Mother of Danger and Jubilation

Life

2011-11-10T07:05:00.001-06:00

On this, the 10th day of Thanksgiving, I wanted to say: I am thankful for babies. For life. For every new life and every old life, and for all of us sort of in between somewhere. So, I thought I'd write this to tell you what I think about life.

I am staunchly, solidly and unequivocally pro-life. I'm gonna assume, if you're reading this, you are too. I feel like my identity as a Christian is wrapped up in the issue of life, though the reality probably is: the closer I get to God the more I love life, not vice versa.

I was reading some backlash from an announcement that some family on some reality tv show is having a 20th kid. Wow. 20 kids. And people were ANGRY about it, saying the family was a drain on resources, that the mother was probably in some sort of danger from having so many kids, that the kids were probably ignored, emotionally abused, because, really, how could two people take care of so many kids? All of this could be true, I don't know, I don't watch the show, I don't know this family; what kills me is the attitude that the baby isn't worth it.

If you flip a coin, it has a 50/50 chance of landing heads up. If it lands heads up, most of us feel like it is now more statistically likely to land tails up on the next flip, but the reality is, it is still a 50/50 chance. Even if a coin lands heads up 99 times, that doesn't lower it's probability of landing heads up on the 100th flip, it's still 50% likely. The previous flips don't effect the current one.

Yeah, it's a weird analogy, but that's sort of how I feel about babies. It doesn't matter the circumstances that come before or after the baby, it's that baby that matters. So what if a family has 2 kids or 20? Does the worth of each person in that family decrease with each subsequent child?

Our attitude suggests there is only enough human worth in each family for 2.5 kids. If you have one kid, it is a super worthy kid, if you have two, they are both pretty important, but after that, they matter less and less. What a weird approach.

So, I was going to write more, probably a whole book, about how I feel like the issues of birth control (I'm against), the death penalty (I'm for), veganism (I'm against), and how we take care of our elderly (I'm for) are all linked to the life issue, and discuss other circumstances of conception/birth that people seem to freak out about, but it's 7am and my own 4-year-old baby woke me up at 5:30 this morning, so I'll just leave you with this final thought:

Babies are always worth it. Worth anything. Worth everything.

I am NOT gonna blog...

2011-09-15T13:51:00.001-05:00

...and you can't make me.

Independence Day, our way

2011-07-04T21:42:00.000-05:00

I have to admit...I don't really like fireworks. It's not really the danger or the explosion, it's the noise. So, instead, we decided to do a bonfire.

Sorry, the photo isn't great, but the kiddos loved it, as you can see. It was a fun time, with our friends and family and bratwurst.

I love my babies.

2011-06-25T09:59:00.000-05:00

And that's all I have to say about that.

Jubilee is still here

2011-06-13T19:27:00.000-05:00

In the debacle that is potty training, I have been getting complaints that I am neglecting to post pictures or updates of my Jubilee. Okay, so here are some Jubee pics, to satiate even the most rabid Grandma.

Jubee in the pool. With a hat on. Don't ask me what was going on, I'm just the mom.

Again, pool, diaper, hat. Yeah. Classy, Jubee. It's a good thing you are super cute.

Pretty much my favorite picture of anything in the history of ever.

Yes, that IS dirt in her eye. And all over her face. And all over, well, everything.

Laying in the back of the travel trailer. It's a good place for a nap.

Isn't she a doll, though?

I'm pretty sure these dinosaurs are reenacting "the first kiss" scene

from Gnomeo and Juliette. Really, Jubee? Dinosaurs? Kissing?

Verbatim

2011-06-10T21:59:00.000-05:00

Me: This shirt is not horribly attractive.
Hubs: I think it's attractive.
Me: Just because it's low-cut doesn't necessarily mean it's attractive.
Hubs: Well, I still think it's attractive.
Me: You must have low expectations of attractiveness.
Hubs: Baby, you are my expectation of attractiveness.

I can't tell if I've been insulted or not.

