Monday, November 14, 2011
Top {12} Tuesday
The current favorite tv shows in our house:
Sesame Street; Vampire Diaries; Spongebob; Boardwalk Empire; Big Time Rush; Clifford the Big Red Dog; Curious George; Hung; Parenthood; The Real World; Pretty Little Liars; Beyblades
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Reid...and the constant getting into what he shouldn’t
Last year, while at Julie’s, Reid told Julie there was a bead in his poop, as he was sitting on the potty. I’m sure Julie was puzzled because first of all, why would a two year old think there was a bead in his poop (even if he swallowed one, why would he think there would be one in his poop??). But sure enough, there was something there. Julie, God love her, dug it out and kept it for me so I could see what it was. It wasn’t a bead. It was actually one of those decorative pebbles that people use to put in vases and such. So after some probing, I found out that he must have gotten into something at Dad & Beth’s that had those pebbles in it (which actually turned out to be a magnetic pebble). “Bead” out. Crisis averted.
Earlier this year Reid told me he had a hanger in his ear. I looked at him and said “Hanger, what do you mean by hanger?” He just stood there looking at me and said “Hanger in my ear”. I thought he was pretty full of it because obviously, he didn’t have a hanger in his ear. So I asked him which ear, he pointed to his left, I bent his head over sideways and there was a screw, perfectly placed sideways far enough down that there was no way I could pull it out with my fingers. I looked up at Rod, he ran and got the tweezers, and Reid just stood there calm as can be. Rod pulled the screw out, with no objections from Reid. After it was all over, I thought “Wow what a photo that would have made.” I mean it was placed perfectly sideways, just laying there waiting for the right moment to slip down in and be lost. “Hanger” out. Crisis averted.
So yesterday, as we were sitting in the dining room, Reid was playing with Gauge’s magnetix. One of those toys that a three year old shouldn't have (and an eleven year old brother should know to not leave laying around). Small pieces, small balls. So I heard something in Reid’s mouth (I have this weird sense of hearing that I can hear something even in the next room and know exactly what the kids have gotten into. I know...weird) and as I asked him what he had in his mouth, he said “I choke”. I freaked. I could tell there was something in his throat. He could breathe. He could talk, but it looked like he was trying to swallow a pill that was stuck in his throat. In just a few seconds, he swallowed it completely. Then I freaked more. He told me what he had swallowed, a small metal ball. I already pretty much knew that’s what it was by the sound it made in his mouth. I think this time, Rod freaked too (which isn’t good because I am the one who freaks out, he is the one who keeps us calm). He was about to grab him and run to the emergency room. Since Reid was no longer choking I asked Rod to wait and I called the nurse at our doctor’s office. After I talked to her, I was relieved. She said it would probably pass through him in the next three days, but I would need to make sure he had no abdominal pain or vomiting. And the ball would need to make it’s way out in the next three days or I would have to call the doctor. So, for the next three days I have poop duty. Yippee for me!
Earlier this year Reid told me he had a hanger in his ear. I looked at him and said “Hanger, what do you mean by hanger?” He just stood there looking at me and said “Hanger in my ear”. I thought he was pretty full of it because obviously, he didn’t have a hanger in his ear. So I asked him which ear, he pointed to his left, I bent his head over sideways and there was a screw, perfectly placed sideways far enough down that there was no way I could pull it out with my fingers. I looked up at Rod, he ran and got the tweezers, and Reid just stood there calm as can be. Rod pulled the screw out, with no objections from Reid. After it was all over, I thought “Wow what a photo that would have made.” I mean it was placed perfectly sideways, just laying there waiting for the right moment to slip down in and be lost. “Hanger” out. Crisis averted.
So yesterday, as we were sitting in the dining room, Reid was playing with Gauge’s magnetix. One of those toys that a three year old shouldn't have (and an eleven year old brother should know to not leave laying around). Small pieces, small balls. So I heard something in Reid’s mouth (I have this weird sense of hearing that I can hear something even in the next room and know exactly what the kids have gotten into. I know...weird) and as I asked him what he had in his mouth, he said “I choke”. I freaked. I could tell there was something in his throat. He could breathe. He could talk, but it looked like he was trying to swallow a pill that was stuck in his throat. In just a few seconds, he swallowed it completely. Then I freaked more. He told me what he had swallowed, a small metal ball. I already pretty much knew that’s what it was by the sound it made in his mouth. I think this time, Rod freaked too (which isn’t good because I am the one who freaks out, he is the one who keeps us calm). He was about to grab him and run to the emergency room. Since Reid was no longer choking I asked Rod to wait and I called the nurse at our doctor’s office. After I talked to her, I was relieved. She said it would probably pass through him in the next three days, but I would need to make sure he had no abdominal pain or vomiting. And the ball would need to make it’s way out in the next three days or I would have to call the doctor. So, for the next three days I have poop duty. Yippee for me!
