Look, he's saying hi! Or maybe he's saying, "Stop bugging me!"
Profile
vertical 3-d profile. He's got his left hand up in a salute.
Nice straight foot and leg! We like straight feet after everything with William's clubbed feet.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Ultrasound
Yesterday I had what should be my last ultrasound for this pregnancy. This was the follow up ultrasound from the last one to make sure that there wasn't anymore "bright bowel," and everything looks good! We also decided to go ahead and find out the gender, and it's a boy! Yay for boys! :) I had kind of hoped for another girl, but William is quite satisfied. He's been sure for a while that it would be a boy. Aaron and Leonora kept their opinions to themselves! Anyway, here are some pictures! They aren't the greatest quality since I don't have a scanner. These are all pictures of pictures, but hopefully you get the idea!
Look, he's saying hi! Or maybe he's saying, "Stop bugging me!"
Profile
vertical 3-d profile. He's got his left hand up in a salute.
Nice straight foot and leg! We like straight feet after everything with William's clubbed feet.
Look, he's saying hi! Or maybe he's saying, "Stop bugging me!"
Profile
vertical 3-d profile. He's got his left hand up in a salute. Nice straight foot and leg! We like straight feet after everything with William's clubbed feet.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Happy Birthday Renee
Saturday was Renee's birthday. Things have been really crazy around here lately with dentists, doctors, etc. I intended to post something special on her birthday, but just didn't get a chance last week. Unfortunately, I don't have the time right now either! I've got a midwife appointment and an ultrasound today. But I thought I should at least post something brief about her birthday. We went to the gravesite and talked about her and then had cake and ice cream at my parent's house. I'll post more with pictures later!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Second-hand smoke
My whole apartment smells like cigarette smoke. It started in the bathroom of all places. The bathroom is right in the middle of the apartment and has no windows or doors to the outside. I first noticed it Friday night. I closed the door and left the vent on overnight in hopes it would be better in the morning. Nope. If anything, it was worse. Then I found out that the vent doesn't even go outside. It's re-circulating, so it just blew the air back into the room. Tell me, what is the point of these kind of vents? Can that even be called a vent? I went to my parents house for most of the day yesterday. Someone told me that vinager will get the smell out, so I left a bowl of vinager in the bathroom and once more closed the door. When I got home, it smelled like smoke and vinager, and the rest of my apartment was beginning to smell like an old hotel room. It's just been getting worse. The people who live below me are smokers, so I can only assume it's coming from them, but I don't know how it's getting into my home! I haven't had doors or windows open. It's aweful. I really need to move.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Q&A from Heidi
Q: What kind of advice would you give to those around you trying to comfort you?
A: This is a hard question to answer, but also an important one. What makes it difficult to answer is that at different times, I've needed different things, and it's difficult to predict what I will need in the future.
It's a richly illustrated story about Grandy. Grandy has suffered a loss. Her loss is never described, but it really doesn't matter, because every loss is significant to the one who experiences it. Grandy's grief is compared to making soup. This soup is mostly comprised of her tears. There's a page that shows different friends showing up to "help" Grandy. And another where a friend calls to tell Grandy about her terrible experience. While her friends certainly care about her, and are doing their best to help, what Grandy really needs is her one friend who will sit and listen to Grandy. This one friend is named Midge. Midge listens to Grandy and eats her soup with her. She also helps get Grandy out of the house, but doesn't expect her to get over her loss. She allows Grandy to have her experience and simply supports her through her loss. Midge is the friend that every grieving person needs. At the end of the book, there are lists of things to do if you are the "cook" or a friend of the cook, a child or a male chef. I found these lists online at this site. Here is the one for friends:
All these things have been helpful to me at some point, and I think they are good general rules to follow. Although my pot of soup has gotten closer to being done, I still have a lot of things to get through. I think the thing that helps me best is when people don't assume I am done grieving. Or tell me that I should be. I don't expect people to understand what I continue to experience, but I like to know that people want to understand. I think sometimes people are afraid to ask questions. They are afraid it will be hurtful to remember, but what I've needed is for Renee to be remembered. I have very little proof of her existance here, so it's very important for me to know that someone else does remember her.
A: This is a hard question to answer, but also an important one. What makes it difficult to answer is that at different times, I've needed different things, and it's difficult to predict what I will need in the future. When we lost Renee, the social worker at the hospital recommended a book to us called Tear Soup. Since then, I've recommended it to several people. I really love this book, and think everyone should read it. It talks about grief in simple and general terms that are easy to understand even for a child. It's also short, so it's easy to get through even for those who aren't the best of readers. And it has pictures!
It's a richly illustrated story about Grandy. Grandy has suffered a loss. Her loss is never described, but it really doesn't matter, because every loss is significant to the one who experiences it. Grandy's grief is compared to making soup. This soup is mostly comprised of her tears. There's a page that shows different friends showing up to "help" Grandy. And another where a friend calls to tell Grandy about her terrible experience. While her friends certainly care about her, and are doing their best to help, what Grandy really needs is her one friend who will sit and listen to Grandy. This one friend is named Midge. Midge listens to Grandy and eats her soup with her. She also helps get Grandy out of the house, but doesn't expect her to get over her loss. She allows Grandy to have her experience and simply supports her through her loss. Midge is the friend that every grieving person needs. At the end of the book, there are lists of things to do if you are the "cook" or a friend of the cook, a child or a male chef. I found these lists online at this site. Here is the one for friends:If your friend is the one who is making tear soup
~Be there for your friend, even when you don't understand.
~Be a source of comfort by listening, laughing, and crying.
~Stick close to your friend and defend their right to grieve.
~Allow your friend to make mistakes... or at least to grieve differently from the way you would grieve.
~Send flowers. Send money if you know this would help.
~Send cards. The message doesn't need to be long. Just let them know you haven't forgotten them. Send one every few weeks for a while.
~Call your friend. Don't worry about being a bother. Let your friend tell you if they don't want to talk about their loss right now.
~Answering machines and e-mail are great ways to keep in touch, allowing the bereaved person to respond only when they feel up to it.
~Try to anticipate what your friend may need. Bereaved persons sometimes don't know what to ask for.
~Avoid offering easy answers and platitudes. This only invalidates the grief. Be patient. Don't try to rush your friend through their grief.
~Give your friend permission to grieve in front of you. Don't change the subject or tell them not to cry or act uncomfortable when they do cry.
~Ask them questions. But don't tell them how they should feel.
~Invite your friend to attend events together, as you normally would. Let them decide if they don't want to attend.
~Don't assume because your friend is having a good day that it means they are over their loss.
~Be mindful of holidays, birthdays and anniversaries.
~Be a source of comfort by listening, laughing, and crying.
~Stick close to your friend and defend their right to grieve.
~Allow your friend to make mistakes... or at least to grieve differently from the way you would grieve.
~Send flowers. Send money if you know this would help.
~Send cards. The message doesn't need to be long. Just let them know you haven't forgotten them. Send one every few weeks for a while.
~Call your friend. Don't worry about being a bother. Let your friend tell you if they don't want to talk about their loss right now.
~Answering machines and e-mail are great ways to keep in touch, allowing the bereaved person to respond only when they feel up to it.
~Try to anticipate what your friend may need. Bereaved persons sometimes don't know what to ask for.
~Avoid offering easy answers and platitudes. This only invalidates the grief. Be patient. Don't try to rush your friend through their grief.
~Give your friend permission to grieve in front of you. Don't change the subject or tell them not to cry or act uncomfortable when they do cry.
~Ask them questions. But don't tell them how they should feel.
~Invite your friend to attend events together, as you normally would. Let them decide if they don't want to attend.
~Don't assume because your friend is having a good day that it means they are over their loss.
~Be mindful of holidays, birthdays and anniversaries.
All these things have been helpful to me at some point, and I think they are good general rules to follow. Although my pot of soup has gotten closer to being done, I still have a lot of things to get through. I think the thing that helps me best is when people don't assume I am done grieving. Or tell me that I should be. I don't expect people to understand what I continue to experience, but I like to know that people want to understand. I think sometimes people are afraid to ask questions. They are afraid it will be hurtful to remember, but what I've needed is for Renee to be remembered. I have very little proof of her existance here, so it's very important for me to know that someone else does remember her. Thank You to those who have been brave enough to ask. It has helped me more than you could know!
Thursday, October 09, 2008
The next Karate Kid?
I am being kicked rather violently from the inside. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this, but I have a feeling it will be going on a lot over the next 3+ months.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Q&A: Kris's Question
Aaron's aunt Kris (aka "the Clayton Clan") asked this question:
Q: Have you given any thought to the fact that of the two babies that have died in our family (Lund) that they were both in Wayne's family?
A: So, this is an interesting question for me! For those who don't know, Aaron's parents also lost a baby. He would be about a year younger than Aaron and was about the same gestational age as Renee. His name is Nathen. Aaron's mom Jenny had had a lot of bleeding during her pregnancy. I think it was from placental abruption. My understanding is that she was at a lot of risk because of the bleeding, which is why they allowed her to go into labor. Nathen was born live. I asked Aaron and he thought he continued breathing for about 15 minutes. At the time of Renee's birth/death, we did talk with Wayne and Jenny quite a bit about similarities and differences between our two experiences. The timing was almost exactly the same, but the causes were very different. While Jenny's pregnancy had been very difficult and dangerous for her, mine had been one of the least eventful. I had no symptoms of anything being wrong other than measuring a little off. Nathen had no genetic problems. He was born perfect, just too young to survive. Renee had a lot of physical problems which caused her to look different than a normal, healthy baby. Not like she had a third arm or anything, but she was very swollen.