Potty Training 101

2011-06-07T17:41:00.000-05:00

In Dante's Inferno, Dante is guided by Virgil, the Roman poet, through ten concentric circles of Hell. Each circle's sinners are punished in a fashion fitting their crimes. This is the order: First Circle (Limbo), Second Circle (Lust), Third Circle (Gluttony), Fourth Circle (Greed), Fifth Circle (Anger), Sixth Circle (Heresy), Seventh Circle (Violence), Eighth Circle (Fraud), Ninth Circle (Treachery), and culminates in the little-known tenth circle where proud mothers are humbled by eternal potty training.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Potty training week 2

2011-06-03T18:17:00.001-05:00

We seemed to hit a brick wall with potty training this week. It was also a very busy week, I drove to Kansas to help a friend who is moving pack, plus with allergies and the heat and whatnot...well, it was simply nuts. We weren't quite as consistent as we should've been, honestly, and Sammy seemed to prefer being a "baby," showing signs of increased whininess, throwing more fits, and demanding diapers.

I was talking to a friend about it today and she suggested that I just tell Sam that he isn't a baby anymore and that he needs to start using the potty like a big boy, instead of coaxing him and bribing him, I take away the choice and just tell him what my expectations are. So, I did, and we had an amazing turn around today. He's been outside playing in the baby pool off and on most of the afternoon, but in underwear when he's inside, and voluntarily has gone in the potty twice, with NO accidents! He even held it in the pool and went as soon as he got in the house, no questions asked, no bribing, I don't even think I asked if he needed to go! I'm pretty excited.

So, here's Sammy in the pool. Blowing bubbles. In his underwear (I've got a bazillion pairs, do I really need to switch him to trunks in our very isolated backyard? I think not).

Here's a future blackmail picture, Sammy showing off his dinosaur undies. Aren't they cute? I got 'em at H&M when he was 12 months old. I like to plan ahead, I had high hopes that I would be one of those supermoms who had their kid potty trained at 18 months old. Ah, naivete.

It's all gotta be uphill from now on. Right?

Allergies

2011-05-30T14:19:00.000-05:00

Is it possible to OD on bee pollen and nettle leaf tea? I was afraid so, so I bought some Claritin, too. There's two options here 1) nothing works on my allergies, or 2) everything is working and if I wasn't doing all these things, I'd be dead due to seasonal allergies.

In order for this post to NOT be horribly depressing, I'm going to include some cute pictures of Sam that Cam took at the air show.

Oh, and how 'bout a video of Sammy freaking out? Yeah, he loves him some airplanes.

Potty Training mid-week update

2011-05-25T09:26:00.000-05:00

This was not an ideal week to potty train. Everyone in the house has a cold, except me, I have had some horrendous allergy attacks. Ugh. But we are persevering...potty training won't beat me this time!

I read somewhere that tv is terrible during potty training, because they forget what they are doing and just "go." So we have been trying to find things to do around the house in this horrible whether...like looking at the horrible weather.

Sammy has been playing with a lot of blocks.

Yesterday, we went to Columbia to see Ruthie's program for her Bible Study thingy she does.

Sammy got to wear a pull-up instead of undies (yeah, I might be a slacker mom, but I know my limitations). He did "go" on a public potty at the church we were at, but also "went" in his pull-up. That's pretty much how potty training is going overall, the amount of accidents and potty "goes" are breaking even.

I went to sleep with my whole face swollen from allergies, so I slept in late. Well, I didn't "sleep" as much as was unable to open my eyes. My husband came into the bedroom and said, "hey, honey, when do you want to get up?" "Ugh," I moaned, "8?" "Then consider this your wake up call, 30 minutes late." I really need to get a move on and get some undies on Sam. He's getting the wrong idea this very second.

Help.

2011-05-22T14:41:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow is the day we have scheduled for heavy-duty potty training, continuing throughout the next two weeks. We are going to start with Sam, he's gonna pick out big boy undies from the collection he has in his under-utilized underwear drawer (dinosaurs or Cars, who knows?), and he's going to suck it up and potty in the toilet or in his undies. Mom's here to help, which is good, because I need her to hold the babies back while I clean up the many messes I foresee happening.

