buy ribbon and embellishments that suit your style or go with the outfit you are trying to accessorize for your sweet girl. I used dragonfly gems and ribbon from wal-mart's craft department. They have small spools of 6 ft. of ribbon for less than $1 each.
3) Measure the amount of ribbon you need by wrapping it around the inside of the top (curved) half of the clip, all the way around the top, and about 1/2 " on the bottom. If you want, you can wrap the ribbon all the way around the inside of both parts. I opted to save ribbon, but I might make some with the ribbon wrapped on the inside because it can help reduce slipping out of hair.
4) Pinch open the clip using your non-dominant hand. Using a hot glue gun (I bought the higher temp one for 1.99 at hobby lobby), apply glue to the inside of the top half of the clip. HOLD IT OPEN OR ELSE YOU'LL HAVE A STICKY MESS!
5) Affix the ribbon to the hot glue, covering the inside of the clip completely with ribbon. Apply more glue to the top, wrap the ribbon around, and press to smooth out the kinks.
It really just takes practice. I had strings of cooled glue everywhere, and one casualty clip that had glue ALL over it.
6) Hot glue the embellishments where you think they look cute.
Allow to cool completely before putting in child's hair.
I haven't attempted bows yet, but my sister has. Perhaps she'll post how she made bows on her blog? I imagine you would wrap the ribbon as I described above, then attach a homemade bow to the clip. It's making the bow look cute that is hard for me. When I did the flowers for a friend's wedding, my partner in the project was the bow expert. There are people who sell their bows online and you can get ideas from them, that's how I came up with the basic idea for the ones I made. I think instructions on how to make them are available online, too.
If I can do this, anyone can. You just have to not freak out over sticky fingers or get upset by a few "wasted" materials early in the process. And it's a project that is best done after the toddlers are in bed! Older girls might have fun helping affix the embellishments.
p.s. I have discovered a need to revise my "design" and move the dragonflies down a bit. The pressure on the dragonfly when I squeeze the clips is more than it can handle and I have had 2 break. Thankfully the dried glue peels off and it will be a cinch to replace the broken-winged gem.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
where's my photographer when i need one?
I played around with the settings a bit and this was the best photo pair I could come up with. The camera didn't want to focus properly on these things. I am sure it's me... it is a new camera.
Anyway, this is my first attempt at making hair clippies. I did not attempt bows. I need to pick up some fine wire in order to do that. I'm not really sure what Bear has that they will match, but I think they are pretty cute. She does have lots of pink and purple, so I'm sure we'll find something.
I played around with the settings a bit and this was the best photo pair I could come up with. The camera didn't want to focus properly on these things. I am sure it's me... it is a new camera.
Anyway, this is my first attempt at making hair clippies. I did not attempt bows. I need to pick up some fine wire in order to do that. I'm not really sure what Bear has that they will match, but I think they are pretty cute. She does have lots of pink and purple, so I'm sure we'll find something.
one of those days
I woke up sleepy because I stayed up too late last night. It's always hard for me to settle down when hubby travels. Bear awoke around 11:30 p.m., needing her Mommy to rock her again. I obliged. She's got a bit of congestion that seems to wake her up. I probably should think about plugging in the humidifier while she sleeps and see if that helps. I had also put off doing my Bible study lesson, so after I put her down, I did it. I read about Joseph and Solomon and Job and Asaph, how they struggled. Isn't it interesting that while we Christians tend to try to act perfect, put on a facade of holiness or spirituality even when we don't feel that way, the Bible is full of people who struggled and expressed those struggles in very real ways? God drew them back to Himself... soetimes with chastisement, but always revealing His faithfulness.
I've been in kind of a funk, desert, pity party, all of the above for a while now. It's not a permanent state, but it does come and go. I accepted an invitation to join the Gospel Transformation study because it sounded like a great opportunity for fellowship and accountability. It's a study that is opened to people who are involved in leadership of some kind in our church, and it involved digging deep and examining how God's story is revealed in scripture and how it applies to our own lives. God put me in a small group with some amazing women, and I am so thankful. I haven't been involved in a Bible study/group like this since college, perhaps...? It's been far too long. I have also been reading the book Sacred Marriage, thouh I haven't participated in our W@H discussion group. I like it a lot.
Anyway, it seems that being in a funk is a common thread among me and several of my friends lately. I'm praying we get out of this state, soon.