I'm not really sure why it happened the way it did. Maybe it's just conicidence that we both had similar experiences. Or maybe it happened this way so we could empathize with each other. Maybe someone is supposed to learn something. Maybe we're all supposed to learn something different. I've learned we each deal with our own losses very differently. Aaron and I cope differently, as have Wayne and Jenny. Although they cannot make our loss easier, it is nice to know we aren't the only ones who have had to go through this.
Q: Have you given any thought to the fact that of the two babies that have died in our family (Lund) that they were both in Wayne's family?
A: So, this is an interesting question for me! For those who don't know, Aaron's parents also lost a baby. He would be about a year younger than Aaron and was about the same gestational age as Renee. His name is Nathen. Aaron's mom Jenny had had a lot of bleeding during her pregnancy. I think it was from placental abruption. My understanding is that she was at a lot of risk because of the bleeding, which is why they allowed her to go into labor. Nathen was born live. I asked Aaron and he thought he continued breathing for about 15 minutes. At the time of Renee's birth/death, we did talk with Wayne and Jenny quite a bit about similarities and differences between our two experiences. The timing was almost exactly the same, but the causes were very different. While Jenny's pregnancy had been very difficult and dangerous for her, mine had been one of the least eventful. I had no symptoms of anything being wrong other than measuring a little off. Nathen had no genetic problems. He was born perfect, just too young to survive. Renee had a lot of physical problems which caused her to look different than a normal, healthy baby. Not like she had a third arm or anything, but she was very swollen.
I'm not really sure why it happened the way it did. Maybe it's just conicidence that we both had similar experiences. Or maybe it happened this way so we could empathize with each other. Maybe someone is supposed to learn something. Maybe we're all supposed to learn something different. I've learned we each deal with our own losses very differently. Aaron and I cope differently, as have Wayne and Jenny. Although they cannot make our loss easier, it is nice to know we aren't the only ones who have had to go through this.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Chinese!
One of the things I miss about living in Seattle is the abundance of Asian food. There are a couple Chinese places around here. They are okay, but not really great. There was this amazing place near our last apartment in the Seattle area. I think it was The Golden Dragon or something like that. Anyway, they had the most amazing lemon chicken! And fabulous fried rice and crab rangoons! I really wish I had the recipe for thier lemon sauce. I've never had anything quite like it before or since. It's by far my favorite Chinese dish. No other lemon chicken lives up to it.
While living around such fine Asian food, I learned how to make my own at home. No, it's not that fabulous lemon chicken, it's just regular sweet and sour, but I could make basically the same stuff that every Chinese restaurant makes for a fraction of the price at home. I used to make plain old steamed rice to go with it, but have had a craving for fried rice, so last night, I made sweet and sour chicken and ham fried rice. I meant to take a picture of everyting before we ate it all, but I forgot. Sorry about that. But here's the last of the fried rice.
Ham Fried rice
2 tablespoon vegetable oil
3 cups prepared rice
1 cup cut up ham
2 tablespoons sliced green onion
1 medium carrot, chopped
2 large eggs slightly beaten
3 tablespoons soy sauce
Heat 1 tablespoon oil in 10 inch skillet over medium heat. Cook rice, ham, and vegetables for about 5 minutes, stirring and breaking up rice, until hot. Push rice to side of skillet. Add 1 tablespoon oil to other side. Cook eggs in oil over medium heat, stirring constantly, until eggs are thickened throughout but still moist. Stir eggs into rice mixture. Stir in soy sauce.
The recipe I based mine on also calls for white pepper, but I don't have any, so I always just add a little black pepper. When I have them on hand, I also use peas, peppers, and any other veggies that sound good to me at the time.
As for the sweet and sour, I've found the secret is Tempura batter.
I just followed the directions on the box and it comes out looking basically like this:
The other secret is finding a good sauce. If anyone has a really good recipe for sweet and sour sauce, I'd love to try it. The recipes I've tried never come out the way I like, so we buy it from the store. This is my favorite:
Now I need to learn how to make crab rangoons. Yummy!
Friday, October 03, 2008
Q&A: a couple of Saskia's questions
Q: What was your first reaction when you found out what happened, did you blame yourself?
A: When we had the first ultrasound, my reaction was a combination of shock and dread, and a need to find out anything I could about my baby's condition. I cried a lot. I had some hope that something could be done for her. I wanted everything to be okay. Renee had what's called Cystic Hygroma. Basically a cyst at the back of her head/neck. This, and that she might have Turner's Syndrom was all the information that we got at the ultrasound. Cysts appear and disappear on baby's heads all the time without any serious consequences, and some Turner's baby's do survive. So I was hopeful. I was able to get a copy of the ultrasound report, and my midwife helped me understand what it was saying. After reading the report, it was a lot more difficult to be hopeful. What I found out was that she also had Hydrops-basically she was retaining water- and very low amniotic fluid. This combination was a sign that her body was shutting down. Her kidneys were not working right, and there were likely to be other issues as well. Even knowing this before hand, it was extremely difficult to hear from the doctor at our next ultrasound that there was no possibility of survival. No one wants to hear that, even if they expect to hear bad news. I cried a lot, prayed a lot, and tried to find out what our options were. It was heartbreaking.
It was about a month after her birth that we found out for certain that it was Turner's Syndrom that had caused her problems. It was the result that we expected. Everything had pointed to Turner's. I still cried. Maybe I was lucky in some ways. Since I know what caused her death, it's much easier not to wonder if there was anything I did to cause it, or anything I should have done to prevent it. Turner's is a random genetic mutation. There's nothing we could have done to cause or prevent it. During some of his particularly depressed times, Aaron has blamed himself, saying that he didn't deserve her, and that's why it happened. I personally don't feel that God works that way. Bad things can happen to good people, and good things can happen to bad people. I've never been into finding someone or something to blame. This is just the way it is. I hope someday to have a clearer understanding of why this happened, what purpose it served, and what I'm supposed to get out of it, but don't feel the need to blame myself or anyone else.
A: When we had the first ultrasound, my reaction was a combination of shock and dread, and a need to find out anything I could about my baby's condition. I cried a lot. I had some hope that something could be done for her. I wanted everything to be okay. Renee had what's called Cystic Hygroma. Basically a cyst at the back of her head/neck. This, and that she might have Turner's Syndrom was all the information that we got at the ultrasound. Cysts appear and disappear on baby's heads all the time without any serious consequences, and some Turner's baby's do survive. So I was hopeful. I was able to get a copy of the ultrasound report, and my midwife helped me understand what it was saying. After reading the report, it was a lot more difficult to be hopeful. What I found out was that she also had Hydrops-basically she was retaining water- and very low amniotic fluid. This combination was a sign that her body was shutting down. Her kidneys were not working right, and there were likely to be other issues as well. Even knowing this before hand, it was extremely difficult to hear from the doctor at our next ultrasound that there was no possibility of survival. No one wants to hear that, even if they expect to hear bad news. I cried a lot, prayed a lot, and tried to find out what our options were. It was heartbreaking.
It was about a month after her birth that we found out for certain that it was Turner's Syndrom that had caused her problems. It was the result that we expected. Everything had pointed to Turner's. I still cried. Maybe I was lucky in some ways. Since I know what caused her death, it's much easier not to wonder if there was anything I did to cause it, or anything I should have done to prevent it. Turner's is a random genetic mutation. There's nothing we could have done to cause or prevent it. During some of his particularly depressed times, Aaron has blamed himself, saying that he didn't deserve her, and that's why it happened. I personally don't feel that God works that way. Bad things can happen to good people, and good things can happen to bad people. I've never been into finding someone or something to blame. This is just the way it is. I hope someday to have a clearer understanding of why this happened, what purpose it served, and what I'm supposed to get out of it, but don't feel the need to blame myself or anyone else.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Q&A
I originally got the idea for a Q&A when Heidi emailed me with a question, so I'm going to start with her's. I realized how much easier it is to talk about when I have a specific question, so here it is! Thanks to those who sent questions, please send more! :)
Q: How does it feel to be pregnant again after losing Renee?
A: I've actually had two losses. The first was earlier on. It was my first pregnancy, and I really didn't know what to expect from pregnancy, let alone losing one. I was about 8 weeks when we had that ultrasound which showed no heartbeat. It showed the baby had stopped growing around 5 weeks-barely into pregnancy. Anyway, it was something that was difficult for me. I didn't have anyone that I really felt like I could talk to about it, which is something that probably would have helped a lot. Since it was my first experience with "labor," one of the biggest effects it had on me was being afraid of how actual labor would be. Up until William's birth, I could vividly recall the pain from my miscarriage. I got pregnant with William six months later, and by that time was feeling pretty good about things. I wasn't worried about complications, other than the fear of labor. Somehow, I managed to go through with an unmedicated labor anyway, and when I held William for the first time, I felt completely healed. Those wonderful hormones that erase our memories of childbirth also took away all the pain I had experienced with my miscarraige. I've wondered if William and my first pregnancy were the same spirit. I've never had what I'd consider confirmation of this, but I have thought that maybe it was him.