Here's to Another New Beginning...
I can’t believe I started, kept up on (somewhat), and then just pretty much gave up on keeping up with my blog. So today as I was reading another blog, I came across a website that could turn your blog into a book, Blog2Print. Cool, huh? So now I am totally inspired to start blogging again. I plan on printing the book up to as much of 2010 that I have completed and starting a new book for 2011. Maybe once I have the book in my hand, it will keep me on track for this year.
I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that I stay on track, but a few small reminders here and there couldn't hurt. Hint, hint :)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Ten Tales from Ten Years Ago
I know this is technically 2011, but I found this that I had typed up and planned on posting in 2010. So this is my official
final 2010 post (four months late, lol) I guess that with Gauge’s birthday being two days ago, it made me want to post this even more...
Ten years ago it was the year 2000, and I 22 was years old and...
1. We had survived the Y2K scare, which obviously I wasn’t too worried about because I feel asleep before 10 p.m. on New Years Eve and woke up after midnight to see that the world hadn’t come to an end. I truly think it was a huge hoax to make money.
2. Gauge was born in April. My first pregnancy, my first child, my first boy.
3. I was in my first year of my new job at the Courthouse and knew then how lucky I was to have that job.
4. I thought that 30 was old and I guess somehow thought that my life would end at that point. I wanted to be married, done having children, and comfortable with exactly what I had, so I could be done making any accomplishments...because after all, I would be too old to accomplish anything. Haha! How naive I was. I had no idea how little I knew.
5. I also naively thought that there was no way I could ever love another child as much as I loved my sweet baby Gauge at that time. Although that love for Gauge has never ceased, it’s actually increased by the tons, it’s amazing the room you have in your heart for all the children that call you mom.
6. Less than a mile from my house lived the soon-to-be love of my life (and now husband) and his daughter, Alyssa. We had never met even though we lived in the same small town.
7. George W. Bush won the presidential nomination against Al Gore. I wasn’t too involved at politics at that time, but having a political job sparked my interest, so I was quite disappointed because I, as most of the rest of the Democrats in the county...felt like it was all 'fixed' since he didn't win the most popular votes in the country.
8. I started going to church again more regularly, and I feel that my personal relationship with Jesus Christ was renewed and the seed was planted to make it grow.
9. My Godson Nathaniel passed away the day he was born, on July 11. Michelle & Kris (his parents) lived in Bowling Green at the time, and Nathaniel was born in a hospital up there by emergency c-section, so I never got to see him until at his funeral. He and Gauge would have been a mere 3 months apart in age had Nathaniel lived, and there are still times that I think of what great friends they would have been throughout their lives.
10. I learned that I was much stronger than I knew and that I could make it raising Gauge on my own. We all know it didn’t turn out that way, but for that amount of time, I even surprised myself at how much I was able to do on my own.
final 2010 post (four months late, lol) I guess that with Gauge’s birthday being two days ago, it made me want to post this even more...
Ten years ago it was the year 2000, and I 22 was years old and...
1. We had survived the Y2K scare, which obviously I wasn’t too worried about because I feel asleep before 10 p.m. on New Years Eve and woke up after midnight to see that the world hadn’t come to an end. I truly think it was a huge hoax to make money.
2. Gauge was born in April. My first pregnancy, my first child, my first boy.
3. I was in my first year of my new job at the Courthouse and knew then how lucky I was to have that job.
4. I thought that 30 was old and I guess somehow thought that my life would end at that point. I wanted to be married, done having children, and comfortable with exactly what I had, so I could be done making any accomplishments...because after all, I would be too old to accomplish anything. Haha! How naive I was. I had no idea how little I knew.
5. I also naively thought that there was no way I could ever love another child as much as I loved my sweet baby Gauge at that time. Although that love for Gauge has never ceased, it’s actually increased by the tons, it’s amazing the room you have in your heart for all the children that call you mom.
6. Less than a mile from my house lived the soon-to-be love of my life (and now husband) and his daughter, Alyssa. We had never met even though we lived in the same small town.