Anyway, I need help. Prayer. Advice. Meal plans that require no time or energy. In that order.

Good news!

2011-05-17T12:53:00.003-05:00

I stayed up for hours last night, researching napkins for my sister's baby shower. Um, yeah. Seriously. Anyway, at some point early into the night, I got a little distracted and did a quiz on hgtv.com to find out my "organizational personality," whatever that means. Here are the results:

I prefer a moderately organized home. Phew. I'm glad I know that. Wouldn't it be terrible if I never took this quiz, and I never knew what level of organization I'm most comfortable in? Horrific.

Speaking of baby shower, I have a idea for it, but I need empty baby food jars. Lots and lots of them. So, let me know if you can hook me up with some.

Potty training is stinky

2011-05-10T12:34:00.000-05:00

Of all the things I dislike with a vengeance in this world, potty training tops the list. It's terrible and horrible and disgusting. The worst is when people say, "my kid was really easy to potty train. About 2 years old, he/she just started going..." ugh. Even more terrifying is when people say, "I had to carry him/her to the potty every 10 minutes and clean up accidents every 20 minutes for a year until he/she was potty trained," because I know I don't have that kind of patience, and Sammy and Jubee will simply have to be the only otherwise-mentally-competent high schoolers in diapers.

Do they make diapers that big?

At what age will I have to switch from Huggies to Depends?

At least he's cute.

Mother's Day

2011-05-08T20:23:00.001-05:00

Well, it's Mother's Day. I don't have any sweet pics to post or anything important to say today, except Happy Mom's Day to all you moms! A special shout-out to my mom, because while she doesn't read my blog or even have any idea how to get here, she's still the best mom I know.

That's me on the left, and the boys are my brother and my cousin. Aren't we cute? And isn't mom so sweet reading to us?

A couple of funny things Jubee has learned to say recently:
"Hey, what are you doin'?"
"Dang it!"
Uh oh, I'd better learn to watch my language.

And here's a super sweet pic of a super sweet sleeping monkey (or two).

Oh yeah, and we had a garage sale this weekend:

I guess I had more to say than I thought.

Easter

2011-04-27T11:35:00.000-05:00

This Resurrection Day Eve (hey, that's a mouthful) we shared Communion with some of our friends. By Communion, I mean we shared a meal and friendship and fellowship, but we also did the bread and wine thing, too.

Before dinner, though, we did an Easter egg hunt...I thought I'd share some of the pictures my friend Aja took. Sorry, saving these pictures off Facebook and then uploading them on here doesn't really do them justice.

I love Jubee's glare in this picture. Don't you take my pink eggs!

A mouthful of Jelly Beans.

Sammy loves to ham it up for the camera...I think we should've named him Hammy instead.

Apparently, the secret to good pictures is candy. Why didn't I think of that?

Date Night

2011-04-22T09:20:00.000-05:00

Last night was Date Night. We went to Macaroni Grill, cuz that's how we roll. Actually, we went because Cam likes the parking. And I go because I like the crayons.

This is some table art describing what I feel about about Macaroni Grill:

Here is some more:

Here is a portrait Cam did of me:

So, I did a portrait of him:

Here is the world's largest sardine from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs:

The waitress came by while I was taking pictures of our drawings on the table, and asked if we would like her to take a picture of the two of us together. Cam said, "A picture? Of both of us? Together? No, the world might implode from that much coolness." Thus, our streak of picture-less dates goes unbroken.

Killing Two Birds with One Stone

2011-04-21T12:57:00.000-05:00

I don't know about you, but I have a major kitchen cabinet problem. Yes, pots, pans, cutting boards, mason jars, and storage containers all thrown haphazardly into a pile, a big lopsided pile. How do I find anything, you may ask? Digging. How does my slightly OCD mind deal with this problem? Not well.

Today, I identified some of the big problems. One...storage container lids. Two...large kitchen equipment I use once a year. And I came up with a solution.