I feel like Renee's loss has been very different. Before her birth, I remember praying, asking why-a dangerous question, I know, but I was really, just trying to find some purpose in this tragic event. I got my answer. I felt very strongly at the time (and still do) that Renee just needed a body, and that the one she had would serve that purpose. I've had a few people who have suggested that her spirit may come in another body, but I just don't feel that this is the case with her. That body was sufficiant for her. This is something that's bittersweet to me. On one hand, I feel like she is my child and is sealed to me. On the other, it's heartbreaking to know that I will not have the opportunity to see her in this life.
The first time, I was disappointed and sad about losing my pregnancy. With Renee, I feel like I've lost a child. Her loss has made this pregnancy more frightening for me. A lot of people adivise to get pregnant as soon as you can after a loss. They say it helps to heal or something. That was true with my first experience, but has not been this time. Although, I think everything will turn out okay, I have had more than one moment where I've been afraid of losing this baby as well. In the past, I've said, "no thanks" to any genetic testing. I just didn't see any purpose in it. This time, I've felt like I needed some reassurance. I think I would have been going completely crazy if I hadn't already had a few ultrasounds that have shown a healthy baby.
Just as each pregnancy and baby are unique, each loss is also.
Q: How does it feel to be pregnant again after losing Renee?
A: I've actually had two losses. The first was earlier on. It was my first pregnancy, and I really didn't know what to expect from pregnancy, let alone losing one. I was about 8 weeks when we had that ultrasound which showed no heartbeat. It showed the baby had stopped growing around 5 weeks-barely into pregnancy. Anyway, it was something that was difficult for me. I didn't have anyone that I really felt like I could talk to about it, which is something that probably would have helped a lot. Since it was my first experience with "labor," one of the biggest effects it had on me was being afraid of how actual labor would be. Up until William's birth, I could vividly recall the pain from my miscarriage. I got pregnant with William six months later, and by that time was feeling pretty good about things. I wasn't worried about complications, other than the fear of labor. Somehow, I managed to go through with an unmedicated labor anyway, and when I held William for the first time, I felt completely healed. Those wonderful hormones that erase our memories of childbirth also took away all the pain I had experienced with my miscarraige. I've wondered if William and my first pregnancy were the same spirit. I've never had what I'd consider confirmation of this, but I have thought that maybe it was him.
I feel like Renee's loss has been very different. Before her birth, I remember praying, asking why-a dangerous question, I know, but I was really, just trying to find some purpose in this tragic event. I got my answer. I felt very strongly at the time (and still do) that Renee just needed a body, and that the one she had would serve that purpose. I've had a few people who have suggested that her spirit may come in another body, but I just don't feel that this is the case with her. That body was sufficiant for her. This is something that's bittersweet to me. On one hand, I feel like she is my child and is sealed to me. On the other, it's heartbreaking to know that I will not have the opportunity to see her in this life.
The first time, I was disappointed and sad about losing my pregnancy. With Renee, I feel like I've lost a child. Her loss has made this pregnancy more frightening for me. A lot of people adivise to get pregnant as soon as you can after a loss. They say it helps to heal or something. That was true with my first experience, but has not been this time. Although, I think everything will turn out okay, I have had more than one moment where I've been afraid of losing this baby as well. In the past, I've said, "no thanks" to any genetic testing. I just didn't see any purpose in it. This time, I've felt like I needed some reassurance. I think I would have been going completely crazy if I hadn't already had a few ultrasounds that have shown a healthy baby.
Just as each pregnancy and baby are unique, each loss is also.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
An Invitation
So, that last post is a bit depressing, or depressed at least. We've had a lot of that going around our house lately. It's been a difficult time, but it hasn't all been bad. I think I'm going to be posting a lot about this over the next month or more, and hopefully, it won't all be horribly depressing! I'm hoping that by posting about Renee a little more often, I won't have that build up of emotions that was let loose in the last post. And I'm going to need your help! I'd like to do a sort of Q&A for Renee. I feel a bit at a loss as to how to begin to talk about her, and I think I've put it off for too long, so I need your help! I'm inviting you all to ask me anything. You can ask anything from how it's affecting me, to how she looked. You can post your questions as comments or send them to me in an email.
Thank you in advance! I appriciate your help.
Thank you in advance! I appriciate your help.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Remembering
Once again I find myself feeling like a bad blogger! In case you haven't noticed, I haven't been posting terribly often. Although, I have to remind myself, it's still been much more often than when I first started! Ha, ha! I'm not a complete blogging failure! :) But I have slowed down a bit lately. The reason is not for lack of material. My kids still do silly, cute, or brag-able things, I really need to finish mine and Aaron's story, Andrea tagged me, and if all else failed, I could complain about housework! Not that the last one would be exciting, but at least I would be posting. The truth is, there's only one thing I want to post about. I've been wanting to post about it for a while, but have a hard time sitting down and doing it. It's not happy or fun like all the other things I could be posting about. But it is important. I feel the need to write it down, to process, and discuss.
It's been almost a year since we went in for Renee's first ultrasound. October 1st will mark one year since we found out that something was wrong. The following week was spent reading articles online and comparing them with the ultrasound report. On October 7th, we had another ultrasound that confirmed our baby would not live long regardless of any choices we made. We spent a little over a week trying to make some kind of decision about whether to wait until her heart stopped beating on it's own, or to induce labor while she was still alive. Sometime between that second ultrasound and the third, that choice was taken out of our hands. By the 16th, her heart had stopped beating. Then it was only a choice to wait and see if my body went into labor in the next couple of weeks, or to induce. I had had no signs or symptoms of labor, and waiting longer could have had negetive effects on my health, not to mention the emotional pain of carrying a child I knew was no longer living. We decided sooner was better, and scheduled the induction for the next day. She was born on the afternoon of October 18th.
Every child has firsts. Baby's first smile, word, tooth, step. Baby's first holiday's, and of course, first birthday. We have no way of knowing when Renee would have cut her first tooth, or said her first word, but every holiday and family event reminds us of the daughter who isn't there. Being pregnant has been hard for this reason. Every kick I feel, or ache or pain, and my growing belly, have been reminders of my last pregnancy. I'm now in my 22+ weeks pregnant-exactly how far I got into Renee's pregnancy. The last couple of weeks have been especially difficult emotionally. While I am glad to say that so far, things seem to be going well with this baby, every symptom I feel is a reminder of my last pregnancy and how abruptly it ended. It is difficult to celebrate when I feel I am still mourning Renee's loss.
As people begin to notice my pregnancy more, I am continually hearing this baby refered to as our third. I find myself saying the same words, for the sake of simplicity, and feeling horrible for it. You see, I already have three children. Two of them live with me, and one with God.
I need to remember her. And I need her to be remembered.
It's been almost a year since we went in for Renee's first ultrasound. October 1st will mark one year since we found out that something was wrong. The following week was spent reading articles online and comparing them with the ultrasound report. On October 7th, we had another ultrasound that confirmed our baby would not live long regardless of any choices we made. We spent a little over a week trying to make some kind of decision about whether to wait until her heart stopped beating on it's own, or to induce labor while she was still alive. Sometime between that second ultrasound and the third, that choice was taken out of our hands. By the 16th, her heart had stopped beating. Then it was only a choice to wait and see if my body went into labor in the next couple of weeks, or to induce. I had had no signs or symptoms of labor, and waiting longer could have had negetive effects on my health, not to mention the emotional pain of carrying a child I knew was no longer living. We decided sooner was better, and scheduled the induction for the next day. She was born on the afternoon of October 18th.
Every child has firsts. Baby's first smile, word, tooth, step. Baby's first holiday's, and of course, first birthday. We have no way of knowing when Renee would have cut her first tooth, or said her first word, but every holiday and family event reminds us of the daughter who isn't there. Being pregnant has been hard for this reason. Every kick I feel, or ache or pain, and my growing belly, have been reminders of my last pregnancy. I'm now in my 22+ weeks pregnant-exactly how far I got into Renee's pregnancy. The last couple of weeks have been especially difficult emotionally. While I am glad to say that so far, things seem to be going well with this baby, every symptom I feel is a reminder of my last pregnancy and how abruptly it ended. It is difficult to celebrate when I feel I am still mourning Renee's loss.
As people begin to notice my pregnancy more, I am continually hearing this baby refered to as our third. I find myself saying the same words, for the sake of simplicity, and feeling horrible for it. You see, I already have three children. Two of them live with me, and one with God.
I need to remember her. And I need her to be remembered.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
What is that anyway?
When my mom was in college, she got this recipe from one of her roommates. I've never come across anything quite like it. It's like pie that thinks it's cake! In any case, it's yummy! So I thought I'd share with you-or at least the recipe! ;)
Kristada
1/2 lb butter or margrine
1 1/2 C sugar
4 eggs
3 C flour
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 cans pie filling (I usually use cherry, but you could do anything you like)
Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time. Add vanilla. Mix in flour. Dough will be sticky. Grease a baking sheet and spread about 2/3 of the dough on the pan. Pour pie filling onto dough. (If it looks like too much, you don't have to use all of both cans.) Spoon remaining dough onto filling. Try to spread it a little so it's not just blobs, but it you should still see plenty of pie filling.
Bake @ 350 degrees for 35-40 minutes.
Enjoy!
Monday, September 08, 2008
Update
Wow, I didn't realize how long it had been since I posted! So here's a brief update on the last week.
Aaron auditioned for The Pirates of Penzance at the college here. He got the part of a policeman, but we still don't know how this will work with his work schedule. He's always wanted to perform. It's one of his dreams in life, so he'll be sad if he doesn't get to participate. We'll see how it works out.