7. George W. Bush won the presidential nomination against Al Gore. I wasn’t too involved at politics at that time, but having a political job sparked my interest, so I was quite disappointed because I, as most of the rest of the Democrats in the county...felt like it was all 'fixed' since he didn't win the most popular votes in the country.
8. I started going to church again more regularly, and I feel that my personal relationship with Jesus Christ was renewed and the seed was planted to make it grow.
9. My Godson Nathaniel passed away the day he was born, on July 11. Michelle & Kris (his parents) lived in Bowling Green at the time, and Nathaniel was born in a hospital up there by emergency c-section, so I never got to see him until at his funeral. He and Gauge would have been a mere 3 months apart in age had Nathaniel lived, and there are still times that I think of what great friends they would have been throughout their lives.
10. I learned that I was much stronger than I knew and that I could make it raising Gauge on my own. We all know it didn’t turn out that way, but for that amount of time, I even surprised myself at how much I was able to do on my own.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Some things should never be tossed
...and never will if I have anything to do with it. I am at this very moment, currently taking on an exceptionally challenging, pain in the hiney, domestic task of preparing and tagging items for our annual yard sale. I’ve been going to the basement and little by little, cleaning things aka toys out.
You know how you go along, or at least I do, happily piling and stashing and rearranging, over and over and over again, until one day you wake up and there's a team from A&E's Hoarder's at your front door? Ok so they’ve never been to my house, but I think Rod secretly has them on speed dial for that moment when I go over the edge. My “hoarding” has been justified and rationalized by me as “everything I keep is sentimental”. Ok, ok I know. But it sounds like the right thing to say. Haha.
Ok so, I am not even close to getting everything cleaned out, but I am having these little moments of baby Gauge-ness because I’m finding things that were so near and dear to him when he was a wee one.
The grocery cart, keys, and golf game. Oh the flood of memories that comes back of chubby toddler. Gauge pushing around the grocery cart with the kiddos I used to babysit playing store. Gauge dragging around those keys and pushing the buttons over and over until the batteries went dead (or sounded like something was dying when he pushed the button). And Gauge playing putt-putt with his very first video game to play on the television. Fact is, at the age of three, he could whip anyone’s hiney in a game of putt-putt so when he got this game, he would get so frustrated that he couldn’t win every time. That was a valuable lesson for him to learn the hard way at the ripe old age of three. So for those, ahem...no names will be named lol, who believe I should end up on an episode of Hoarders, here’s to the sentimental treasures found in the middle of my cluttered paradise. I will treasure them forever, because they each have a story to tell.
Here's to sentimental treasures found in the midst of a hoarder's paradise. And to the simple and fine art of saving our stories.
You know how you go along, or at least I do, happily piling and stashing and rearranging, over and over and over again, until one day you wake up and there's a team from A&E's Hoarder's at your front door? Ok so they’ve never been to my house, but I think Rod secretly has them on speed dial for that moment when I go over the edge. My “hoarding” has been justified and rationalized by me as “everything I keep is sentimental”. Ok, ok I know. But it sounds like the right thing to say. Haha.
Ok so, I am not even close to getting everything cleaned out, but I am having these little moments of baby Gauge-ness because I’m finding things that were so near and dear to him when he was a wee one.
The grocery cart, keys, and golf game. Oh the flood of memories that comes back of chubby toddler. Gauge pushing around the grocery cart with the kiddos I used to babysit playing store. Gauge dragging around those keys and pushing the buttons over and over until the batteries went dead (or sounded like something was dying when he pushed the button). And Gauge playing putt-putt with his very first video game to play on the television. Fact is, at the age of three, he could whip anyone’s hiney in a game of putt-putt so when he got this game, he would get so frustrated that he couldn’t win every time. That was a valuable lesson for him to learn the hard way at the ripe old age of three. So for those, ahem...no names will be named lol, who believe I should end up on an episode of Hoarders, here’s to the sentimental treasures found in the middle of my cluttered paradise. I will treasure them forever, because they each have a story to tell.
Here's to sentimental treasures found in the midst of a hoarder's paradise. And to the simple and fine art of saving our stories.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
It's been a long time...
