It is Friday Morning. Friday:
Do you hear that? It's a chorus of angels, pretty sure, singing "Hallelujah."
The old prime time TV block on ABC, TGIF, used to get a lot of flack in the Christian community for using "The Lord's Name in vain," but I'm pretty sure it wasn't in vain. I think it was (and is) a real, legitimate sentiment. I know I feel it, and I'm not ashamed to say, "Thank God it's Friday!" That's just basic gratitude, my friend, to the Author of Time and Space, specifically in this case, the time and space taken up by weekends. Not that one shouldn't be grateful all the time, obviously, but it is much easier when one's heart beats with the cadence of "the weekend's almost here, the weekend's almost here."
But I digress.
I've been up for about two hours already, and have been reading about the relative health benefits of bacon and which cooking oils are best to use while I drink my coffee and the kids watch Bambi.
I wonder if they make venison bacon. I'd imagine there's not enough fat on a deer belly, but it's worth looking into.
Venison tallow?
Anyway. I need a plan, a plan for making a perfect weekend. First and foremost, I need a plan of something to do with the kiddos today while Cam is at work, but then a plan for something to do when he's home.
Did I ever tell you that I'm not a huge fan of August. I never have been. Something about my birthday month being over, Christmas still so far away, and school either starting or about to start, August was always the most depressing month to me. But, we are officially over halfway through this August, and good riddance, I say. Soon it will be September, the month Fall, my favorite season, begins, the month of birthdays for some of my favorite people.
Well, between being over the hump of August and being nearly finished with this week, I feel like I should be ecstatic, but really I just feel bored. You know that quote, "only boring people get bored?" I tend to think that's the sort of saying that's sort of true, some of the time, but pretty applicable to my current situation. I need something to do.
I suppose the long and the short of all this is: August is boring. But what should I expect from the only month without a "US Federal Holiday or Special Occasion?"
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
On This Day...
Yesterday, Cam was looking at old baby pictures of the kiddos. I warned him how dangerous that was, but he didn't listen. And since I'm easily influenced (by people looking at baby photos anyway), I joined in. Mostly, we were just struck by how different the kids have gotten in the last few years, and I thought I'd share that with you.
This is newborn Sam (with my Daddy):
This is Jubee in August 2010, so stinkin' pretty! She finally got that blond hair in, haha.
This is newborn Sam (with my Daddy):
This is Sam in August 2008. I think, even at just 8 months old, he looked pretty "Sammy," except for those chubby-wubby cheeks. So cute.
This is Sam in August 2009, during his "cranky" phase, when Cam was deployed. I didn't get any good pictures of him from this month.
This is Sam in August 2010. I love sleeping baby/toddler pictures.
This is Sam in August 2011, after Mommy discovered Instagram, much to her friend's and family's chagrin. I love his longer hair.
And this was Sam a couple of days ago. He's so big!
This is newborn Jubee, right after we brought her home from the hospital. It's amazing to me how much she's changed, more so than Sam.
This is Jubee in August 2009, eating her first banana. Oh, happy day!
This is Jubee in August 2010, so stinkin' pretty! She finally got that blond hair in, haha.
This is Jubee in August 2011. I didn't have any non-blurry pictures from this month of her. Haha.
And this is Jubee about a week ago. She still has a love/hate relationship with food, mostly hate.
Just to recap:
Cam disagrees, but actually, all these baby pictures make me NOT want another one. We had a very long "baby" phase with both kids, and a very long "cranky" phase. It took me over 4.5 years to get just one outta diapers, and they are both finally starting to communicate clearly. In fact, I can honestly say, I enjoy the kids more now than ever before. I love their jokes and their personalities and their silly faces. I love that they can finally tell me what's the matter when they are upset. I love that they can pick out their own clothes and sometimes pick up their own toys.
On the other hand, they were dang cute....
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
A Conversation with Jubilee
Jubee: Mom! Happy birfday to you!
Me: Oh, thanks. I mean, it's not my birthday, but thanks anyway.
Jubee: Mom! Happy birfday! Come on!
Me: Okay, just let me finish my chapter.
Jubee: Mom! Come on!
Me: Okay, okay.
Jubee (leading me into the living room): See! Surprise! Happy birfday!
Me: Your animals want to throw me a birthday party?
Jubee: Yup! Present! Happy birfday!
Me: Thanks, Jubee.
Jubee: Cake, Mom?
Me: Oh, thanks. I mean, it's not my birthday, but thanks anyway.
Jubee: Mom! Happy birfday! Come on!
Me: Okay, just let me finish my chapter.
Jubee: Mom! Come on!
Me: Okay, okay.
Jubee (leading me into the living room): See! Surprise! Happy birfday!
Me: Your animals want to throw me a birthday party?
Jubee: Yup! Present! Happy birfday!
Me: Thanks, Jubee.
Jubee: Cake, Mom?
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