I've been getting bigger! I keep meaning to have Aaron take a picture... I'm also feeling the baby move a lot more! No one else has been able to feel it yet, but I don't think it will be long!
I injured myself last Thursday. Years ago, I hurt my knee and it occasionally comes back to haunt me. It's been awhile since it last happened, so I guess I was due for a knee injury. I've been trying to stay off it, which means my house is a disaster!
Anyway, I think that's about it!
Aaron auditioned for The Pirates of Penzance at the college here. He got the part of a policeman, but we still don't know how this will work with his work schedule. He's always wanted to perform. It's one of his dreams in life, so he'll be sad if he doesn't get to participate. We'll see how it works out.
I've been getting bigger! I keep meaning to have Aaron take a picture... I'm also feeling the baby move a lot more! No one else has been able to feel it yet, but I don't think it will be long!
I injured myself last Thursday. Years ago, I hurt my knee and it occasionally comes back to haunt me. It's been awhile since it last happened, so I guess I was due for a knee injury. I've been trying to stay off it, which means my house is a disaster!
Anyway, I think that's about it!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Busy Weekend
We had a lot going on this weekend. Thursday night we had a small family birthday party for William, who turned 5 on Friday! Friday morning, Aaron and I dropped the kids off at Grandma and Grandpa's house and headed north for Salt Lake City. Aaron had two brothers who got married in August. One was married in Ohio and one in New York. Unfortunately, we were not able to go to either wedding, but they decided to have a joint reception in Salt Lake since most of thier family lives out West. They also had a cousin who decided to join in the fun and got married in Provo on Friday! So we made it to Provo in time to relax a little before their cousin's reception that evening.
Saturday morning, we were able to spend some time with my sister. It was really nice to see her. Neither of us travels much. I think the last I saw her was Christmas. I wish I had remembered my camera. I could show you a picture of my cute sister! Oh well.
Saturday evening was the joint reception. It was lovely! It was held at the home of one bride's Grandfather. We used his lovely back yard. Someday I'll have a lovely back yard... There were some fun moments-after feeding their brides, the grooms fed each other cake, and the brides seemed to think they couldn't throw their bouquets far enough. I was able to finally meet more of Aaron's family (he's got quite a lot) and a few of thier friends. We occasionally wished we had the kids to show off, but it was much more relaxing to visit and show a couple pictures on our phones! It was also really nice to get to know the brides. They are both wonderful in different ways and seem perfect for their respective husbands. I look forward to seeing them again.
After a really late night, Aaron and I decided to turn off the alarm on his phone and just see when we woke up. Well, my empty stomach woke us up at 9, so we got up and hurried off to have a quick breakfast with his family. We went to sacrament meeting at his aunt's ward in Provo and spent some more time visiting with family before heading back home. Aaron had to work Monday, so we headed home Sunday afternoon. It was pretty late by the time we got home. The events of the weekend kept us pretty busy, so there really wasn't much down time, but we were glad that we were able to go. Maybe sometime we'll get a vaccation! :)
Saturday morning, we were able to spend some time with my sister. It was really nice to see her. Neither of us travels much. I think the last I saw her was Christmas. I wish I had remembered my camera. I could show you a picture of my cute sister! Oh well.
Saturday evening was the joint reception. It was lovely! It was held at the home of one bride's Grandfather. We used his lovely back yard. Someday I'll have a lovely back yard... There were some fun moments-after feeding their brides, the grooms fed each other cake, and the brides seemed to think they couldn't throw their bouquets far enough. I was able to finally meet more of Aaron's family (he's got quite a lot) and a few of thier friends. We occasionally wished we had the kids to show off, but it was much more relaxing to visit and show a couple pictures on our phones! It was also really nice to get to know the brides. They are both wonderful in different ways and seem perfect for their respective husbands. I look forward to seeing them again.
After a really late night, Aaron and I decided to turn off the alarm on his phone and just see when we woke up. Well, my empty stomach woke us up at 9, so we got up and hurried off to have a quick breakfast with his family. We went to sacrament meeting at his aunt's ward in Provo and spent some more time visiting with family before heading back home. Aaron had to work Monday, so we headed home Sunday afternoon. It was pretty late by the time we got home. The events of the weekend kept us pretty busy, so there really wasn't much down time, but we were glad that we were able to go. Maybe sometime we'll get a vaccation! :)
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
William's blocks
William has these Duplo blocks that he got one year for his birthday. He makes all kinds of creative things with them. He's made Thomas the train, other un-named trains, animals-his favorite to make is a giraffe, and other things that he would have to explain to you since I don't really understand their functions. I wish I had captured some of his more imaginative creations, but I'm sure there will be more opportunities. For now, here are some of his recent works.
Can you tell what it is? I'll give you a clue: he's obsessed with a certain "Man of Steel." There were several incarnations of this character during the course of a couple days. He happened to build it right where our hallway meets our living room, so it kept getting kicked.
Here's what he did today.
These may be a little harder to figure out, but stems from another of William's current obsesions. Words. He has been playing games from the PBS show, "Word World," online and loves to "build" words. I didn't ask what this word is, but I think it is also related to Superman. He asked if "Krypton" started with a big "K" or a little "k" this morning, so I suspect that is what he was trying to spell.
Edit: William saw my post and said it's the word "Kryptonite," which would explain the "i," "t" at the end.
Can you tell what it is? I'll give you a clue: he's obsessed with a certain "Man of Steel." There were several incarnations of this character during the course of a couple days. He happened to build it right where our hallway meets our living room, so it kept getting kicked.
Here's what he did today.
These may be a little harder to figure out, but stems from another of William's current obsesions. Words. He has been playing games from the PBS show, "Word World," online and loves to "build" words. I didn't ask what this word is, but I think it is also related to Superman. He asked if "Krypton" started with a big "K" or a little "k" this morning, so I suspect that is what he was trying to spell.
Edit: William saw my post and said it's the word "Kryptonite," which would explain the "i," "t" at the end.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Pregnancy Update
I had another midwife appointment yesterday! There's not too much to report, but everything seems to be going well. We listened to the heartbeat for a while. Leonora got to push the power button on the doppler. The baby kept moving around and even kicked the doppler a couple times! I've been feeling the baby move a lot more often lately. That has been nice-although, I'm hopeing that this one doesn't kick me in the ribs like William did toward the end! That was not so nice. I've gained a little more weight than I would like, but not bad. I'm trying to keep that under control since I was still overweight when I got pregnant. I've gained about half the weight I'd like and I'm not quite halfway through. So I'm slightly ahead of schedule. I think my only hope is not to go two weeks overdue this time! I am also measuring right where I should be as far as the baby's size, so things are looking good!
Okay, I think I'm done rambling! :)
Okay, I think I'm done rambling! :)
Friday, August 22, 2008
One more...
Here's one other thing that I did in those couple days that I didn't work on Leonora's dress.
It's a burp cloth. I made it from some flanel scraps that I had and a flat terry cloth diaper. It's loosely based on this one that was given to me by my relief society when Leonora was born. They are nice and big! Mine ended up being slightly longer, but about the same width.
First, I sewed the two pieces together. Nothing fancy, just a straight stitch to hold it in place while I crocheted.
Then I crocheted around the edge! It's functional and pretty! :)
It's a burp cloth. I made it from some flanel scraps that I had and a flat terry cloth diaper. It's loosely based on this one that was given to me by my relief society when Leonora was born. They are nice and big! Mine ended up being slightly longer, but about the same width.
First, I sewed the two pieces together. Nothing fancy, just a straight stitch to hold it in place while I crocheted.
Then I crocheted around the edge! It's functional and pretty! :)
Another sewing project
I made a dress for Leonora. I've been working on it for about a week and a half. It's a little more complicated than things I've made before, and once again, I had no supervision. Anyway, I found this pattern in a bunch that my mom has. It's an older one, and I have to wonder if it's something my grandma bought. It's been used before, and was missing pretty much all the peices besides the ones I used, but those are what I wanted anyway, so it worked out.
And here's the finished product! Leonora was happy to finally have her dress. She had been watching me make it.
Once again, a far from perfect, but I'm learning! And Leonora likes it!
Cute pattern, huh? Here are some pictures of the project in progress. I think I stopped here for a couple days, because I realized I don't have a zipper foot. I was trying to figure out how to sew a zipper without one. In the meantime, I took some pictures! Here's the front of the dress.
And here's the back.
Here's the zipper. Pins are my friend-most of the time... It looks much prettier pinned on than the finished product. It took me a couple tries. Oh, well. I dont' think I'll be doing anymore zippers without the propper foot.
And here's the finished product! Leonora was happy to finally have her dress. She had been watching me make it.
Once again, a far from perfect, but I'm learning! And Leonora likes it!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Getting closer to that 100%
Well, I was finally able to talk to the genetic couselor today and got good news! I don't have the CF gene and the risk of Downs is very low! There is still a possiblility of some kind of blockage, so we will still get the ultrasound in October, but this rules out the most likely of complications. Yay! Hopefully the ultrasound will bring similar results!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Announcing...
I've been putting off making this announcement for a while, but have decided it's time. Yes, it's true, I'm pregnant. The baby is due mid-January, which puts me at about 17 weeks.
I wanted to wait until I was 100% sure of everything being okay with the baby before announcing things. We've done more testing this time than with any of our other pregnancies. We have been hoping for reassurance. It's hard not to worry about something being wrong, even though we are not at any higher risk because of Renee's issues. Most of our ultra sounds and other testing have been reassuring. The most recent one was a little less so.