After spending a couple hours this morning (Exaggeration? Who knows?) on Amazon trying to find solutions, I discovered this and this. I liked the idea, but I can't spend $10-20 on a cheap piece of wood, wire, or plastic, which won't even fit all my lids. Waste o' money, imho. For realz.

Then I came up with a solution!

Yes, the roasting pan I use perhaps once a year is now no longer taking up a whole section of cabinet by itself...it's also organizing my lids.

I'm not sure whether to be proud of myself or sheepish that I didn't think of this before.

A Day at the Park

2011-04-20T10:13:00.000-05:00

Last week, Jubee and I were in Arkansas visiting my grandparents, along with my mother and sisters. My grandma had a (dangerous) playground a few blocks away, so we went for a slide and a swing.

This is my preggo sis and my baby Jubee, swinging away.

This is Mom, hamming it up for the baby. She's pretending to be kicked in the face and Jubee laughs. It's to teach her to be well-adjusted :-/

This is my sister Ruthie.

This is my sister Katie.

This is Katie hanging from the monkey bars. We learned something new this trip: Pregnant ladies shouldn't hang from monkey bars.

I won't show you the pic of Jubee at the ER after she fell off the bridge on the playset.

I changed my mind. Here it is. She's fine.

I'm Back

2011-04-19T14:11:00.000-05:00

I've decided to give up Facebook, but I want to give my friends and family a chance to see pics of my wonderful babies and so on and so forth, so I'll post here occasionally. Okay? Okay.

This week in photos of Jubilee

2010-02-27T08:26:00.000-06:00

Jubilee turned one this week. It also might have been the worst week in her life...

First, she got a mild cold with a very bad fever...she ran 104 for almost 2 days.

Then she got immunizations a couple of days later on her birthday, and blood drawn FROM THE VEIN for a lead test.

And then she burned her hand at the Community Center here on post.

But life's not all bad when you have ice cream to make it better...

Sammy's Clear Word

2009-11-18T12:37:00.000-06:00

A few days ago, my sister Katie made homemade yogurt. There are whole quarts of it in our fridge, unflavored, unsweetened. I've been feeding the babies small amounts with applesauce and what have you, but it's going slooooowly. This morning Katie decided to flavor some. She put it in a blender with some bananas, apples, frozen blueberries, and LOTS of spinach. Yeah, that's what I thought too. Anyway, the result was a more of a smoothie consistency than yogurt consistency, but tasty, if you like yogurt. Sammy does.

He ate two huge bowls full for breakfast, and ignored his homemade granola bar (Katie was a busy lady this morning). Then he drank a HUGE amount with a straw (I didn't want to clean him up again) for lunch, and ignored his pizza. If I didn't have such a hard time getting veggies in him, I'd stop him (I'm thinking about some interesting diapers in his immediate future), but as it is, I'll let him eat that for a few meals.

The funny thing was, at breakfast this morning, he said the clearest word I've ever heard him say. I was in the kitchen, watching him stuff his face. He got all the yogurt out of the bowl he could with a spoon, and then dipped his fingers in and licked his fingers. When he couldn't get anymore out by that method, he lifted the bowl to his mouth and licked it clean. Finally, when there was nothing left to get, he set his bowl down, his face covered in purplish-blue yogurt, dripping down his chin, covering the front of his shirt and pooling into his lap. He smiled a huge purplish-blue grin, and said, "yum."

Well, at least he's learning to express himself.

Just one problem

2009-09-29T10:34:00.001-05:00

I'm having a GREAT morning. The babies didn't wake up until 9am! They are usually up by 7:30...I feel blessed if I get to sleep until 8. But 9am! I haven't slept this late since before Cam left, and it feels good. So then we got up and ate...Jubee had a bottle and Sammy and I had zucchini and onions in scrambled eggs on corn tortillas with cheese and salsa. While I was cooking, I was also brewing a pot of coffee...mmm...warm, delicious coffee. Happy happy joy joy. And then my world came crashing down. No half&half! What was I thinking yesterday? So, I reached in for some milk. No milk! I crashed to my knees, arms raised toward heaven, and bellowed "Nnnnooooooooooooo...!!!" Okay, I didn't really do that. But I was a little disappointed. So I had to use evaporated milk. It's okay, I'll survive. Maybe.