It's been almost two months since my last post. Seriously where does two months go? It's time to get back on track. So since I seemed to skip right over Gauge's birthday, those will be my next posts.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Happy Birthday to our sweet baby Reid
Dear Reid,
And so comes the dreaded birthday...birthday number two. I know with Gauge I was extremely excited for his second birthday, but this time, with you, I know better. After you are two, the “baby” is gone. I learned that the hard way with Gauge and I have been silently preparing myself for this day since the day after your first birthday. It is no longer acceptable to count your age in months instead of years. It is no longer appropriate for you to have a pacifier (which you still do). It is time to start potty training. You are saying new words every day, sometimes several a day. You are less and less wanting held, and more and more saying “dow” (down). I dropped you off in your Reign Forest room at church on Sunday for the very first time and you didn’t cry; you didn’t even look back. You are feeding yourself with your own silverware. You are learning to put on your own shoes. I could go on and on. But I won’t. Mostly because my eyes are already so filled with tears the computer screen in blurry.
I have come to grips with the fact that you may be my last baby. The last baby I nurse, the last baby I rock, the last baby I cuddle in bed, the last baby I pull against me just so I can smell the baby smell, the last baby that smiles at me, the last baby to say mama (even though you don’t say it very often). Since you were so planned and so wished & prayed for, I made a promise to myself, right then and there when I saw the little pink plus sign, that I would cherish each and every moment I have with you. There have been moments, of course, that I will admit that I haven”t kept that promise. Those moments when you are having a meltdown, or throwing a tantrum, or just being difficult, are that easy to cherish, but when I think about them after, I realize that those moments should be cherished, too. Those moments are proof of you growing, becoming more independent, wanting to communicate more, and needing me less. I look at Gauge and wonder where ten years have gone, and although I look at you and it’s only been 1/5 of that amount of time, I just can’t believe it’s been two years since I held you for the first time, so tiny, so new, so fresh from God. It truly does seem like it was just yesterday, ok well maybe not yesterday, but a very short time ago. I don’t want you to grow up. I want time to stop, or at least drag by. I don’t want to blink. If I do, you will be walking to school tomorrow. The time is just going too fast.
The message in church on Sunday was a reminder of all the things I want in myself for your mother. And I’ve thought about that a lot since I walked out of church Sunday morning. I want you to grow up, and look back on your childhood and think of me as the best mother you could have asked for. I’m not saying in any way that I am perfect. I will never pretend to be. And I will never expect you to think I am. But I want you to know you are loved each and every day of your life. And I want you to know that each and every decision I make in my life is because of you and Gauge. I want you to grow and have the best life possible, and I want to give you that foundation. So when you are old enough to read this for yourself, please know that I love you more than I will ever be able to express to you. You are my miracle, my wish upon a star, my perfect boy.
Love, Mama
And so comes the dreaded birthday...birthday number two. I know with Gauge I was extremely excited for his second birthday, but this time, with you, I know better. After you are two, the “baby” is gone. I learned that the hard way with Gauge and I have been silently preparing myself for this day since the day after your first birthday. It is no longer acceptable to count your age in months instead of years. It is no longer appropriate for you to have a pacifier (which you still do). It is time to start potty training. You are saying new words every day, sometimes several a day. You are less and less wanting held, and more and more saying “dow” (down). I dropped you off in your Reign Forest room at church on Sunday for the very first time and you didn’t cry; you didn’t even look back. You are feeding yourself with your own silverware. You are learning to put on your own shoes. I could go on and on. But I won’t. Mostly because my eyes are already so filled with tears the computer screen in blurry.
I have come to grips with the fact that you may be my last baby. The last baby I nurse, the last baby I rock, the last baby I cuddle in bed, the last baby I pull against me just so I can smell the baby smell, the last baby that smiles at me, the last baby to say mama (even though you don’t say it very often). Since you were so planned and so wished & prayed for, I made a promise to myself, right then and there when I saw the little pink plus sign, that I would cherish each and every moment I have with you. There have been moments, of course, that I will admit that I haven”t kept that promise. Those moments when you are having a meltdown, or throwing a tantrum, or just being difficult, are that easy to cherish, but when I think about them after, I realize that those moments should be cherished, too. Those moments are proof of you growing, becoming more independent, wanting to communicate more, and needing me less. I look at Gauge and wonder where ten years have gone, and although I look at you and it’s only been 1/5 of that amount of time, I just can’t believe it’s been two years since I held you for the first time, so tiny, so new, so fresh from God. It truly does seem like it was just yesterday, ok well maybe not yesterday, but a very short time ago. I don’t want you to grow up. I want time to stop, or at least drag by. I don’t want to blink. If I do, you will be walking to school tomorrow. The time is just going too fast.