I woke up sleepy because I stayed up too late last night. It's always hard for me to settle down when hubby travels. Bear awoke around 11:30 p.m., needing her Mommy to rock her again. I obliged. She's got a bit of congestion that seems to wake her up. I probably should think about plugging in the humidifier while she sleeps and see if that helps. I had also put off doing my Bible study lesson, so after I put her down, I did it. I read about Joseph and Solomon and Job and Asaph, how they struggled. Isn't it interesting that while we Christians tend to try to act perfect, put on a facade of holiness or spirituality even when we don't feel that way, the Bible is full of people who struggled and expressed those struggles in very real ways? God drew them back to Himself... soetimes with chastisement, but always revealing His faithfulness.
I've been in kind of a funk, desert, pity party, all of the above for a while now. It's not a permanent state, but it does come and go. I accepted an invitation to join the Gospel Transformation study because it sounded like a great opportunity for fellowship and accountability. It's a study that is opened to people who are involved in leadership of some kind in our church, and it involved digging deep and examining how God's story is revealed in scripture and how it applies to our own lives. God put me in a small group with some amazing women, and I am so thankful. I haven't been involved in a Bible study/group like this since college, perhaps...? It's been far too long. I have also been reading the book Sacred Marriage, thouh I haven't participated in our W@H discussion group. I like it a lot.
Anyway, it seems that being in a funk is a common thread among me and several of my friends lately. I'm praying we get out of this state, soon.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
where, oh where has my hot glue gun gone?
i bought some ribbon, dragonfly gems, and alligator clips today. i really want to try to make pretty hair clippies, and maybe bows for Baby Bear. but my hot glue gun has disappeared. i have no clue when i last used it... years ago, i'm sure. i may be calling the dollar store tomorrow to see if they have any hot glue guns and glue sticks in stock. the lady at sally beauty supply said they might, and i did not feel like dragging bear back into the dollar store when i thought i knew where my glue gun was stored.
my creative side must wait a bit longer to try something new. such is life.
i bought some ribbon, dragonfly gems, and alligator clips today. i really want to try to make pretty hair clippies, and maybe bows for Baby Bear. but my hot glue gun has disappeared. i have no clue when i last used it... years ago, i'm sure. i may be calling the dollar store tomorrow to see if they have any hot glue guns and glue sticks in stock. the lady at sally beauty supply said they might, and i did not feel like dragging bear back into the dollar store when i thought i knew where my glue gun was stored.
my creative side must wait a bit longer to try something new. such is life.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Please POLL along!!!
I have posted a new poll in my sidebar. I don't know how to make sticky posts, so I just put my surveys in the sidebar. Anyway, I bought a couple of Mum plants last night and planted them this morning, with Baby Bear's help. (Help which required me to strip her down to her diaper before coming back inside. You know how neat a helpful toddler help is.) They are a deep red color, I think. One might be a little more magenta, but it was kind of hard to tell. It's in a pot, the others are planted in the flower bed, so it's ok if its' color is a little different. Bear picked off most of the blooms. I really need to teach her to stop picking all the flowers. At least with Mums, picking or dead-heading encourages fresh growth and re-blooming.
I also hope to buy some bulbs, extend my front flower bed, put a small bed around the base of the mailbox, and maybe do a flower bed in the back around our bedroom window. If hubby will help.
I have a few daffodil and crocus bulbs which I hope will bloom again in the spring, so now I am trying to decide which bulbs to plant. Heavenly hyacinths? Topsy tulips? More daffs? Decisions, decisions. Thankfully it's still a little early to plant bulbs here, so I have time to decide.
What are your favorite things to plant for Fall and for Spring preparation?
I have posted a new poll in my sidebar. I don't know how to make sticky posts, so I just put my surveys in the sidebar. Anyway, I bought a couple of Mum plants last night and planted them this morning, with Baby Bear's help. (Help which required me to strip her down to her diaper before coming back inside. You know how neat a helpful toddler help is.) They are a deep red color, I think. One might be a little more magenta, but it was kind of hard to tell. It's in a pot, the others are planted in the flower bed, so it's ok if its' color is a little different. Bear picked off most of the blooms. I really need to teach her to stop picking all the flowers. At least with Mums, picking or dead-heading encourages fresh growth and re-blooming.