I'm a little worried because today is my first drawing class. I'm teaching drawing to a couple of very talented homeschooled teenagers. My mom is going to babysit, so I think it'll be fun. Or stressful. Whichever. Anyway, I'm excited about it.

The biggest problem so far...typing maniac on Facebook isn't working. Nnnnoooooooooooo....

Drama Kids

2009-09-03T16:36:00.000-05:00

So the funniest thing Sammy has done to date occurred today.

Our friends came over and brought a hand-me-down little plastic basketball hoop. After they left, and he had his nap, we went outside to play with it. He intuitively knew to put the ball into the hoop, but pretty much used the "slam dunk" method exclusively. I tried to show him how to throw the ball at it, but he didn't get it. Afterward, we went in the house, and I decided to turn High School Musical 3 on Netflix Instant Watch, because I remembered that there was basketball playing in it.

Sammy stood in front of the tv and watched the HSM crew sing and dance and play basketball. I was gonna turn off the tv after the first scene with the basketball, but he seemed so enthralled, I left it on. Towards, the end of the movie, an angstful Troy Bolton, upset about having too many choices in life, sings an angstful song, where the room spins and he dramatically throws himself about it.

Sammy watched 2/3rds of the song, and then, little todder-sized basketball in hand, dramatically threw himself to the floor and rolled around, Troy Bolton style.

I guess the end result is that Sammy might not have learned to play basketball from HSM3...but did learn something. I'm not sure I like this development.

Cream of Wheat

2009-09-01T10:20:00.001-05:00

So with the chill in the air, I decided to make Cream of Wheat for breakfast this morning. Here are my morning observations that I will so graciously and humbly share with you.

1. If you put fruit in your Cream of Wheat, which I do, because it is amazing, cut up the fruit and then put it in the bottom of your bowl, and then pour or spoon the hot cereal over it. Doing this instead of adding it to the pot will ensure that while still warmed, it will still have the flavor and texture of fruit, instead of being a slimy goop throughout your cereal. Delicious!

2. Sammy eats Cream of Wheat like the Beast in Disney's "Beauty and the Beast."
Yup, that was him this morning. And while that SEEMS like a normal mom breakfast mess to clean, Cream of Wheat is also grainy and dries to a nearly concrete-like consistency. Ugh.

3. Singing is hard with your mouth full of Cream of Wheat. While thinking about how much Sammy looked the Beast, I started to sing "Something There," and did NOT do a good job. It's just hard to move your mouth around something that goopy and sticky. The good news is, I still do remember all the words to the song!

Now, don't you feel lucky to know all that about me?

I dunno about you guys, but...

2009-08-25T09:20:00.000-05:00

I am SO ready for fall! It's been beautiful here, very cool for a MO August, and our house feels perfect, with just the windows down. There's something so calming about a slightly chilly house, sitting on a comfy chair or couch, and drinking coffee slowly in the mornings. It's so perfect, pretty much my favorite thing. Of course, the 6 month old rolling around the floor squealing, and the 20 month old shrieking and running around her does harsh my mellow somewhat. It's still a good morning.

What is that smell? Ugh, hold on a sec...okay I'm back. How did Sammy get undigested bananas IN his diaper? Oh well, that's a question for another day. Now where was I?

Oh yeah, morning. And fall. And happiness. Another good thing about the year progressing is the return of my hubsy wubsy (don't tell him I called him that, he thinks that's just reserved for our alone times). Yeah, only a few short (:-/) months left, and he'll be home, and our little family unit will be complete again. Yup, it's the American Dream, a mommy, a daddy, 2 kids, a white story and a half with no white picket fence, no dog.