The message in church on Sunday was a reminder of all the things I want in myself for your mother. And I’ve thought about that a lot since I walked out of church Sunday morning. I want you to grow up, and look back on your childhood and think of me as the best mother you could have asked for. I’m not saying in any way that I am perfect. I will never pretend to be. And I will never expect you to think I am. But I want you to know you are loved each and every day of your life. And I want you to know that each and every decision I make in my life is because of you and Gauge. I want you to grow and have the best life possible, and I want to give you that foundation. So when you are old enough to read this for yourself, please know that I love you more than I will ever be able to express to you. You are my miracle, my wish upon a star, my perfect boy.
Love, Mama
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wordless Wednesday...24 months of Reid
1. month 1, 2. month 2, 3. month 3, 4. month 4, 5. month 5, 6. month 6, 7. month 7, 8. month 8, 9. month 9, 10. month 10, 11. month 11, 12. month 12, 13. month 13, 14. month 14, 15. month 15, 16. month 16, 17. month 17, 18. month 18, 19. month 19, 20. month 20, 21. month 21, 22. month 22, 23. month 23, 24. month 24
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Top Twelve {Tuesday}
Top 12 Things Reid says or does that make Reid, Reid
1. IMG_7400, 2. elmo's world, 3. January_016, 4. bababooey, 5. what-happens-in-vegas, 6. IMG_7927, 7. IMG_7926, 8. cookie monster, 9. Hot!, 10. IMG_7925, 11. Beavis and Butthead 007, 12. IMG_7928
1. "Cuppy" (as Reid says it) is now a bedtime necessity
2. He can be two rooms away and when the Elmo's World Theme song plays, his eyes get huge, he says "Ooooo" and goes running for the television.
3. Every dog's name is "Geega" (which is what he calls Guido)
4. He says "Baba Booey" as plain as day, which is completely embarrassing for me when he yells that out in public since Baba Booey is from the Howard Stern show, but Rod loves it! (Watch the video below. Listen closely, he says it quite clearly right when the video starts.)
5. "What Happens in Vegas" has been playing on HBO all month, and I think it must be a sign that I've watched it too many times since each time it comes on, Reid gets excited and stops what he's doing to watch the movie, and if I try to turn the channel, he gets mad.
6. He giggles as I put on his rain boots and then walks around the house in them constantly.
7. He loves to put a blanked over his head and walk around, and even though he usually runs right into something and trips over everything, he giggles and keeps on going.
8. The way he says "Cooooookkkkkieeeee" in a deep voice for Cookie Monster. A toy he has says it the same way and now each and every time he sees Cookie Monster (or any other Sesame Street character) he says it that way.
9. He used to call all trucks "Big". Now they are called "Pete's" (he calls himself Pete). And motorcycles are "Vroom Vroom".
10. Gauge chases Reid and says "I'm.......gonna......get......YOU!" And as soon as Gauge says "I'm..." Reid is screaming and giggling and running toward Rod or I to save him."
11. When he thinks something is humorous, but not funny enough for a full belly laugh, he does this this little "Huh, huh...huh" laugh like Butthead from the old MTV show Beavis & Butthead which I'm sure EVERYONE who is around my age remembers. Now we're just waiting for him to say "That was cool, Beavis".
12. He HAS to dump each and every car out onto the floor before he can play with any of them.
1. IMG_7400, 2. elmo's world, 3. January_016, 4. bababooey, 5. what-happens-in-vegas, 6. IMG_7927, 7. IMG_7926, 8. cookie monster, 9. Hot!, 10. IMG_7925, 11. Beavis and Butthead 007, 12. IMG_7928
1. "Cuppy" (as Reid says it) is now a bedtime necessity
2. He can be two rooms away and when the Elmo's World Theme song plays, his eyes get huge, he says "Ooooo" and goes running for the television.
3. Every dog's name is "Geega" (which is what he calls Guido)
4. He says "Baba Booey" as plain as day, which is completely embarrassing for me when he yells that out in public since Baba Booey is from the Howard Stern show, but Rod loves it! (Watch the video below. Listen closely, he says it quite clearly right when the video starts.)
5. "What Happens in Vegas" has been playing on HBO all month, and I think it must be a sign that I've watched it too many times since each time it comes on, Reid gets excited and stops what he's doing to watch the movie, and if I try to turn the channel, he gets mad.
