Well, I must say, I am nervous to do this but...
I've moved!
Come on over to my new site!
http://mommiverse.blogsome.com
Change your links and let me know what you think!
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Photo Show
Got some pictures of the kids taken yesterday. Noticed they looked oddly like last year's shots:
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Smiles
A few things that make me smile:1. Spider gave me her first social smiles this morning. The joy! She's like a real person now!
2. Spider's increasingly more awake, big, blue eyes.
3. A fresh box of Crayola Crayons. Does anyone else just love new crayons? Whenever they are on sale, say five for a buck, I buy a bunch of them. I don't give them to my kids (they might get one), no they are for me. For me to look at and maybe color with. Is that weird?
4. Creative Memories is launching digital storybooks. I went to training last night and holy cow, I am excited. Anyone who does digital pictures and doesn't like to scrapbook (and even those who do) is going to want one of these. (I sent mine in for printing yesterday) The software is incredibly simple to use-- you just drop and drag your pics into templates of your choice, add your journaling, and send it in. They send you back a beautiful book. And they ARE beautiful. If anyone is interested let me know... the software should be available for free download in October...
5. I just got my proofs for Spider's baby announcements and they are AMAZING!
And last, but not least...
6. My lightning fast internet connection. Life is good.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Trust
What is trust?
The Merriam Webster Online Dictionary indicates that trust is to place confidence or rely on. So when you trust a person, essentially you place confidence in them or you rely on them. But it still has many different implications.
You can trust a person, for instance, not to totally destroy your laptop when they take it to the library to use wireless internet. (Apparently, Charming does not trust me in this matter.) Or, for example, you can trust a person not to hurt your feelings. You trust people not to steal from you or lie to you. You trust people with your children. Your trust people with your secrets and your vulnerabilities. You trust the valet when you leave him with your expensive car, (though maybe you shouldn't, lest you have a Ferris Bueller like experience).
My point is, there are so many facets of trust. We use the word in so many different ways that mean so much more than just "place confidence." What does it really mean when you tell someone, "I trust you."
I trust Charming, for example, to provide for our family. I trust that he will do what he can to protect my body and soul from harm. I trust him to love me and not hurt me. I cannot trust him, however, to clean the house while I am gone, or do chores unless I ask him, or be on time, necessarily-- based mostly on past experiences.
I trust my mother to be supportive of me, but I can't always trust that she will not get her feelings hurt by something that I do. I can trust her with my feelings, but not necessarily my secrets.
I trust my father to assist me should I call on him for help, but I cannot necessarily trust him with my feelings. I trust him to love me, but don't trust that when we're together we won't argue.
And the thing about trusting another person, is there are so few we can trust completely for everything. Really the only person we can trust in with our whole souls is God. And though I didn't intend for this to be a religiousy post, who else is there? I don't even trust myself entirely. And yet I can trust that the Lord is perfect and makes no mistakes. I can trust that if something bad goes on in my life, that He will be there for me, without condemning me or making me feel dumb.
Isn't that a good feeling?
Any thoughts on trust that you'd like to share?
The Merriam Webster Online Dictionary indicates that trust is to place confidence or rely on. So when you trust a person, essentially you place confidence in them or you rely on them. But it still has many different implications.
You can trust a person, for instance, not to totally destroy your laptop when they take it to the library to use wireless internet. (Apparently, Charming does not trust me in this matter.) Or, for example, you can trust a person not to hurt your feelings. You trust people not to steal from you or lie to you. You trust people with your children. Your trust people with your secrets and your vulnerabilities. You trust the valet when you leave him with your expensive car, (though maybe you shouldn't, lest you have a Ferris Bueller like experience).
My point is, there are so many facets of trust. We use the word in so many different ways that mean so much more than just "place confidence." What does it really mean when you tell someone, "I trust you."
I trust Charming, for example, to provide for our family. I trust that he will do what he can to protect my body and soul from harm. I trust him to love me and not hurt me. I cannot trust him, however, to clean the house while I am gone, or do chores unless I ask him, or be on time, necessarily-- based mostly on past experiences.
I trust my mother to be supportive of me, but I can't always trust that she will not get her feelings hurt by something that I do. I can trust her with my feelings, but not necessarily my secrets.
I trust my father to assist me should I call on him for help, but I cannot necessarily trust him with my feelings. I trust him to love me, but don't trust that when we're together we won't argue.
And the thing about trusting another person, is there are so few we can trust completely for everything. Really the only person we can trust in with our whole souls is God. And though I didn't intend for this to be a religiousy post, who else is there? I don't even trust myself entirely. And yet I can trust that the Lord is perfect and makes no mistakes. I can trust that if something bad goes on in my life, that He will be there for me, without condemning me or making me feel dumb.
Isn't that a good feeling?
Any thoughts on trust that you'd like to share?
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Jealousy
Alright, I am going to let you in on a little secret... Shhh...Are you ready? Okay. Here goes.We use the word “boobs” at my house.
Now you know. Not the most conservative, toddler appropriate term to use, and yet easy to say and less crass than many other synonyms.
I make this confession to you, so that I may tell my story.
Now, it's not a secret that I am breastfeeding Spider. We do call it “nursing” around here (not boob-feeding, like you might be inclined to believe) and it is a source of much jealousy for my two older children. Reenie is jealous because it takes Mommy's time and attention. E is jealous because he too would like to be able to breastfeed Spider.
I kid you not.
The other day E and Spider were laying on the floor together when E begins to lift up his shirt and ask the baby if she would like to nurse. He and I then had the following, emotional conversation.
Me: E, you can't nurse because you don't have boobs.
E: Yes, I do.
Me: NO you don't.
E: (Getting tearful and lifting his shirt) Yes I do, they are right here.
Me: Okay.
E: (Whining) I have little boobs.
Me: Okay.
E: (Still whining) You have big boobs.
And then I could not argue. He is a very perceptive child.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Spit-up
Okay, so I have a confession... I like the smell of baby spit-up. No, no I love how it smells.
Good thing, since I have a newborn, eh?
No, seriously. I love how the scent of spitup. My fragrance of choice? Eau de bebe puke.
Need convincing? Okay, well a couple of months ago a friend brought her baby over with her on a visit. The baby was about 3 months old and she spit up on me. My friend kept apologizing and I kept reassuring her that I didn't mind. (Hey, I'd been spit up on before!) Anyway, so after she left, I totally could have changed my shirt, but I did not. I just kept smelling myself all day and smiling.
So that's all. I am loving the smell of Spider and Me. And loving that I just got one more pair of pants to fit.
P.S. The posting has been sporadic lately for two reasons. 1. Spider. 2. Slow Lame-ola Dial Up Internet, aka $10 a month spent so I can spend 20 minutes trying to get to my inbox.
Good thing, since I have a newborn, eh?
No, seriously. I love how the scent of spitup. My fragrance of choice? Eau de bebe puke.
Need convincing? Okay, well a couple of months ago a friend brought her baby over with her on a visit. The baby was about 3 months old and she spit up on me. My friend kept apologizing and I kept reassuring her that I didn't mind. (Hey, I'd been spit up on before!) Anyway, so after she left, I totally could have changed my shirt, but I did not. I just kept smelling myself all day and smiling.
So that's all. I am loving the smell of Spider and Me. And loving that I just got one more pair of pants to fit.
P.S. The posting has been sporadic lately for two reasons. 1. Spider. 2. Slow Lame-ola Dial Up Internet, aka $10 a month spent so I can spend 20 minutes trying to get to my inbox.
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