But we are quickly approaching my favorite time of the year...fall! We are going to be BUSY too...next month is a friend's wedding and my sister's birthday, and we are going to try and schedule a shopping time in KC for her birthday, which will be fun. We are going to meet my friend Molly there, too, because it's HER birthday, too, and we are all going to Cheesecake Factory! Yay!

I wonder how soon they will start coming out with fall/Thanksgiving/Christmas themed snack cakes and cookies? Hubs is a sucker for that sort of thing, and he'd love them in his care packages! That's what makes him feel fall-y, too!

Alright, I'm outie! We're gonna walk around the block or three!

Rachael Ray I ain't

2009-08-20T21:12:00.000-05:00

So, our friends, James and Aja, and their three kids came over for dinner tonight. Last time we got together, Aja brought the food and it was tasty and good and not burnt or weird tasting at all. I volunteered to make the food this time thinking, "well, I usually can turn out an edible meal."

My sister Katie and I decided to make pizza, but made two major mistakes. The first mistake was hers. I was going to make a homemade crust but she said she knew of a pre-made that was really good, so we went to get it at the store. They didn't have it, so we picked up something else instead. It looked and tasted like cardboard.

The second mistake was mine. For some reason, I decided that goat cheese would be really good on pizza. It isn't. It tastes like feet.

Beyond that, our oven bakes a little hot, apparently. 6 minutes into a 10 minute long bake, it turned into cajun-blackened pizza.

You know when you leave a shoe store with new shoes, you sometimes put the old shoes in the box so you can walk out of the store with the new shoes? Well, my pizza tasted like I brought home that box and lit it on fire. Yum.

Well, long story not so short, Katie and Gabe went to Wally World and picked up a summer sausage, some cheese, bread, and grapes. It was okay. I'll just eat bread and cheese and pre-cooked meat for the rest of my life.

My life so far

2009-08-19T08:53:00.000-05:00

We've all seen it, the Disney-type live action movies where a small child is pitted against some hardened criminals for some reason (think Home Alone), and his/her only response is to booby trap the house/tree house/backyard/construction site/Central Park in order to escape or teach the criminals a lesson.

There's a specific scene where the criminal opens a door and a hammer swings down and hits him in the face, or something to that effect, or they start to go up stairs and little marbles come pouring down, causing him to fall on his face. That happened to me today.

I was feeding Jubee and my sister came downstairs, leaving the door cracked open. Sammy sees his opening and darts upstairs, while I, innocently, feed the baby in the next room assuming that Sammy is watching Pocoyo. But then I hear tiny fast little pattering coming from upstairs, yeah, Sammy sounds like a cross between mice and an elephant. So, leaving the baby with my sister, I open the door to go up the stairs...

...and...

...I stand horrified, mouth agape, as a ball bounces down the stairs and hits me in the head. Sammy stands at the top of the stairs giggling. Yeah, I'm Joe Pesci and Sammy is McCallay Culkin.

This is a positive evolution of our mother/son relationship, right?

In Dino Veritas

2009-08-16T22:13:00.000-05:00

Yup, so I'm sitting on the couch, on AIM with my sweet hubs, and watching a Sliders episode with my sister and bro-in-law. Cam and I are IMing about the X-Files. And I'm watching a Sliders episode. About dinosaurs. In an alternate universe.

I'm on nerd-overload.

Mornings

2009-08-13T09:54:00.000-05:00

I love mornings. Most mornings anyway. We sit around, eat breakfast at our leisure, watch some inane cartoon, Sammy climbs on the couch (usually in a pretty dangerous manner).

We play. Jubee is starting to eat breakfast with me and Sam, so now I'm cleaning up TWO kids covered in bananas every morning. Nice.

Today, my 11-year-old sister Ruth is over and we are gonna have a Potty Training Day. Now, I know Sammy is too young to "get" it, but we are gonna get him used to the idea by putting him on the potty every 20-30 minutes. If he goes in the potty, we'll give him a treat (I think we have marshmallows). I think this'll be fun, he likes his cheap froggy potty.

All-in-all, lazy mornings and good breakfasts and coffee and messes and lovely wonderful babies make for the beginning of good days! Now, if daddy would just get home....