6. He giggles as I put on his rain boots and then walks around the house in them constantly.
7. He loves to put a blanked over his head and walk around, and even though he usually runs right into something and trips over everything, he giggles and keeps on going.
8. The way he says "Cooooookkkkkieeeee" in a deep voice for Cookie Monster. A toy he has says it the same way and now each and every time he sees Cookie Monster (or any other Sesame Street character) he says it that way.
9. He used to call all trucks "Big". Now they are called "Pete's" (he calls himself Pete). And motorcycles are "Vroom Vroom".
10. Gauge chases Reid and says "I'm.......gonna......get......YOU!" And as soon as Gauge says "I'm..." Reid is screaming and giggling and running toward Rod or I to save him."
11. When he thinks something is humorous, but not funny enough for a full belly laugh, he does this this little "Huh, huh...huh" laugh like Butthead from the old MTV show Beavis & Butthead which I'm sure EVERYONE who is around my age remembers. Now we're just waiting for him to say "That was cool, Beavis".
12. He HAS to dump each and every car out onto the floor before he can play with any of them.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Hello Monday...
This week is...
Presidents day, a day off from school and work.
A weather radar map showing big amounts of snow headed our way.
School called off for tomorrow already.
Fat Tuesday party at work, I'm making my famous pink dip.
Ash Wednesday, and I still haven't decided what I am going to give up for Lent.
Finish the planning of Reid's birthday party.
To Canton Wednesday to get the remaining party supplies.
Hopefully to see Kristine & Angel's babies.
Putting in a Senior photo order.
Possibly taking the boys to Elmo live on Friday (if Lindsey can get tickets).
Reid's big 2nd birthday Sesame Street party.
Most evenings free this week, but still so much to do.
Baking cookies for our neighbors for all the snowblowing Joe has done for us.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Snow, snow, and more snow...
Last week we were warned of the looming snow storm that was headed our direction. We listened to the weather report, watched the radar, and prayed (well, Gauge prayed) for a snow day. The meteorologists claimed we would be getting around a foot of snow. Ya, right (as I rolled my eyes). Every single bit of now we have gotten this season has been less that what they claimed we would receive. So pretty much I have a “I’ll believe it when I see it” policy with the snow. But I couldn’t help being excited about the thought of a foot of snow. I can’t remember there being a foot of snow on the ground, and I guess the official date of the last time this county has seen a foot of snow was March of 1993.
Friday came and up until about 2 p.m. there wasn’t much going on outside except a few flurries. But, after that, the weather went crazy. The ground was covered almost instantly with a blanket of snow. When I left work at 4:30, it was snowing harder than I’ve seen in a long time. The flakes were huge and heavy and by the time I walked the half block to my car, my hair was soaking wet. The parking lot was covered, the cars were covered, and there was already a few inches on the ground.
It’s funny to me the way people act when we do get some snow. They act like they’ve never seen it before. On Thursday, the grocery stores were packed like people were storing up for the end of time. On Friday, before any snow had fallen, they sent home almost every school in our county. After work it took me about 40 minutes to get home, which is double what it usually does, and not because the snow was that bad, it was because people think that it is necessary to drive 15mph through town on the main roads. I mean, come on people, WE LIVE IN OHIO! It snows every year, usually several decent sized snow storms, and yet, it seems as if some of these people on the roads have never driven in the snow.
It continued to snow pretty much consistently through Friday evening and all night. When I got up Saturday morning and looked outside, I couldn’t believe my eyes! We really did get a foot of snow. And it was still snowing. I couldn’t wait to get the boys outside and take some photos of them in the snow.
So after lunch, we bundled up, and headed on outside. Reid had never been out in the snow, so this was a really big deal to him. He was so excited to play in it. He kept picking up big pieces of snow/ice and carrying them around. We got his new sled he got for Christmas out and I pulled him up and down the alley and he kept giggling so loud.
Gauge invited one of his friends over and they wrestled around in the snow and threw snowballs at each other. Both boys love playing in the snow. And I love the snow. But Rod hates the snow, and I mean HATES the snow. He hates all of it, the cold, the shoveling, the snow…all of it. But we are very lucky to have Joe as our next door neighbor, because while we were all out playing, Joe used his snowblower and did our sidewalks for us. He (and his wife) are some of the best neighbors we could ask for.