I also hope to buy some bulbs, extend my front flower bed, put a small bed around the base of the mailbox, and maybe do a flower bed in the back around our bedroom window. If hubby will help.
I have a few daffodil and crocus bulbs which I hope will bloom again in the spring, so now I am trying to decide which bulbs to plant. Heavenly hyacinths? Topsy tulips? More daffs? Decisions, decisions. Thankfully it's still a little early to plant bulbs here, so I have time to decide.
What are your favorite things to plant for Fall and for Spring preparation?
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Two were in one high school marching band together.
Two were in another, though one marched with a flagpole, not an instrument.
All of us attended the same college.
We lived together, or spent enough time together that we might as well have lived together.
One of these women introduced me to the man I love.
The other two questioned me incredulously after witnessing the affair.
We've shared the best of times, and the worst of times.
These are some of my true friends.
Two were in another, though one marched with a flagpole, not an instrument.
All of us attended the same college.
We lived together, or spent enough time together that we might as well have lived together.
One of these women introduced me to the man I love.
The other two questioned me incredulously after witnessing the affair.
We've shared the best of times, and the worst of times.
These are some of my true friends.
the elusive and naughty Mr. Beaver
Do not be deceived by the tales of the heroic Mr. Beaver in C.S. Lewis classic The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. His antics are not limited to goodwill and guiding the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. Mr. Beaver has such a sweet tooth that he has taken to climbing into my garden pot and nibbling my cantaloupe plants to their stems. He also climbs into the tomato pot, possibly for the view, as I observed him perched inside and drooling at the sight of the neighboring fruit plant. He left the tomatoes untouched.
Of course, by the time I retrieved my camera, he scurried away. But mark my words, Mr. Beaver may be the death of my cantaloupe dreams, not the frost.
Do not be deceived by the tales of the heroic Mr. Beaver in C.S. Lewis classic The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. His antics are not limited to goodwill and guiding the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. Mr. Beaver has such a sweet tooth that he has taken to climbing into my garden pot and nibbling my cantaloupe plants to their stems. He also climbs into the tomato pot, possibly for the view, as I observed him perched inside and drooling at the sight of the neighboring fruit plant. He left the tomatoes untouched.
Of course, by the time I retrieved my camera, he scurried away. But mark my words, Mr. Beaver may be the death of my cantaloupe dreams, not the frost.
i (heart) facebook
I've just reconnected with someone from elementary school. Our families crosses paths in a couple of different churches, and we went to a private Christian school together for about 3 years.
Anyway, while most of the people on facebook are about 10 years younger than I, there is a growing segment in my age group who are reconnecting with people. And I am excited to discover that while I may have felt invisible growing up, there are a couple of people (at least) who do actually remember me.
I am learning that childhood growing pains have passed, and now as adults we have far more in common and are doing our best to parent the next generation. There are struggles (like pregnancy loss) which I would never wish upon anybody, but I am somehow comforted by the discovery that I am not alone, others have faced even more difficult circumstances, and God has given them faith to get through.
I am further convinced that God has plans for each of us, to give us hope and a future. Friends and acquaintances may come and go, and sometimes come back again, and He has a purpose in that. Our stories may appear dissimilar, but somehow we may cross paths again, for some reason. We may never know the reasons, either.
Coincidence is when God does something and we happen to notice.
I've just reconnected with someone from elementary school. Our families crosses paths in a couple of different churches, and we went to a private Christian school together for about 3 years.
Anyway, while most of the people on facebook are about 10 years younger than I, there is a growing segment in my age group who are reconnecting with people. And I am excited to discover that while I may have felt invisible growing up, there are a couple of people (at least) who do actually remember me.
I am learning that childhood growing pains have passed, and now as adults we have far more in common and are doing our best to parent the next generation. There are struggles (like pregnancy loss) which I would never wish upon anybody, but I am somehow comforted by the discovery that I am not alone, others have faced even more difficult circumstances, and God has given them faith to get through.
I am further convinced that God has plans for each of us, to give us hope and a future. Friends and acquaintances may come and go, and sometimes come back again, and He has a purpose in that. Our stories may appear dissimilar, but somehow we may cross paths again, for some reason. We may never know the reasons, either.
Coincidence is when God does something and we happen to notice.