We had an ultrasound Monday that showed something called "bright bowel." Most of the time, it is nothing and goes away on it's own. However, there is a risk of there being something seriously wrong. It could be Cystic Fibrosis, Downs Syndrom, or some other blockage in the baby's bowels.
The doctor says we are "90% in the clear," so we are hopeful that we fall into the nothing catagory, but are getting some extra testing in case we don't. I got a blood draw to check for CF and Downs. If I carry the gene for CF, then Aaron will be tested as well. Both parents have to have the gene in order for the child to have it. We will also have another ultra sound in October to see if it has gone away on it's own. I'll be 27 weeks at that appointment. Hopefully then our 90% will move up to the 100% that we want.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Sick
Hmm... blogger doesn't like me today. They couldn't "proccess that request" to publish my post, so I'm writing this for the second time. It's really too bad. It was almost a clever post, but it probably won't be now.
Anyway, I'm sick. I don't like being sick. I think it's a sinus thing. Ugh. I hate being sick.
Everyone feel sorry for me for a minute...
...
...
Okay, you can stop now. Resume your normal activities.
Thanks.
Anyway, I'm sick. I don't like being sick. I think it's a sinus thing. Ugh. I hate being sick.
Everyone feel sorry for me for a minute...
...
...
Okay, you can stop now. Resume your normal activities.
Thanks.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Look what I made!
This is the first thing I've made without any supervision! :) It's a wrap skirt. I found some tutorials online for making one without a pattern and used some fabric that's been sitting in storage in my mom's basement. If you saw it up close, it would be obvious that an amature made it, but overall, I think it turned out pretty good!
Monday, August 04, 2008
Penelope
Last night Aaron and I watched the movie Penelope. It was a cute fun movie. It won't go down in history for any special achievements or anything, but it was a cute story. This is how I felt about it most of the way through the movie. The end seemed more special though. I realized that it wasn't just a cute love story about a girl with a funny face. It's about learning to love yourself-regardless of what anyone else thinks or says. It's about makeing choices, facing your fears, and believing in yourself.
Today, tabloids flaunt pictures of skinny girls, and sometimes in the same issue critisize various women for being too fat and others for being too skinny. Women are made fun of for imperfections in thier appearence, but if a well known woman feels bad enough about her appearence to go through cosmetic surgery, or looses excess weight, that is splashed across newsstands as well. Nothing seems to escape thier scrutiny.
In todays world, I think we need tales like Penelope to remind us that we all have our own natural beauty. We all have our own natural strengths. Our features are part of who we are-regardless of how we came by them. When we learn to love ourselves with all the imperfections we have, we are freed from society's judgements. We don't need to change who we are to look nice.
I can't say that I am perfect at this. I often critisize my own looks. Some of these things-like being more in shape-are things I can and should change, while other's are things I just need to accept. I am so grateful for a husband who thinks I'm beautiful despite my flaws! I hope I can teach my kids to love themselves and others for who they are-inside and out.
Today, tabloids flaunt pictures of skinny girls, and sometimes in the same issue critisize various women for being too fat and others for being too skinny. Women are made fun of for imperfections in thier appearence, but if a well known woman feels bad enough about her appearence to go through cosmetic surgery, or looses excess weight, that is splashed across newsstands as well. Nothing seems to escape thier scrutiny.
In todays world, I think we need tales like Penelope to remind us that we all have our own natural beauty. We all have our own natural strengths. Our features are part of who we are-regardless of how we came by them. When we learn to love ourselves with all the imperfections we have, we are freed from society's judgements. We don't need to change who we are to look nice.
I can't say that I am perfect at this. I often critisize my own looks. Some of these things-like being more in shape-are things I can and should change, while other's are things I just need to accept. I am so grateful for a husband who thinks I'm beautiful despite my flaws! I hope I can teach my kids to love themselves and others for who they are-inside and out.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Memories
Okay, I've had a few friends post this on thier blogs, and thought it might be fun!
1. As you comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
1. As you comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I guess she does listen
Today I was watching Leonora play in her play kitchen. She was opening and closing the doors of her "oven" and "dishwasher," putting things in and out, and talking to herself. Then she turned around to me and said, "It's hot!" Ha, ha, I'm always worried about her walking into the kitchen when I've got the oven open or reaching up when the stove is hot. It's nice to know she's listening, and fun to see her imitate me.
Friday, July 25, 2008
The Desert is Alive...
We got some free tickets to see The Sound of Music this week. It's being performed at a local outdoor ampitheater. The usually have good productions there. Last year we were able to see My Fair Lady, which was fantastic! So we were excited to get use these tickets.
When going into a play that you are familiar with, it's always difficult to view it in the same way you would a play you've never seen. It's natural (at least, for me) to compare this "new" version with the familiar one. Hopefully, there is something new and fresh that each actor can bring to thier part and directors and designers can bring to the stage. I felt that this production had a good start on this from the moment Maria came out singing in her hills. She brought something unique and interesting to the roll. She gave a fantastic performance, and with only a couple of exceptions, forgot that I had ever seen Julie Andrews performance. Her counterpart unfortunatly, just didn't live up to that standard. Rather than an honest performance, it felt "put on" and over acted. That was disappointing. But, it was one of the few disapointments. The Baroness, who is briefly engaged to Captain Von Trapp, did a wonderful job! She was so funny and spunky! The children all did a great job. The youngest, Gretl, was especially fun to watch. She also happened to be the daughter of our previous Bishop, but I think I would have enjoyed her portrayal either way! :)
The music was fun as always, and I got to hear a couple songs that aren't in the movie-or at least not in thier entirety. The orchestra here is not always top notch, and can be disappointing for someone (like Aaron) who listens to a lot of top notch stuff. But it was good enough. They didn't distract from the voices onstage, and there were no really terrible moments-just no really great ones. The singing was at moments heavenly. The nuns choruses were flawless. They harmonized perfectly! Maria was no disappointment in this area either. She had a lovely voice and used it well. However, the Captain was once again disappointing. At parts he was good, but not great. At other times, he was obviously struggling. The children were good. Occasionally the complex harmonies got the better of them, but on the whole, they were very good.
For me, the acting and music in this play are probably the most important aspects, but there were a couple other moments that I felt really made this experience unique. The first was just fun! In the movie, there is a scene where the children and Maria put on a puppet show. I knew that this scene was added for the movie, and didn't know how they would pull it off in a live performance, so I assumed it would be left out. Luckily for us, it was not! But instead of puppets, we saw live dancers on the ends of strings! I chuckled when the first human puppet appeared, and continued to be delighted by the dancers' bobbing heads and whimsical movements. It was so much fun to watch! The second moment was toward the end of the play when the family sings at the music festival. It was something I don't recall experienceing at any other play. We became not only veiwers of the play, but players. Not that it was a difficult part to play-we played the audience of the music festival. We aplauded each song and while they sang "Edelweiss," Maria looked into the audience and requested that we all sing along. I felt like we were all singing our farwell to the Von Trapps and sharing in the love of thier homeland. It was amazing to be included as part of the performance. It was a moment that I felt truly a part of what was happening on the stage.
I enjoy good theater so much! It was wonderful to be able to see this performance. Although it was imperfect, it had many fun and touching moments. I know I've already said a lot about it, but I feel like I could go on! It was certainly a worthwhile evening.
When going into a play that you are familiar with, it's always difficult to view it in the same way you would a play you've never seen. It's natural (at least, for me) to compare this "new" version with the familiar one. Hopefully, there is something new and fresh that each actor can bring to thier part and directors and designers can bring to the stage. I felt that this production had a good start on this from the moment Maria came out singing in her hills. She brought something unique and interesting to the roll. She gave a fantastic performance, and with only a couple of exceptions, forgot that I had ever seen Julie Andrews performance. Her counterpart unfortunatly, just didn't live up to that standard. Rather than an honest performance, it felt "put on" and over acted. That was disappointing. But, it was one of the few disapointments. The Baroness, who is briefly engaged to Captain Von Trapp, did a wonderful job! She was so funny and spunky! The children all did a great job. The youngest, Gretl, was especially fun to watch. She also happened to be the daughter of our previous Bishop, but I think I would have enjoyed her portrayal either way! :)
The music was fun as always, and I got to hear a couple songs that aren't in the movie-or at least not in thier entirety. The orchestra here is not always top notch, and can be disappointing for someone (like Aaron) who listens to a lot of top notch stuff. But it was good enough. They didn't distract from the voices onstage, and there were no really terrible moments-just no really great ones. The singing was at moments heavenly. The nuns choruses were flawless. They harmonized perfectly! Maria was no disappointment in this area either. She had a lovely voice and used it well. However, the Captain was once again disappointing. At parts he was good, but not great. At other times, he was obviously struggling. The children were good. Occasionally the complex harmonies got the better of them, but on the whole, they were very good.
For me, the acting and music in this play are probably the most important aspects, but there were a couple other moments that I felt really made this experience unique. The first was just fun! In the movie, there is a scene where the children and Maria put on a puppet show. I knew that this scene was added for the movie, and didn't know how they would pull it off in a live performance, so I assumed it would be left out. Luckily for us, it was not! But instead of puppets, we saw live dancers on the ends of strings! I chuckled when the first human puppet appeared, and continued to be delighted by the dancers' bobbing heads and whimsical movements. It was so much fun to watch! The second moment was toward the end of the play when the family sings at the music festival. It was something I don't recall experienceing at any other play. We became not only veiwers of the play, but players. Not that it was a difficult part to play-we played the audience of the music festival. We aplauded each song and while they sang "Edelweiss," Maria looked into the audience and requested that we all sing along. I felt like we were all singing our farwell to the Von Trapps and sharing in the love of thier homeland. It was amazing to be included as part of the performance. It was a moment that I felt truly a part of what was happening on the stage.