Gauge and his buddy stayed outside for quite a while, but I knew it was time to take Reid in. His poor little face was bright red and his hands had to be frozen. So when I picked him up to take him inside, the temper tantrum began. He screamed like a fire siren. And kept screaming while I got him undressed. But the funny thing is that I took him upstairs for a nap right after that and I think it took him all of five minutes to fall asleep. I think the snow got the best of him.
Overall, I would say we are a house that loves the snow (and even though Rod claims he hates it, he sure seemed to enjoy playing in it with the boys and the dogs).
It continued to snow all week. Gauge was so thrilled...three snow days on one week! The best part for him was going to Tanner’s house on Tuesday. My friend, Julie, is so nice to let Gauge come over on snow days to play with Tanner. They had a blast, digging in the snow and having snowball fights, and I have to say, Gauge sleeps better after he spends the day at Julie’s house than he does any other day.
Friday came and up until about 2 p.m. there wasn’t much going on outside except a few flurries. But, after that, the weather went crazy. The ground was covered almost instantly with a blanket of snow. When I left work at 4:30, it was snowing harder than I’ve seen in a long time. The flakes were huge and heavy and by the time I walked the half block to my car, my hair was soaking wet. The parking lot was covered, the cars were covered, and there was already a few inches on the ground.
It’s funny to me the way people act when we do get some snow. They act like they’ve never seen it before. On Thursday, the grocery stores were packed like people were storing up for the end of time. On Friday, before any snow had fallen, they sent home almost every school in our county. After work it took me about 40 minutes to get home, which is double what it usually does, and not because the snow was that bad, it was because people think that it is necessary to drive 15mph through town on the main roads. I mean, come on people, WE LIVE IN OHIO! It snows every year, usually several decent sized snow storms, and yet, it seems as if some of these people on the roads have never driven in the snow.
It continued to snow pretty much consistently through Friday evening and all night. When I got up Saturday morning and looked outside, I couldn’t believe my eyes! We really did get a foot of snow. And it was still snowing. I couldn’t wait to get the boys outside and take some photos of them in the snow.
So after lunch, we bundled up, and headed on outside. Reid had never been out in the snow, so this was a really big deal to him. He was so excited to play in it. He kept picking up big pieces of snow/ice and carrying them around. We got his new sled he got for Christmas out and I pulled him up and down the alley and he kept giggling so loud.
Gauge invited one of his friends over and they wrestled around in the snow and threw snowballs at each other. Both boys love playing in the snow. And I love the snow. But Rod hates the snow, and I mean HATES the snow. He hates all of it, the cold, the shoveling, the snow…all of it. But we are very lucky to have Joe as our next door neighbor, because while we were all out playing, Joe used his snowblower and did our sidewalks for us. He (and his wife) are some of the best neighbors we could ask for.
Gauge and his buddy stayed outside for quite a while, but I knew it was time to take Reid in. His poor little face was bright red and his hands had to be frozen. So when I picked him up to take him inside, the temper tantrum began. He screamed like a fire siren. And kept screaming while I got him undressed. But the funny thing is that I took him upstairs for a nap right after that and I think it took him all of five minutes to fall asleep. I think the snow got the best of him.
Overall, I would say we are a house that loves the snow (and even though Rod claims he hates it, he sure seemed to enjoy playing in it with the boys and the dogs).
It continued to snow all week. Gauge was so thrilled...three snow days on one week! The best part for him was going to Tanner’s house on Tuesday. My friend, Julie, is so nice to let Gauge come over on snow days to play with Tanner. They had a blast, digging in the snow and having snowball fights, and I have to say, Gauge sleeps better after he spends the day at Julie’s house than he does any other day.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Sunday Sum-up
This week was...
My new medicine making me extremely sick, spending lots of time with my head in the toilet...yuck!
First Wednesday...it was so meaningful because it was so helpful to my good friend Julie
Gauge going to First Wednesday since there was no XOO
Gauge got an A++ on his Science test and Spelling test. He just keeps getting better!!!
Date Night Thursday at the roadhouse.
Boys sleepover at Meme's on Thursday.
Huge snow storm rolls in Friday afternoon and although it's usually a huge hoax, the weathermen were right.
We woke up to a foot, yes, a foot, of snow Saturday.
Gauge had a snow playdate with Erik & went to his house to play after.
Reid's first time playing in the snow.
Seeing the kindness in our neighbors as Joe used his snowblower on our sidewalk, a job that would have taken hours without him.
Played Disney Wheel of Fortune with Gauge.
Valentine's Photo Shoot.
