Tuesday, May 26, 2009


Through the last seven years we have gone through tremendous changes. Marriage, child 1, graduating, moving, moving, moving, child 2, graduation, moving child 3, moving. These are some of the monumental changes that have happened.

Other changes have happened, for example, privacy is a minimum. Unfortuantely even the bathroom is a lackadaisical sanctuary, lockless for the reason our children have locked themselves in there without hope of getting out with the toothpick trick.

Our clothes are 99.9 percent of the time unpressed (sometimes sprayed with water to give the illusion of pressedness). We do not eat out, we order in--usually pizza from Dominoes. Trips to the museums are not times of musing or thoughtful, quiet looking they are juggling fests; chasing children 20 different directions and pointing out all the things that could look the least bit interesting to an uninterested, hungry soul. My purse usually has a large assortment of snacks (depending on my preparation).

Other things include laughing at sweet things our children say from the depths of their souls. We get hugged a lot. We are the first ones our children come to when they are hurt or sad. We have an assortment of grabable snacks (usually) on the lower part of the cupboards for hungry snackers. We get to give praise that lights up a face beyond expectation. We treasure all of these things. We love our dear family.

Back to the cup thing. . . focus, focus. . .

After being married for 7 years I can honestly say that the glasses we've gotten have all ended in the same dismal way--in a pile of shards on the floor. We could give Humpty Dumpty a run for his money. So, as the years have passed we've gone from glass glasses to sippy cups.

When someone visited us recently I pulled out the sippy cups (topless) for them to drink out of (because that is all we have that has survived). I recall a certain shocked look--the look of a respected adult that wailed, "What's that matter with you? Do I look like I'm two?"

Determined this had to stop I have been saving jam jars--recycling, right? It seems we don't go through jam and spaghetti sauce to keep up with the family. After testing break resistant glasses (what does that mean anyway) we have ended up with glass-looking plastic cups. Yay--now when adults visit I can give them psuedo-glasses. My guests won't feel like I am going to pull out the goldfish and raisins and turn on Blue's Clues.


Friday, May 22, 2009


M: What makes you happy?

W: Besides you? (M is grinning hugely in her head and typing this).

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Watch out American Idol

Heather's Baby Shower

This was a wonderful baby shower for my dear friend Heather Ward. She is expecting a baby girl and we are VERY excited for her!

I feel so thankful for these wonderful women and the wonderful young women we served.

Friday, May 8, 2009

To Mommy-dearests All Over the World

This was an email I got (you know the kind--if you got this send it to five . . .) Well, this time it said to send it to all the awesome moms you know. All of you mothers that read this---and I know who you are--are VERY AMAZING! Sooooo, this is a tribute to you. . . but especially my mummy-dearest.

Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never been puked on.
Chewed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,

I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,

I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,

I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby..
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom .

Gratefully one of commentors, my dear friend, Martha, looked it up and found out that it is by Beverly Mahone. Here is the link: http://www.authorsden.com/visitviewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=40837&id=189722.