I enjoy good theater so much! It was wonderful to be able to see this performance. Although it was imperfect, it had many fun and touching moments. I know I've already said a lot about it, but I feel like I could go on! It was certainly a worthwhile evening.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Hurry! Nevermind.
Leonora has been potty training, and doing pretty well. Since I've started only putting "big girl panties" on her during the day, she has learned that a really effective way of getting my attention is to tell me she needs to use the bathroom. "Ah pee! Ah pee!" she'll say in a very urgent voice. Then as I hurry her off to the bathroom, she'll stroll right past the door and head for the bedroom. "Leonora, do you need to pee?" I'll ask. "No." Of course not, Mom, why would you ask me that? Of course, as soon as I go back to what I was doing, she begins her urgent call once more. Eventually I get her to actually sit on the toilet.
The other thing she has learned is that she gets an M&M when she goes to the bathroom. For some reason, she never changes her mind about that part.
The other thing she has learned is that she gets an M&M when she goes to the bathroom. For some reason, she never changes her mind about that part.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Cut
Sorry to anyone who didn't get to vote, but I did it! Yesterday, I got impatient and chopped Leonora's hair off. I did it myself, so there are still a few strands that didn't quite make it to the right length, but hey, it was free. And I think it turned out pretty good. It's hard to get a good picture of her. She likes to move, and my camera doesn't agree with things that move. But here's what I've got!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
To cut, or not to cut (and how much?)
I'm thinking about cutting Leonora's hair. It's a little past her shoulders right now and is constantly in her face. Even when I put it up, some strand always seems to find it's way to her mouth. She is always pushing it back, just to have it fall in her eyes again. It's always getting tangled or getting food in it and seems to attract lint for some reason. I'm seriously considering a major chop. But I thought I'd get other opinions before taking such drastic measures.
So, I could cut it like I did last time:
But I was thinking about this type of a look:
Or, I could leave it like it is (this is what it looks like today-after brushing):
What do you think? I'm adding a poll in the right hand column, but comments are also welcome!
So, I could cut it like I did last time:
But I was thinking about this type of a look:
Or, I could leave it like it is (this is what it looks like today-after brushing):
What do you think? I'm adding a poll in the right hand column, but comments are also welcome!
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
A look back to an earlier post
This is one of my favorite posts. It's also one of my earliest posts, which means, unless you've got a lot of time on your hands for reading past posts, most of my current readers probably haven't read it. So, I wanted to share it again!
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Catch Them While They're Young
I was sitting here thinking of what I could babble to you all about, when I heard a sound. It was the sound of chiming music. It sounds so nice, but in reality it's a wolf in sheep's clothing! It's the ice cream van. Our appartments get several visits a day from various ice cream vendors, and they always pause at the children's playground, which happens to be just 25 feet out our back door. These guys are like the Pied Piper-you know, the one that led all the rats from the village, and when he wasn't paid as agreed, led all the children away from the town with promises of a blissful land. The kids all go running for their change or (like the kid who lives above us) yelling through the window for money from their mothers, so they can get their treat. As for me, I know that I really shouldn't eat that stuff, and if I were to eat it, I wouldn't buy it from them at their high prices. However, I've been trained like Pavlov's dogs, and I suddenly start craving something cool and sweet. All I can say is that obviously this type of marketing is extremely effective; train them when they're young, and they'll never forget it.
Posted by Kara at 3:45 PM
Labels: Me
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Catch Them While They're Young
I was sitting here thinking of what I could babble to you all about, when I heard a sound. It was the sound of chiming music. It sounds so nice, but in reality it's a wolf in sheep's clothing! It's the ice cream van. Our appartments get several visits a day from various ice cream vendors, and they always pause at the children's playground, which happens to be just 25 feet out our back door. These guys are like the Pied Piper-you know, the one that led all the rats from the village, and when he wasn't paid as agreed, led all the children away from the town with promises of a blissful land. The kids all go running for their change or (like the kid who lives above us) yelling through the window for money from their mothers, so they can get their treat. As for me, I know that I really shouldn't eat that stuff, and if I were to eat it, I wouldn't buy it from them at their high prices. However, I've been trained like Pavlov's dogs, and I suddenly start craving something cool and sweet. All I can say is that obviously this type of marketing is extremely effective; train them when they're young, and they'll never forget it.
Posted by Kara at 3:45 PM
Labels: Me
Monday, July 07, 2008
What we did today
William has this book of Disney stories. A few of the stories have craft ideas that go along with them, and last night, he decided he wanted to make "Under the Sea Pasta Creatures" from the Little Mermaid story. So today we went and got some colorful pasta to make our sea scapes. Here are the results:
William's blue ocean
Leonora's Yellow Sea
And my Pinkish purple ocean
I was trying to draw some fish fins around some of the shell. I'm not sure that they look much like fish though! Leonora helped me with mine.
William's blue ocean
Leonora's Yellow Sea
And my Pinkish purple ocean
I was trying to draw some fish fins around some of the shell. I'm not sure that they look much like fish though! Leonora helped me with mine.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
It's official, and not a moment too soon!
Well, Aaron has changed employers. He's still selling cars, but has switched from the Dodge/Chrysler dealership to the Toyota dealership. One of his previous managers recently switched to the Toyota store and sort of recruited Aaron. Things have been kind of falling apart at the Dodge place for a while. Aaron was doing okay as internet manager, but it was becoming increasingly more stressful due to management and owner issues. Not to mention that Dodge is known for it's high performance vehicles and trucks. Not really the best market to be in right now. They are great vehicles, but it doesn't matter how good your product is if no one is buying it. Toyota, on the other hand, is well known for thier fuel efficient cars. And the dealership he's going to was recently bought by a local man who already owns a few dealerships in town. His business is growing and prospering compaired to the Dodge place-cutting back and shrinking fast! We're both pretty happy with the job switch.
Toyota vs American car companies article
Toyota vs American car companies article
Monday, June 30, 2008
Our Story: Part 3
Our first Date
This is a fun story to tell! It was the begining of November, which at my high school, meant the Sadie Hawkin's dance. It was girl's choice, but there were a bunch of other rules you had to follow. Boys couldn't just be asked to the dance, they had to be "tagged." And if they were successfully tagged, they couldn't say no, unless they had already been tagged. No one could be tagged on school property, during school hours, or during other school sponsered activities. The girl who wanted to do the asking also had to be the one to do the actual tagging.
Although some like to make it a little more difficult, most guys aren't that difficult to tag. The previous year, I had called up a guy's house and told his dad that I wanted to tag his son. I asked if I could come over after drama (he was in drama too) and tag him at the house. His dad helped me by sending him into the office where I was hiding behind the door. That was pretty easy. Aaron decided before hand that anyone who wanted to tag him was going to have to work for it, and I got no such help from anyone in his household!
So, I had bought my ticket/tag, and worked out a plan with my friend Tess. Neither of us had driver's licenses, so we begged her mom to help us on the appointed night. I'm not sure where my mom was, but she wasn't available. Even if she were, I don't know if she would have done it. Actually, I'm amazed that Tess's mom did! Anyway, the plan was to drive over to Aaron's house after rehersals and wait inside. Sound familiar? I figured it worked once, why not try again? Well, it probably would have, but Aaron's foster dad decided he was on Aaron's side, not mine. After telling Tess and I we could wait in the living room, he went outside. When Aaron came home, he let Aaron know there were a couple of girls sitting inside waiting to tag him. Aaron took off running after his ride, and Tess's mom came running up to the house to tell us what had happened. And just to make things a little more fun, she also told us that there was someone else who seemed to be showing interest in what Aaron was doing...
Okay, sorry to do this to you, but I've got to get going! More coming soon!
This is a fun story to tell! It was the begining of November, which at my high school, meant the Sadie Hawkin's dance. It was girl's choice, but there were a bunch of other rules you had to follow. Boys couldn't just be asked to the dance, they had to be "tagged." And if they were successfully tagged, they couldn't say no, unless they had already been tagged. No one could be tagged on school property, during school hours, or during other school sponsered activities. The girl who wanted to do the asking also had to be the one to do the actual tagging.
Although some like to make it a little more difficult, most guys aren't that difficult to tag. The previous year, I had called up a guy's house and told his dad that I wanted to tag his son. I asked if I could come over after drama (he was in drama too) and tag him at the house. His dad helped me by sending him into the office where I was hiding behind the door. That was pretty easy. Aaron decided before hand that anyone who wanted to tag him was going to have to work for it, and I got no such help from anyone in his household!
So, I had bought my ticket/tag, and worked out a plan with my friend Tess. Neither of us had driver's licenses, so we begged her mom to help us on the appointed night. I'm not sure where my mom was, but she wasn't available. Even if she were, I don't know if she would have done it. Actually, I'm amazed that Tess's mom did! Anyway, the plan was to drive over to Aaron's house after rehersals and wait inside. Sound familiar? I figured it worked once, why not try again? Well, it probably would have, but Aaron's foster dad decided he was on Aaron's side, not mine. After telling Tess and I we could wait in the living room, he went outside. When Aaron came home, he let Aaron know there were a couple of girls sitting inside waiting to tag him. Aaron took off running after his ride, and Tess's mom came running up to the house to tell us what had happened. And just to make things a little more fun, she also told us that there was someone else who seemed to be showing interest in what Aaron was doing...