Ordered Reid's birthday cupcakes.
Reid saying "peas" (please), "Melmo" (Elmo), and "There he is" for the first time.
Khloe's 10th Birthday Party.
Dad's birthday dinner.
Rod with the guys for the Superbowl.
Gauge sleepover at Dad & Beth's today.
My new medicine making me extremely sick, spending lots of time with my head in the toilet...yuck!
First Wednesday...it was so meaningful because it was so helpful to my good friend Julie
Gauge going to First Wednesday since there was no XOO
Gauge got an A++ on his Science test and Spelling test. He just keeps getting better!!!
Date Night Thursday at the roadhouse.
Boys sleepover at Meme's on Thursday.
Huge snow storm rolls in Friday afternoon and although it's usually a huge hoax, the weathermen were right.
We woke up to a foot, yes, a foot, of snow Saturday.
Gauge had a snow playdate with Erik & went to his house to play after.
Reid's first time playing in the snow.
Seeing the kindness in our neighbors as Joe used his snowblower on our sidewalk, a job that would have taken hours without him.
Played Disney Wheel of Fortune with Gauge.
Valentine's Photo Shoot.
Ordered Reid's birthday cupcakes.
Reid saying "peas" (please), "Melmo" (Elmo), and "There he is" for the first time.
Khloe's 10th Birthday Party.
Dad's birthday dinner.
Rod with the guys for the Superbowl.
Gauge sleepover at Dad & Beth's today.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Things I Love Thursday - Lovin the Little People
Going along with my wish for the vintage Sesame Street Little People set for Reid, I came across all these vintage Little People that I actually owned when I was a little girl. The Little People house was at my Aunt Jo's and I played with it each and every time I went there to visit. I get so excited when I see anything vintage, so I get super excited when I see vintage toys that I played with when I was little. Which brings me to the present. Reid loves his little people, too. The people are much chubbier than the ones I played with and they are all plastic, as opposed to my wooden head people. The sets from, oh say 20+ years ago weren't as fancy as the ones now, but the barn door moo'd when you opened it, and the doorbell rang when you pushed it. That's about the extent of the high tech features of the vintage sets. The new sets, however, sing, talk, and make all kinds of sounds. They are so sweet. Reid got a ton of Little People and Little People sets for Christmas, and I think I was just as excited as he was when he opened them. Looking at these photos below have taught me one thing...not one piece of the little people that we currently own will be thrown away, put in a yard sale, or otherwise gotten rid of. Rod will love that by the way. He already thinks I'm a packrat, haha! I wish so much that I still had my Little People so my kids could see them. So I want my kids to have theirs, for their children aka my grandchildren (gulp!), to play with when they are at Meme's (that will be me someday). It's funny the things you think about and the memories that return just by seeing some old photographs and toys.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Haiti
I gave up watching the news a couple of years ago. Weird, I know for someone who has the job I do, but actually, that is exactly why I made the choice I did. I see so many disgusting, horrible things that sometimes bring me to tears. So watching the news was just an addition to that. Murder, rape, despair. That's all that is shown on the news anymore. The Jessie Davis murder here at home, the Jaycee Dugard story in California, the Mammone murders again here at home...are just some of those cases that remind me over and over...turn off the television, Jess. I am a mother and as a mother, those things bother me, and I mean deeply bother me. Sometimes so much that it's difficult to sleep. But as I say all of this, I find myself stuck in front of the television each time something about the terrible disaster in Haiti is shown on tv. Oh my heart just breaks for them. I want to bring all of those children into this home and help them. Again, the mom in me comes out.
An old Elder-Beerman friend of mine posted on her facebook page, "I always wanted to be married to a superhero." Her husband, Mark, and some of his friends boarded a plane to Haiti to help. If you can take some time to add him to your prayers, I'm sure Susi would appreciate it. Although I have never met her husband, I have to agree with her, I think she did marry a superhero. It is amazing to me the sacrifice he is making. What an amazing man he must be. Thank God there are people who give more of themselves that are asked.
An old Elder-Beerman friend of mine posted on her facebook page, "I always wanted to be married to a superhero." Her husband, Mark, and some of his friends boarded a plane to Haiti to help. If you can take some time to add him to your prayers, I'm sure Susi would appreciate it. Although I have never met her husband, I have to agree with her, I think she did marry a superhero. It is amazing to me the sacrifice he is making. What an amazing man he must be. Thank God there are people who give more of themselves that are asked.
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