Friday, September 14, 2007
a trip to the mall was worth it!
i received a coupon in the mail for $10 off a $30 purchase at the children's place. it expires tomorrow.
i am so pleased with what i found for baby bear that i am going to show it off on here:
you can't have 2 many t-shirts with a toddler who likes to eat, color with chalk and paint. besides, when all the following items were rung up, they were (barely) less than the $30 min needed to use my $10 off coupon. gotta love the spend more/save more requirements!
we got this shirt with brown velvet trim, not red
bear wanted to wear this hat in the store, and protested when she had to take it off.
until i told her that she would not get to go to the play area if she did not settle down. It is sooo soft.
this adorable sweater coat...
it might even fit her next year. it's long, and i bought it in 3T. it is fleece lined.
All this cost me less than $22.
i received a coupon in the mail for $10 off a $30 purchase at the children's place. it expires tomorrow.
i am so pleased with what i found for baby bear that i am going to show it off on here:
you can't have 2 many t-shirts with a toddler who likes to eat, color with chalk and paint. besides, when all the following items were rung up, they were (barely) less than the $30 min needed to use my $10 off coupon. gotta love the spend more/save more requirements!
we got this shirt with brown velvet trim, not red
bear wanted to wear this hat in the store, and protested when she had to take it off.
until i told her that she would not get to go to the play area if she did not settle down. It is sooo soft.
this adorable sweater coat...
it might even fit her next year. it's long, and i bought it in 3T. it is fleece lined.
All this cost me less than $22.
more insomnia
actually, i was sleeping quite well and dreaming strange thoughts when i dreamed that as i went to pick baby bear up from the nursery, i could hear her crying from down the hall. then i realized she erally was crying. that was at 2:38 a.m. she had kicked off her covers, and i think she was a little chilly. i changed her diaper, and sat in the rocking chair with her. oh, i am so grateful for the rocking chair we were able to take off tech mom's hands! i draped a blanket over both of us, and for a few minutes, savored the silence, the depth of her breathing, and the fact that though she woke me up, she was able to rest in my arms. a few minutes later, i tried to put her back in her bed. "rock," she asked. i couldn't resist. we rocked some more. "daddy?" she asked. "he's sleeping." "would you like to go to mommy and daddy's room to try to sleep?" "yeah."
so i carried her down the hall. she actually settled in pretty nicely, but after a few minutes of cuddling, became restless. "do you want to go back to your bed?" i asked. "yeah."
so i laid her gently in her toddler bed, tucked her under the covers with her doll and kitties, and wound her musical giraffe.
on one hand, i am annoyed by my insomnia, as 45 minutes have passed since i laid my little one back down to rest. yet i cherish moments like these. moments which remind me that she is still a baby, and there are times she just needs to know her mommy and daddy are there, no matter what. as she grows up, her ways of expressing that need will change. hopefully, we won't be awakened very frequently. but if we are, and insomnia follows after she has been comforted, so be it. for a few blessed minutes, my baby remained my baby, not the little girl she is so quickly becoming before my eyes.
actually, i was sleeping quite well and dreaming strange thoughts when i dreamed that as i went to pick baby bear up from the nursery, i could hear her crying from down the hall. then i realized she erally was crying. that was at 2:38 a.m. she had kicked off her covers, and i think she was a little chilly. i changed her diaper, and sat in the rocking chair with her. oh, i am so grateful for the rocking chair we were able to take off tech mom's hands! i draped a blanket over both of us, and for a few minutes, savored the silence, the depth of her breathing, and the fact that though she woke me up, she was able to rest in my arms. a few minutes later, i tried to put her back in her bed. "rock," she asked. i couldn't resist. we rocked some more. "daddy?" she asked. "he's sleeping." "would you like to go to mommy and daddy's room to try to sleep?" "yeah."
so i carried her down the hall. she actually settled in pretty nicely, but after a few minutes of cuddling, became restless. "do you want to go back to your bed?" i asked. "yeah."
so i laid her gently in her toddler bed, tucked her under the covers with her doll and kitties, and wound her musical giraffe.
on one hand, i am annoyed by my insomnia, as 45 minutes have passed since i laid my little one back down to rest. yet i cherish moments like these. moments which remind me that she is still a baby, and there are times she just needs to know her mommy and daddy are there, no matter what. as she grows up, her ways of expressing that need will change. hopefully, we won't be awakened very frequently. but if we are, and insomnia follows after she has been comforted, so be it. for a few blessed minutes, my baby remained my baby, not the little girl she is so quickly becoming before my eyes.
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