Okay, sorry to do this to you, but I've got to get going! More coming soon!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Why?
Why do I have curly grey hairs? I know why they are grey, but why are the curly?
Did you see them?
They stick out way more than the straight ones.
Did you see them?
They stick out way more than the straight ones.
What a Konfusing language
This morning William asked me what the word "cow" starts with. He knows the sounds that the letters make, so I asked him what he thought cow starts with and repeated the word back to him, emphasizing the first sound. A little while later, he told me that "cow" starts with a "C" and a "K." Hmmm... I tried to explain to him that they both make the same sound, but that "cow" only starts with "C."
I don't think he believed me.
I don't think he believed me.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Plants
I got some plants the other day. When we moved here from Seattle, I had to leave all my plants behind. I actually had a bit of a collection. Probably not as many as some, but for someone who moved around a bit and lived in little appartments, I think I had a few! I had this big pot for my porch that had an assortment of spring bulbs and some pansies. It seems like I planted other things in there a couple times, but they were short lived. One year I had a bunch of morning glories and sweet peas. I've always been into viney things. At the time we moved, we were living on the ground floor and I planted a bunch of nasturtiums (not at all sure if that's spelled right, but oh, well.) I had a couple in hanging pots, but the ones that did really well were right in the dirt around our back porch. They trailed all over the place. I wish I had pictures on my computer. I thought they were rather beautiful!
Since moving, and abandoning all my plants (indoor and out), I haven't really restarted my collection. My mom gave me a pot with some pansies last year. I think I'm not used to haveing to water as much as you need to around here! After Renee's birth/death, I was given a couple of plants: a "Mum" and a nice indoor flowering plant that I can't remember the name. Both died while Leonora was in the hospital. So, I'm starting over again. I got some house plants. It's just too hot to try starting something outside right now. So I got two hanging plants and three other smaller plants that I'm hoping will grow quickly! It makes me happy to have plants in my house again!
My new plants.
Since moving, and abandoning all my plants (indoor and out), I haven't really restarted my collection. My mom gave me a pot with some pansies last year. I think I'm not used to haveing to water as much as you need to around here! After Renee's birth/death, I was given a couple of plants: a "Mum" and a nice indoor flowering plant that I can't remember the name. Both died while Leonora was in the hospital. So, I'm starting over again. I got some house plants. It's just too hot to try starting something outside right now. So I got two hanging plants and three other smaller plants that I'm hoping will grow quickly! It makes me happy to have plants in my house again!
My new plants.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Long post- what my kids are up to
So I realized I've been kind of a slacker with posting about my kids. I have some pictures from Leonora's birthday party that I haven't posted-unfortunately, they will have to wait a little longer. Aaron borrowed my camera for work and hasn't returned it. Probably should have uploaded those pics a while ago, but like I said, I've been kind of a slacker. But I thought maybe I should give you all a little update anyway.
William's been excelling at being 4. I think he's trying to get as much mischief in before his 5th birthday as he possibly can. Last Sunday, Aaron ended up bringing him home from church because he was out running in the hallway when he was supposed to be in primary. I was in nursury and didn't find out until after church. This week he must have done better-at least he wasn't out in the hallway when he wasn't supposed to be. This brings me to one of his favorite things to do-run. I cannot stop this kid from running! He spends half the day running laps up and down the hallway in our appartment. I wish we had a yard to send him out to. Of course, his other favorite thing is still Superman. He talked to his grandpa on the phone yesterday. He told him happy Father's Day, and then spent 20 minutes talking about how Superman can fly, he's strong, he has super-eyes and ears, etc. Funny boy.
Leonora has been potty training. Some days she does really well, others not so well. We are almost out of all pull-up and diapers, but I think I'm going to have to get more for bedtime anyway. When she's awake, she's pretty good, but, so far, a dry night is pretty rare. She also had her 2 year old check up last week. She has gained back all the weight she lost in the hospital and more! She's right at 50% for her height but about 75% for weight. The doctor said we don't have to worry about making her finish everything on her plate. The thing is, it always seems to me like she's hardly eating anything! I hope she's just saving up for her next growth spurt. Oh, and she still has a big head-in the 85th %. She got 4 shots- 2 in each leg-and spent the rest of the day and some of the next crying about her "owies." Poor girl!
Well, I'm sure there are other things I could write about, but those are the "big" things going on right now! Oh-I just remembered-Leonora is also having major issues going to sleep when she should, but that could make for a really long post. I'll have to complain about that later. :)
William's been excelling at being 4. I think he's trying to get as much mischief in before his 5th birthday as he possibly can. Last Sunday, Aaron ended up bringing him home from church because he was out running in the hallway when he was supposed to be in primary. I was in nursury and didn't find out until after church. This week he must have done better-at least he wasn't out in the hallway when he wasn't supposed to be. This brings me to one of his favorite things to do-run. I cannot stop this kid from running! He spends half the day running laps up and down the hallway in our appartment. I wish we had a yard to send him out to. Of course, his other favorite thing is still Superman. He talked to his grandpa on the phone yesterday. He told him happy Father's Day, and then spent 20 minutes talking about how Superman can fly, he's strong, he has super-eyes and ears, etc. Funny boy.
Leonora has been potty training. Some days she does really well, others not so well. We are almost out of all pull-up and diapers, but I think I'm going to have to get more for bedtime anyway. When she's awake, she's pretty good, but, so far, a dry night is pretty rare. She also had her 2 year old check up last week. She has gained back all the weight she lost in the hospital and more! She's right at 50% for her height but about 75% for weight. The doctor said we don't have to worry about making her finish everything on her plate. The thing is, it always seems to me like she's hardly eating anything! I hope she's just saving up for her next growth spurt. Oh, and she still has a big head-in the 85th %. She got 4 shots- 2 in each leg-and spent the rest of the day and some of the next crying about her "owies." Poor girl!
Well, I'm sure there are other things I could write about, but those are the "big" things going on right now! Oh-I just remembered-Leonora is also having major issues going to sleep when she should, but that could make for a really long post. I'll have to complain about that later. :)
Saturday, June 14, 2008
A Drive Through Zion
This is a paper I recently found in a box of random stuff from my past. I wrote it my freshman year of college for my English 1010 class. I was thinking about it this week when I was driving near Zion on the way to a family gathering.
A Drive Through Zion
September 3, 1999
The red, cinder-paved road reflects the heat of the summer sun, as it winds its way up the majestic canyon. The bright double yellow lines that the road wears discourage speeding up to pass the cars ahead of you. Pullouts along the road are filled-as usual-with visitors and tourists who have come to see the towering pink cliffs of Steamboat Mesa, the royal, Great White Throne, or the bright orange and "blood" stained Great Arch.
At the base of the Great Arch, a wide switchback begins the climb-halfway up the mountainside-to the tunnel. The road continues to twist and turn, up the hillside, into the small pine-scented juniper bushes and the occasional wide-leafed tree, whose leaves laugh in the breeze. As you round the last switchback-still creeping upard-you're met with an un-moving line of cars, waiting for their turn to enter the low, narrow tunnel. Near the place you stop, there is a trickle of water that seeps from the smooth red sandstone, bringing relief from the dry desert to the mosses and wild flowers. Soon the bus, motor home, or other large vehicle passes through the tunnel, and the line of cars moves forward when signaled by the ranger who is on duty.
Inside the tunnel, there is shelter from the blazing sun. The air is cool and dark. Often, car horns can be heard echoing and re-echoing off the walls of the tunnel-along with the occasional holler from a would-be-yodeler. Up ahead there is a splash of light from one of the windows that peak out of the vertical face of the cliff. They make beautiful frames for the picturesque view of the canyon walls. Cement borders block the pullouts by the windows now. Stopping is prohibited, but you can slow down to see the painted, sun-lit world outside.
On the other side of the tunnel, the air is noticeably cooler, and the breeze coming through the rolled down window is fresh and relaxing. The scene here has changed from solid vertical cliffs to the almost liquid, rolling hills. The orange sandstone seems to flow down the hills like waves that have been frozen in time. To the right, is a small, sandy-bottomed canyon formed by flash floods. After a rain storm, a rivulet of water can be seen trickling through the white sand. Further to the right are more flowing hills. Dark reddish-brown stains show where the water has been.
Often the hills are cheked with cracks. Sometimes plants will grow in the cracks; their gnarled roots spread across the sandstone. None of the cracks are so neatly patterned as those in the white walls of Checkerboard Mesa. The even squares rise above its surroundings-standing proudly-like the white king of a chess set.
As you near the exit of Zion, the red rocks become more hidden by the always green juniper bushes. A dark brown sign, suspended from a rock pillar, proclames, "Leaving Zion National Park" in clean, white, capitol letters.
Teacher's notes:
Kara, you have an excellent foundation of writing. Your skill level is what entering College Freshmen should be. Perhaps now you can work on refining your style. For example, you can concentrate on improving verbs, etc
"A"
I have to say that I'd do this a little differently now than I did then. I don't think I'd use "you" for one thing. As I was re-typing it, I was really tempted to add to and change it, but I tried to leave it as it was originally writen. It was fun to find and read again, and I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry if it was a little long!