Glass and Blood

2009-08-11T22:42:00.000-05:00

Well, tonight was exciting!

We had my favorite dinner, pretty much...a good loaf of bread, nice cheese, cold chicken, lots of grapes, and the babies and my sister Katie and brother-in-law Gabe and I sat on a sheet on the living room floor and had a picnic while we watched a movie. We NEVER do that...Sammy was confused, he tried to go into the kitchen to climb into his high chair by himself. Then he just ran around stealing all the grapes off everyone else's plates.

It was very nice until Katie accidentally left her glass when Sammy could get to it. I knew if I demanded it or ran across the room to get it from him, he would throw it or run with it or something else dangerous, so I just said nicely, "Sammy, please give that to Mommy." He still thought it was a game, so he ran with it...straight into a wall. Yup, glass everywhere! So I grabbed him quickly, put him on the couch with my sister, and started picking up pieces of glass. Sammy was giggling at me, so I went to him and said firmly, "you give mommy the glass when she asks," or something to that effect, and I swatted his hand gently. Then I realized there was blood everywhere, and freaked out a bit. Anyway, long story not quite so short, a few small cuts, no real damage, except some stains on Sammy's cute PJ shorts. He also does NOT like band-aids, not even the cute Curious George ones I bought. I had to keep him in the bathtub till he stopped bleeding.

It all sounds really stressful, but it wasn't too bad, mostly because Sammy is pretty cute, even when he's being a stinker butt. He didn't cry once, and made bloody handprints in the tub ON PURPOSE. Stinker butt.

Teaching goal for tomorrow: Obedience. Got any tips?

P.S. This automatic spell checker has had a conniption with my plurals. Who's wrong? I dunno, and I don't really care.

I'm a Blogger!

2009-08-11T09:06:00.000-05:00

I had an epiphany last night.

Someone sent me the link to a blog on Facebook, so I read it. Up until this point I had assumed that blogs were rants about how awful your day was dealing with your snotty kids. Don't get me wrong, I could totally do that, but who would want to read it? No one, that's who. I wouldn't even want to read about it, and they are MY snotty kids. But this blog, the one linked to me last night made me realize that good blogs were not rants, they were a written form of stand-up comedy. Suddenly a new world opened up to me. I realized that all of my friend's blogs that I followed were quirky and funny and even when they had a serious post, it was okay, it was just a break in the fun, not an angstful standard. "I can do that," I said to myself, and here I am.

The funny thing is, I typed in the only blog site I knew and I already had a profile set up...last use dated to April 2008. Huh.

So, you're thinking about following my blog? Well, there are a few things you should know, in no particular order...

1. I am a SLACKER mom, but "slacker mom blog" had already been taken. It's worse than you could imagine.

2. I am a BUSY mom. It has taken me over an hour so far to type this little bit, even though I type 75+ wpm. While I've been typing, I've also been cleaning up breakfast dishes, changing dirty diapers, and putting my 6-month old down for a nap. My 20-month old son is currently trying to figure out a way to wedge himself between the couch and wall, and will probably succeed fairly soon. Nope, he was able to climb onto the back of the couch, and stand on a window sill, where he is hanging from the top of the bottom pane. And now has thrown himself onto the couch. Well, the couch may not survive, but he will, so it's okay.

3. I LOVE Jesus. I will talk about it, and it will probably annoy you if you don't dig that sort of thing. By love, I don't mean that I listen to Christian radio occasionally, and I've never seen "Fireproof" or read "The Shack" but Jesus is pretty much the most important thing in my life, superseding even my relationships with my husband and children.

4. My husband is in the Army, and deployed to Afghanistan. Yup, so I'm an Army Wife.

5. It's been about 4 years since I graduated college, so my grammar and spelling might not be up to par on occasion. Sorry.

Let me break it down for you. I'm a Bible-thumping stay-at-home mom and Army wife. I could not be more of a conservative stereotype, but I hope I don't seem that way.

Uh, oh, better go, Sammy is eating the Pokey Little Puppy book.