Note: None of the pictures are mine. Unfortunately, I don't have digital copies of any Zion pictures, and the ones I have didn't fit with the essay. So, these are all pulled from various internet sites.
Monday, June 09, 2008
China
When I was younger-say early to mid teens-I saw this china creamer sitting on my grandmothers countertop. It was white with this delicate swirl of pink, peach and yellow flowers around the top. I liked it. I told my grandma. "Take it," She said. I was a bit surprised by this offering. It wasn't something I'd seen her do previously. She had a tendancy to hang on to things. I think it was after she married my step grandpa that she started being more generous. I once told him I liked one of the many bolo ties he used to wear. He took it off and handed it to me. I have never figured out what I was supposed to do with it. Maybe I should have told him it looked good on him! I digress... So I took home this cute little creamer. It was a few years before I realized there was a set of dinner plates, cups and saucers, desert bowls, and salt and pepper shakers that went with it. When my grandmother died, my mom was nice enough to get the set with me in mind. It all sat in my mom's cupboards, occasionally getting used, until recently. It technically became mine when I got married, but I wasn't able to take it with me when I moved to Seattle. It has been in my possesion for quite a few months now, but I don't get much opportunity to show it off in person. So, here are a couple pictures that I stole off ebay! :) 
Monday, June 02, 2008
Movie Review
My Neighbor Totoro
When I've talked about this movie and other's by the same Japanese studio, I've sometimes gotten the response, "Oh, I didn't know you liked anime." This response has always been a bit puzzling to me. I don't consider myself a fan of anime. My first exposure to this style of animation did nothing for me. I was extremely uninterested. I never cared to see anymore of it after that. (Sorry, Natalie!) Even though I've enjoyed most of the films I've seen from this particular studio, I still don't like "anime." What I do like is a good story and beautiful art in any genre.
My Neighbor Totoro is a magical story. When I was much younger, my brother and I walked to school. But we didn't just walk. We had adventures to school! One of my personal favorites was when we rode triceratop dinosaurs to school. It always took us forever to get there. We lived about a mile from the school, left about an hour before school started, and rarely made it with any time to spare. This movie reminds me of those imaginative years of my childhood. Anything was possible. Any shadey corner was a secret place. Magic was everywhere. The same is true for the two sisters in the movie. When they move to a new house, there are all kinds of possibilities. The shadey path becomes a tunnel of trees, and the idea that their house might be haunted is not frightening, but exciting! This story to me epitomizes the immagination and excitement of childhood. Anything is possible.
The art is beautiful as well. It is set in the Japanese countryside. Everything is green and beautiful. I find it difficult to describe what makes it different from mosst animated movies... I think what makes it different might be how easy it is to watch. It's almost like the trees and bushes are quiet characters in the movie. They are important-not just background. I have now typed and deleted a few different descriptions. Perhaps, you will just have to watch it yourself to see what I mean!
Here's a clip:
When I've talked about this movie and other's by the same Japanese studio, I've sometimes gotten the response, "Oh, I didn't know you liked anime." This response has always been a bit puzzling to me. I don't consider myself a fan of anime. My first exposure to this style of animation did nothing for me. I was extremely uninterested. I never cared to see anymore of it after that. (Sorry, Natalie!) Even though I've enjoyed most of the films I've seen from this particular studio, I still don't like "anime." What I do like is a good story and beautiful art in any genre.
My Neighbor Totoro is a magical story. When I was much younger, my brother and I walked to school. But we didn't just walk. We had adventures to school! One of my personal favorites was when we rode triceratop dinosaurs to school. It always took us forever to get there. We lived about a mile from the school, left about an hour before school started, and rarely made it with any time to spare. This movie reminds me of those imaginative years of my childhood. Anything was possible. Any shadey corner was a secret place. Magic was everywhere. The same is true for the two sisters in the movie. When they move to a new house, there are all kinds of possibilities. The shadey path becomes a tunnel of trees, and the idea that their house might be haunted is not frightening, but exciting! This story to me epitomizes the immagination and excitement of childhood. Anything is possible.
The art is beautiful as well. It is set in the Japanese countryside. Everything is green and beautiful. I find it difficult to describe what makes it different from mosst animated movies... I think what makes it different might be how easy it is to watch. It's almost like the trees and bushes are quiet characters in the movie. They are important-not just background. I have now typed and deleted a few different descriptions. Perhaps, you will just have to watch it yourself to see what I mean!
Here's a clip:
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Mamma, Dadda, Baby
Last night, Aaron and I had a little treat. Leonora, (who should have been in bed, but she took a late nap yesterday) helped us eat it. She was so cute when she asked, we just had to give in! She would say, "Mamma, Dadda, shoclate?" Dadda was the one with the spoon, so I told her, not "Mamma", "Dadda." She then pointed to Aaron and said, "Dadda," pointed to me and said, "Mamma," then pointed to herself and said, "Uhm Bebe." We laughed, which gave her enough reason to repeat the performance a couple more times. (This is one of those moments I wish I had on video-my description just doesn't do it justice.) Since she's turned two, I've been trying to convince William that she's not really a baby anymore, but she knows she's the baby around here!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Our Story Part 2
How We Met...
So Aaron had made it to this funny little corner of Utah. When school started, Aaron was looking for some extra curricular activities, I guess. He registered for band, choir, and something he'd never tried before, drama. I had been participating in the high school drama program for years, but for some reason beginning drama had never fit into my schedule before. This year, it did, so I took it. Aaron and I sat on opposite sides of the classroom from each other. I remember when he introduced himself to the class. He had registered for school late because they had had to work out guardianship issues with the family he was staying with. He said he was from Seattle, which I teased him about later because I found out he was not from Seattle proper. His parents actually lived in an area that was trying to become a city, but hadn't quite made it yet.
... And got to know each other
It was easy to learn the basics about him in drama class, but we didn't really start getting to know each other until we both auditioned for the musical, "Hello, Dolly." For me, this was nothing unusual: I auditioned for everything. Aaron was dared into it. He'd never been in a play. We both made it into actual rolls. He played Barnaby, and I was Ermagarde. I got to whine and cry a lot. So, in the beginning of rehersals, we were required to be there a lot, but for some reason, we never did anything. There was this huge opening scene that seemed to take forever to figure out, and Aaron and I were not in it. I think our teacher kept hoping to finish this scene and move on, but everyday, we sat there with nothing to do but get to know each other better. Which is what we did for at least a week's worth of three-hour-a-day rehersals. We learned enough about each other to become pretty good friends.
So Aaron had made it to this funny little corner of Utah. When school started, Aaron was looking for some extra curricular activities, I guess. He registered for band, choir, and something he'd never tried before, drama. I had been participating in the high school drama program for years, but for some reason beginning drama had never fit into my schedule before. This year, it did, so I took it. Aaron and I sat on opposite sides of the classroom from each other. I remember when he introduced himself to the class. He had registered for school late because they had had to work out guardianship issues with the family he was staying with. He said he was from Seattle, which I teased him about later because I found out he was not from Seattle proper. His parents actually lived in an area that was trying to become a city, but hadn't quite made it yet.
... And got to know each other
It was easy to learn the basics about him in drama class, but we didn't really start getting to know each other until we both auditioned for the musical, "Hello, Dolly." For me, this was nothing unusual: I auditioned for everything. Aaron was dared into it. He'd never been in a play. We both made it into actual rolls. He played Barnaby, and I was Ermagarde. I got to whine and cry a lot. So, in the beginning of rehersals, we were required to be there a lot, but for some reason, we never did anything. There was this huge opening scene that seemed to take forever to figure out, and Aaron and I were not in it. I think our teacher kept hoping to finish this scene and move on, but everyday, we sat there with nothing to do but get to know each other better. Which is what we did for at least a week's worth of three-hour-a-day rehersals. We learned enough about each other to become pretty good friends.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Happy Birthday, Leonora! (a day late-oops)
A long two weeks after her due date, Leonora finally made her appearence in this world. My midwife and mom were telling me they saw lots of hair as she was born, but I was still surprised when I saw that beautiful, hair-covered head! She was a sweet baby, even if a bit more demanding than her brother had been! As a two year old, she still is-more than ever actually! But she's still a loving little girl. She loves to snuggle with mommy when she's tired, and runs to daddy when he comes home from work. She even loves her big brother and wants to be just like him-except prettier!
Happy Birthday Leonora! I love you!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
obligatory post
Hello, this is probably going to be very uniteresting, but I realized how long it's been since I posted, and thought I should post something! So here it is. I haven't fallen off a cliff or anything, I've just been boring! :) or bored? Next week will be busy, but hopefully I'll have time to post a little. It's Leonora's birthday next week! Yay! so I should at least get pictures of her on there sometime! :)
Friday, May 09, 2008
Good news, bad news
Today our stimulus money was deposited into our account. That's the good news. The bad news is, it isn't as much as I was expecting. We will have to wait for Aaron's next check before we know when we will be able to move. Grrr... I'm so tired of this apartment!
Oh, there is some other good news. If someone else gets the apartment we were planning on taking, the one right next door will be available mid-June. I haven't been inside it, as it is still occupied, but as long as it hasn't been trashed, it should be pretty much the same-but with a built in microwave. :)
Oh, there is some other good news. If someone else gets the apartment we were planning on taking, the one right next door will be available mid-June. I haven't been inside it, as it is still occupied, but as long as it hasn't been trashed, it should be pretty much the same-but with a built in microwave. :)
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